what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
Author: sammicakes
18 year-old college student and writer of the fantasy novel accursed red
5 Apricot Summers in the City of Makanad
a fantasy contest story about summer, magic, and love ~ Before the last mammoth went extinct, a mango tree that spread across a thousand acres bloomed with a passion for enthusiastic life. Grandiose and gorgeous, the tree too had thin green stems enwrapped about its trunk bearing flowers and the small bodies of nearly born…
queen in a clock at 6
Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It’s time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the…
embers alone | poem
feeling bad feels nice head falling into a pillow, forearms rubbing against carpet. my face warm from the fire it feels so nice that I no longer feel bad at all How Long And Sweet A Dream Is On One Long And Dreamy Night. ~ accursed red: amazon and barnes and noble ❤
Dark Angel in Lonesome Town | Dark Hero
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing:
“Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready… ~ Hello and hello! I took…
Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song
white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want…
Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I’ve been waiting for him to come down. But I’ve been waiting for too long. They said he’s in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won’t get high enough. They want me to believe that he’s safe…
checkered vans in florida | poem
see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they’re quirky, and I’m not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you’re blind in the right eye oh god… here’s another car ride…
The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. – “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any…
Sammicakes 