i’m  sorry,  i  tell him when he has a bad day at work why are you apologizing, he asks it’s not your fault it was a bad day a lesson he has taught me  in our time together you only need apologize when you’ve done something that renders it necessary the people who have hurt me have done so unapologetically left me  emotionally  trampled momentarily crippled then  carried on   with their day as though the interaction was just another transaction like  stiffing the waitstaff or  thrusting in the shank i  didn’t let it defeat me my  love and  trust in others  un diminish ed my  compassion  left intact it only reinforced my drive to thrive we are walking on the path through the woods behind our home in silence the weight of the last few years like a huge bird perched on my shoulders without any prompting he  says i  know you’ve lost a lot without any benefits… he doesn’t finish the thought just trails off as  i  break into soft tears it’s an apology from someone who has done nothing to 

In a world so vast, where doggies play, I found my light, my Daddy, one day. With a gentle hand, he reached for me, And in that moment, I was truly free. He walks with me when dawn is new, Through golden fields and morning dew. His voice, so soft, it guides my way, In his arms, I want to forever stay. We’ve journeyed far, from park to shore, Each step with him, I cherish more. He’s taught me love, and how to be, The best dog that he ever did see. When one of us had to part too soon, He wiped his tears beneath the moon. But his heart, so big, it never fell, For he knew, in time, all would be well. Another of us would come along, To join his pack, where love is strong. And though we’re many, near and far, We know we’re safe beneath his star. He’s given us more than we could dream, In every bark, and every beam. We’re his children, his joy, his pride, In his heart, we all reside. So thank you, Daddy, for all you do, For every hug and every chew. You’re the best dog Daddy, this is true, An

  Some books come with locks Diaries, journals, sacred emotions People are no different They say never judge a book by its cover But with people you have to Because some people require a key With patience their life will become a revelation  They’ve been so hurt, scared They’ve locked themselves up Their eyes are just walls for defense Covers to appease the masses All in life they seek is the touch of trust A true key to unlock their pain

 

 

 

  Sam Ray has been contributing to Louisiana Words since 2022. Residing in New Orleans, Sam made his debut at Louisiana Words Live: Halloween (October 2022) as an open mic reader. The audience feel love with Sam and he immediately became a reader and contributor to LouisianaWords.com. Sam’s writing always conveys life at its best and worst moments. The realism in his poetry and short stories never shy away from the truth rather we like it or not. Sam was honored as an Allstar at the end of 2023.   Sam’s writing has many underlining emotions and themes: addiction (“Scales”), self-worth and body image ("Triple Threat”), hate (“Graffiti”), injustice (“Dead White Chicks”), & love and heartbreak (“For My Lovers”). His writing seeks to acknowledge the dark corners of life and bring light to how culture affects us. Whether a laugh or cry, Sam's writing is cathartic and he is amazing reader that inspires you!   Because of Sam’s dedication and influence to Louisiana Words, he was m

  Here my poetic soul starves Emotional meat, she carves Served on my favorite dish  A sonnet made from every wish  My poetic ancestors I eat  I cut my knife into each beat  Rhythm, I taste, so divine  Elizabethan Era be mine  Will I ever be full in the present? When I yearn for them in the past? Will my pen lose consistency fast? When, no one is full in the present.  Here, feminine beauty I pen  In hopes to feed wretched men 

  Kiss me first as you would kiss a Friend then take the Time to kiss me again and I will Kiss you a Kiss without Beginning or End and Teach you new meanings to Innocence and Sin Now, take the Passion of that Kiss and double it again, and again, and once more, again and, still, you will not comprehend the Hells I will go through and have gone through, again to see that you are safe, and Happy, my Friend even if we could never be as Lovers for the first time or ever, again

  I've become passive, you see. I no longer yearn, nor invest. I merely manage. I cope by sending off resumes,  My darling soldiers in the  War for Gainful Employment. After a certain number  I never know how many Paralysis sets in. My inbox fills, As if by magic – Offers for loans, Car insurance, I don't drive Subsidized subscription services, Cryptic crypto currency, NFTs. Suddenly it's December  And I'm not longer 17 And I haven't been 17 In so very long  And all I remember of that time Is raw edged anguish, Punctuated by hope. My optimism was cruel. I spent days and more Bathed in idiot fantasy– So fervent, Verging on prayer  This preposterous mania for  Analysis is Exhausting, Even for me. I doubt and doubt  Until the only certainty is Uncertainty.