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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World Revolution
You do not understand the magnitude of your significance in this world. Just by living you have impacted so many people, filled them with emotion and memory. You have already changed the world. ~Sammicakes
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…
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
I love you, I do
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…
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
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