Only competent by comparison I’m trying to keep everything together– but it’s coming undone and saying so makes it no fun Only competent by comparison ~ Sammicakes
Tag: anime
Whole Lotta Love | Poem/ Song
It takes a whole lotta love to come back around to see the world as you need it to be I can’t spend more than a day wondering if you’re okay I can’t spend more than a minute thinking about how much I did or didn’t contribute to your society ~ Sammicakes
pink, blue | poem
I said the sky was pink and you laughed in my face; I asked some other people and they saw the same thing I hung around a little bit longer; then I went back inside ~ Sammicakes
Bold | Saturday Poem
The boldest faces are the ones making the transition from babbles to bubbly speech. The boldest thoughts are spoken aloud from the smallest and high-pitchiest of mouths. The most audacious dreams come from the youthful minds uncorrupted by flocks of fear and failure. As is all things, the newest to come and the soonest to…
Nature | Stream of Consciousness
Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…
love in time | poem/song
even if we don’t talk for years and years I’ll still hold you close to my heart even when time separates us you’ll always be apart of my life, of my life and I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep and you won’t fall to time I can guarantee and you won’t fall…
now they know | stream of consciousness
what could they know finale part 1 part 2 ~ How many lies until I get to open the door to the real world? How many memories must I earn to be welcome to reality? I asked what could they know, I asked myself what I am– and with confidence I can now say it….
Identity | Saturday Prose
There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…
trading eyes | poem
mustn’t trade souls for I do not what is foreign. trading eyes– just for a small time!– will let us see this world in a new light from a different life. I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows to make this old city something golden, but only from your eyes. from mine you tell…
Yuki-Onna | Poem
Dark coils of raven hair whitened by winter’s snow Skin pale and blue from antiquated rage and the unrelenting, tumultuous cold Poised in a glistening meadow of snowflakes, of ice To steal the souls and petrify the bodies of any mortal life A disconcerted but enchanted mortal would wander to her form Too entranced to…
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