cheated and shattered beaten and battered I love you, I do splayed out and clattered strewn out and splattered I love you, I do I love you, I do What can I say to make you believe all the words that I bring to you? What can I say to make you love me as…
Author: sammicakes
writer of the fantasy novel accursed red
Love and Understanding | Chapter 1
rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. the human meets the beautiful fairy tale of his childhood. cw: swearing Upon the highest tower of his palace in which pierced the white clouds of summer morning, Amalla watched the human man hundreds of feet below traverse his way about his beloved rose garden. The human…
Why’d They Make Me | Song
Why’d they make me read such sad shit as a kid I’m glad that they did Otherwise the world wouldn’t look right And my words wouldn’t be right And I’d never find the will to write All of it down There wouldn’t be a reason There wouldn’t be a reason There wouldn’t be a reason…
God Man | Poem
Bringer of agony Classifier of the planets Giver of purpose Master of morals Decider of life Final word’s whispered at time’s end ~ Sammicakes
longpast lies | poem
Every time I come back here I notice all the little ways I changed And despite the differences I realized I’m ultimately the same ~Sammicakes
nightmares blend into dream
(Of what had been shattered some years ago due to its horror and what had been forgotten that night amidst the field of other dreams had been the phantom of a cruel mind’s subconscious which had never left it since the day it was shattered upon its horrible impact. That gray cornered room below where…
For Me | Poem
Nothing for me
A Kiss From Within
Take up my hands in my hands Take in my eyes with my eyes See my form from my form See light within from my light within Sense beauty from beauty Sense radiance, confidence from confidence, radiance Idyllic Her with my potential Her gentle smile granted by the stars Her caring eyes bestowed upon by…
Why Do I?
to tell you the truth
fun.
alone on a Friday night, not mad at anyone but yourself, but because it’s so much inside you it makes you hate everything outside you, everything you see. it’s your fault, and you’re surprised that everything you do to make yourself unhappy has finally worked. it’s a small wave. it washes away as it quickly…
Sammicakes 