Missing Mornings Reprise | Poem

I go to bed at night and sleep until the afternoon Always missing the sun when it’s birthed and new I keep sleeping through the day and I’m yearning for more I’m missing mornings I’m missing time in gaps and spaces My life is a blip, memories getting shipped away to another galaxy– I’m missing…

mind movie | poem

I play a song from my least favorite album of yours and start to drift until my lips are numb Until I’m in a new dimension, my consciousness feeding the life force of bodies and pretty flesh creatures Exploring every facet of their potential crafting every kiss I won’t get to avoid (This chorus tastes…

job.

you don’t remember waking up. you don’t remember walking here. office could be a manifestation of your mind’s loneliest desire, you wouldn’t care. you have a job to do, the job is work. you walk the halls, the halls are barren and swollen with your thoughts, occasionally you hear the distant voice. you give it…

Saturday Storm | Poem

Raindrops sound like knives leaves pile up and worms wriggle free, thrive, in the storm I sleep, I survive ~Sammicakes

Missing Mornings | Poem

Stainless steel left a stain on my skin Not sure where the pain stops and my body begins Oh, please, please let me in seeing you again–you’re a friend Now I won’t ever get to get you and I don’t think I will ever get you But that don’t mean I won’t ever miss you…

Lobster of Economy | Saturday Thoughts

I was once so enchanted by the products of this structure and the values it rested upon its pristine white pillars, but these years of thoughtful reflection (even in an era where I benefit from it greatly) have left me disillusioned. The Lobster There was an ugly town that was made up of the most…

Musings on Love | Volume 1

~Sweet, Speculative Dreams~ In this life I’ve come to know many types of love. The terrifying, the profound, the kind, the cruel. The fleeting and the everlasting–the sun’s raging heat and the moon’s light of ivory cool. And in your warm, fluttering hands upon your deep, sweeping chest, you hold them all. ~ Fractured Hearts…

Weekend Baking Collection | What I Do When I Visit Home

Click here to view my full collection of baked goodies! I love being at college. It’s freeing, full of independence, and all shaped by me. But… I always look forward to going back home every other weekend. Seeing my family members and little dog just make my whole world. Me and my mom have finished…

Attachment & Art

You must respect art not for art’s sake but for your own. Your obsession with what you find meaningful and personal even though it will never know you exist will make you and everything you touch monstrous. You will spend many long, wakeful nights in your grave pondering over what you have destroyed, never knowing…

Individualism | Song

It’s okay to preach  that love is all we need  because at the end of the day  Only the simple will believe  Because if love is all I need  Then why can’t I use it to pay  For my house, for my car, for my debt,  To feed my love, to feed my child?  It’s…