a remembered dream

how strange a thought it is now to think it was once lost this loving reality-to-be that guides my every step once forgotten by me how horrible life would be (would be and was) to live (just barely) with forgotten dreams ~Sammicakes

Mercy

I’m going to pick them all apart to shreds, to atoms, in my heart, they will always fail in my head they will never enter and in my hand they will forever fall Hold my flowers on your sturdy branches or leave me as a seed to die My love is buried in the roots…

nightache

Dying leaves of the lightest branches fall off the low-lying trees like veils and they slip over of my eyes, so that all I see is scattered nothing and blue blackness in quiet, lonely time I sink to the floor in fear and overwhelming feeling, laying my head in damp earth and shrunken flowers and…

Legacy of Briar Rose | poem

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…

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…

Alright | Poem

written 11/21/21 If things end, I’ll be alright It’ll hurt, but we’ll be fine Didn’t mean to shut off and cry but I’ll be fine I’ll be fine If things end, I’ll climb up high Sit alone, watch the days go by Shadow Tree falls over me Why did I think I wanted somebody? If…

voids of time, lost to time

“No time left in the present”  No time measured in the glass spheres  That broke into shards  All around him  “No time like the present,” he told himself No time, no time left in the present So he spun the shards about the dead ground until he bled   Visiting pieces that would have best been …

comfort in familiarity | friendship musing

the joke was good because it was harmless, and it was a good joke because she saw it coming. the familiarity of it, of her, was enough to make a dull life gleam. Thank you for reading! If you would like, please check out my YouTube channel and give my most recent video about journaling…

tumble of the promise

transferred promise passed down promise a shared promise to people who didn’t know they would be shared Do you hate me for doing it? Do you hate me enough to care? ~Sammicakes

skin split | saturday poem

I peel the layers of myself to feel and numb, numb and feel again I spread the skin of my shed layer to see and behold, behold and see again I split the skin of myself, to understand and understand understand, understand ~Sammicakes