Samantha Salandy

Just an update

2012-07-19T17:02:00.000-07:00

Hey there....for those of you who read my poems and woould like to know what is up with me, you can check out my other blog http://crazyloveable.blogspot.com/.
I'll be updating it everyday for a while, so feel free to check it out. =)
Much love and ciao1

Christian and Oli Untitled

2012-03-23T17:00:00.004-07:00

THE CHALLENGE: Find a picture that inspires you and write a story or poem about it. Include a short paragraph on why you picked the picture.

The Picture:(from a German show called Verbotene Liebe or Forbidden Love in English. The characters in the shot are Christian the blond on the right and Oliver the Brunette on the left)
The Poem
Morning comes and there is nothing
No light, no sunshine, no love.
And nothing matters
I walk outside, it’s darker still
And I wonder, what’s missing?

The sun slowly sets
The day goes by, a myth
And I stare
It reminds me of…
What? Something’s missing.

Winter’s here and dew falls
My heart beats softly against the cold
And death is inevitable
Because I’m still trying to find it
I’m not sure anymore
I can’t seem to live anymore, something’s gone.

Somehow, the ice melts and daylight breaks,
It’s changed now, I can tell,
And there you are
My heart is beating like a drum
Yet I feel complete, there is light again
I’ve never felt more alive
Time stops now, tell me, is it you?

Summer now,
My arms around you,
And you stare right back at me.
The sky changes,
The years go by,
It doesn’t seem to matter,
You’re here with me
And time stops, just because I love you.

Samantha Salandy
16-March-2012.

The Reason: I choose this picture because of the intensity that Christian looks at Oliver with is breathtaking. It makes me believe in true love and it inspires me to believe that anything is possible. What inspires me about it even more about it, is knowing that although you cant tell it from the picture, Oliver is staring back at Chris with the same intensity, the same love that he is receiving.

What do you say? Do you think I did the picture justice? Leave a comment below and let me know.

Hidden Roses

2010-08-19T10:08:00.000-07:00

A dark shadow appears,
Like a mirror in the light.
A mirror that shows not who I am,
But a reflection of what I seem to be

Nothing.
Nothing but a tainted image,
A tainted image of you
And the emptiness that you see in me
But that’s the thing about shadows.

Light
Light, they can’t exist without it.
Can’t exist without it, because shadows
Are both light and darkness
But nothing with just one.

Shadow
Shadow that you see me as
You see me as, know that I
Am not just dark and incomplete.

Roses.
Roses hidden just like me
Just like me, still blossoms
You may not know that it’s there
But it blooms still without you.

I
I possess a hidden rose,
A hidden rose you cannot see
Because, you only know my shadow
But yet I too blossom.

Thorns.
Thorns come along my stem
Along my stem they pierce
Like insects, swarming closer to my light
But yet, they never reach my flower

You
You are a dark shadow
A dark shadow to someone else
A hidden rose they cannot see, a thorn
But yet like mine, your light still shines
On.
© Samantha T. Salandy 2010
All Rights Reserved

I wrote this for a competition, I didnt win but I wanted to post this here to see what u guys think....=)

Like the first time

2010-06-11T14:40:00.000-07:00

In everything that I can do..in every word I speak
I still know that no matter what
Your image I will keep
Deep within my heart
Deeper in my soul
Somewhere in my consciousness
You exist
Hiding
waiting
but I know that you are there
Still a part of me
my being
wanting
hoping
Praying
That maybe one day
I'd look at you again
I like I did the first time
with love
and understanding
with peace
and content
Just like I did then
just like the first time
I saw your pretty face

Just wrote and this is what came out...hope you like it=)

© Samantha T. Salandy 2010
All Rights Reserved

The value of a good teacher

2010-03-22T18:55:00.000-07:00

My teacher taught me determination.

I don’t think he meant to but he did.

I learnt it in the way he

Was always there with energy,

Even when we refused to learn.

My teacher taught me love.

I didn’t see it coming.

I learnt it in the way she

Spoke, with passion,

Even when she was angry with us.

My teacher taught me strength.

It happened quite accidently.

I learnt it in the way he

Stood, strong and tall,

Even as we continuously faltered.

My teacher taught me Hope.

Quite suddenly it hit me.

