by Sam Ray

When you’re on top of the world
but still shattered
People mistake you for shooting stars instead of broken matter
But does it matter?

They don’t see where you fall after the beautiful light streak
To them, shooting stars are just lucky
The burnout into nonexistence
Doesn’t exist

So I guess, make a wish.

Sam Ray

Sam Ray is a fresh face to poetry, but growing up with the strip as her backyard it’s no wonder this poet knows how to captivate a crowd. The multi-talented 26 year old has featured at places like Cork & Thorn and the Utah Arts Festival. Her poetry is truthful and raw, and she doesn’t shy away from heavy topics whether it be acting, singing, or poetry. Sam is sure to tug at your heartstrings.

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