red noise the kind of red you can’t see but the kind you can hear blaring and constant like all the news around you rich red, red noise ~ Sammicakes
Category: poems
may promises | prose
I promise… to cherish my friends and family to treat myself and my body with respect to be patient in all circumstances to remember all the parts of life that bring me joy to do all the things that make my day bright to listen to some of my favorite songs… and maybe write a…
night and all | poem
night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…
Storms on an Easter Sunday
In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
flicker out | poem
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…
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…
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…
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