I learnt it in the way she

Answered us, with understanding,

Even when we werebeing rude.

The value of a good teacher

I learnt each and everyday

My teacher gave me inspiration

To be what I am today.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2010
All Rights Reserved

The dancers

2009-10-09T18:05:00.000-07:00

Tempting touches,

Slow movements,

Bodies forming,

Becoming one.

Fingers caressing,

Sweet music

Hearts melting,

Tempo increasing,

Time stopping,

They dance,

The night,

Away.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
All Rights Reserved

The Dance

2009-10-09T17:54:00.000-07:00

Close enough to kiss.

Close enough to touch.

Yet they stood barely moving…

Slowly the tempo rise,

And their bodies with it.

They move like parts of each other.

Looking at them you begin to feel alone,

Longing to feel what they do,

To be a part of them,

To become the magic,

The magic of the dance.

Fingers caressing every curve,

He holds her and she holds him,

Like a loved one, a soul mate,

And just like that.

You are captivated.

Your entire body falls into it,

The trap that is the dance,

All you are able to do is wait.

Watch and wait in awe,

Until the music releases you,

And when it does instantly you regret it.

Its memory stains your soul,

Emptiness fills you,

Until the day the dance catches you again.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
All Rights Reserved

This poem was actually created at the same time

as the dancers i set out to write one and got two. =)

I Wish You Wouldn't

2009-10-04T16:49:00.000-07:00

I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way

With lust in your eyes,

As you slowly examine me.

Wish you wouldn’t lick your lips,

As you look at the swell of my breast

Though small and stare at my mouth.

Wish you wouldn’t make advances at me

And tell me how pretty I look,

whilst trying to brush up against me

I wish you didn’t try to feel,

the roundness of my hips

And the contours of my body

Wish you wouldn’t regard me

as something to feed a hunger,

like some piece of meat.

Did you ever wonder my name?

My goals? My dreams?

I am a human being!

I will not allow myself to be used.

I pity you.

For this is how you live your life,

feeding off of others

I will not let you bring me down.

You are beneath me

I am better than you ever will ever know

And ever will be.

To the one who stole my heart

2009-09-23T18:16:00.000-07:00

To the one who stole my heart,
Give it back to me!
Can’t you see that I need it?
Don’t you see the gaping hole inside me?
Give it back!

I want it back! Its mine!
I’m not whole without it
Give it back!
Take all my jewels, my rings!
Take all the money I own!
Just, give me back my heart.

To the one who stole my heart,
I’m empty now
Why did you take it?
Why do you need it?
Please, give it back.

To the one who stole my heart,
I found it with yours
This morning in a box, by my door.
You gave it back to me
And you gave me yours.

To the one who had stolen my heart,
Take it back!
It no longer makes me whole
Only your heart completes me…

To the one who had stolen my heart,
Please, take it back.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
All Rights Reserved

Dreams and Aspirations

2009-09-22T21:55:00.000-07:00

Dedication shows,
Perspiration leading to success.
A spark of Inspiration
Like a light in the dark,
Bright colours in shades of grey,
Making you hope for a change

Reaching out,
Faith giving us hopes to succeed.
Dreams and Aspirations
Like a toy to a child,
Food for the hungry,
The prospect of a better tomorrow.

Falling down,
Tears changing nothing
That was once gained.
Setbacks and Distractions
Like tests of life,
A thorn in a rose,
Teaching us lessons along the way

Rising again,
A spark of Inspiration
Dreams and Aspirations
Setbacks and Distractions
With some Faith and Perspiration
Hoping for success
We get up and continue on….

The Falling Star

2009-09-22T21:54:00.000-07:00

A falling star seemingly nothing at all,
But to some, everything.
A dream lost, a glass broken, a kiss-
A kiss that meant everything or nothing at all.

The star falls slowly
Over a deep and dark hollow
But brings light to this forsaken place.

The star falls still,
But with little speed now,
Falling over the rooftops of many,
Spreading some sort of unseen common bond,
Among all who which it has seen.

The star falls still,
Even faster now,
Though its trip is almost over
And slowly begins to fade away and die.

Just as quickly as it came, it is gone.
Only what it has done still remains
And the lives it has touched still remembers it.

So it will remain until another comes
And follows another path,
Creating more stories that will later be retold
And more lives that will forever be changed.