Patience and Cheesecake | Saturday Thoughts

Hello and hello! For the people who keep up with my blog, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been a bit absent. I’m nearing the end of my summer college courses, which means lots of prep work for finals and presentations. My mind has been very focused on the more academic side of my life…

Dark Chocolate Brownies!!

Happy Wednesday! I hope everyone’s been having a good week. I’m nearing the last few weeks of being home before moving for college. That being said, I’ve been sure to bake something awesome for everyone once a week! Last Saturday, I scoured Pinterest for the best brownie recipe I could find; keep in mind, I’ve…

Homemade Buttermilk Biscuits!!

Good morning and happy Sunday, everyone! This is my official 2021 greeting post, so… consider yourself greeted! I made buttermilk biscuits for Thursday night’s dinner, and they turned out way better (and prettier) than expected. If you would like to try it for yourself, I used this recipe here. Thank you for stopping by! ~Sammicakes

worn out words | poem

thoughts travel without passports or permission; love cannot be contained in the human body, so it now grows in the oak trunk of an endless tree. time threads us together in loose, haphazard seams; dreams contain all my greatest fears and fantasies, so now I plant them in the mulch beneath tall grasses to grow…

love in time | poem/song

even if we don’t talk for years and years I’ll still hold you close to my heart even when time separates us you’ll always be apart of my life, of my life and I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep and you won’t fall to time I can guarantee and you won’t fall…

Merry Christmas Eve!!

With Christmas approaching, I hope everybody is safe and healthy with the people they love. I know this year was either really tragic or extremely depressing for most people, but we’re on the right track to normal–and even better than normal. Make the most of the holidays: you deserve it. MERRY (ALMOST) CHRISTMAS! ~Sammicakes

now they know | stream of consciousness

what could they know finale part 1 part 2 ~ How many lies until I get to open the door to the real world? How many memories must I earn to be welcome to reality? I asked what could they know, I asked myself what I am– and with confidence I can now say it….

man of shadows | poem

there is a preponderance of darkness tonight, yet still the yellow lights stream through the road clear some transient shapes form and shift depending where we place our fingers let us construct a man from the shadows of my and your form, from the shadows of the sharp-topped homes, from the shadows of the long…

Identity | Saturday Prose

There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…

sweet city| poem

Winter storms on a windy dawn, they carried me out from bedrooms of boredom and yawns! There I saw people with heads that bobbled too far from their necks, but twas a splendid time, no less, no less! A girl of straw hair ordered an ice cream cone that stacked hot cream miles high, until…

trading eyes | poem

mustn’t trade souls for I do not what is foreign. trading eyes– just for a small time!– will let us see this world in a new light from a different life. I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows to make this old city something golden, but only from your eyes. from mine you tell…