A thousand spindles A hundred wheels A dozen or so webs An entire century of slow hearts Tell me how does it feel… to be so beautiful and significant that you send your whole word into mournful sleep? Is your soul really so pure, so divine? Is it attainable– could your legacy be attained by…
Author: sammicakes
18 year-old college student and writer of the fantasy novel accursed red
buried in yourself
Did I ever love at all, if I held onto so much hatred of myself? I thought about it too long; now I don’t want to go. I need to trust my initial instincts. I always end up feeling like I’m not worth it. I always feel like I should make the conscious choice to…
the way you see me in your dreams you must love me
you’re more than a friend oh, it happened again and it’ll keep happening oh, baby you’re more than a friend the nights I don’t take to not think of you you creep into the later morning and then I dream of us two you want to tell me things that make me happy but it’s…
nature of thoughts
Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. Thoughts are the collectives, the ones that can shape and construct, erode and destroy. They are the foundations of our actions, the foundation of our being. Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. ~Sammicakes
control
written 9/16/21 “How much control do I have over myself? Am I kidding myself when I say I can control how I’m feeling, what I’m doing, what I am? I hope it’s just a case of overthinking. I don’t want to turn into something I fear.” ~Sammicakes
love in lines
You are the only essence that composes my heart. The heart is a vessel of potential: it has enough space within it to love or to hate in equal quantities. ~Sammicakes
memory and her loss
Memory tucked in music and hidden in laughs. The memories in smells, in sounds, and in touches. The memories he held dearest were the ones the mind always tried to erase the fastest. The memories he held would never mean as much after the transfer of thoughts to the parchment, but he tried his best….
(beyond) the nature of the angel
He laughed as though it was against his nature to not laugh. He smiled because it was the natural state of his face. To this being, it was the only way to exist, to present, to experience. This was beyond the nature of an angel. He was far more divine. ~Sammicakes
fulfilled nothingness
If I were to be trapped for eternity in a room full of nothing and I could pick one thing, anything, to be with me that nothingness… I would pick you. ~Sammicakes
love or death
If she were to do that it would end in one of two ways–love or death–and both were wicked, wicked, wicked. ~Sammicakes
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