to be with | poem

get off the road and turn to the side to start the coughing there’s blood in your hand you’re the man I want to be with to be seen with I see no flaw in you I think you’re flawless from the way you look at me I love your every kiss only the ones…

Love and Understanding | Chapter 10

rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. a trip to town. It was the coldest night of the season, and Santhan insisted Amalla dress for it.  Instead, the being had decided to wear a knee length dress of fern green and daisy white velvet that hugged the shoulders scooped at the neckline. Amalla’s new…

darkness

“Only darkness exists in my mind if a moment does not hold you in it. It is an essential darkness of potential, but I have been afraid for so long that I have hidden myself within it, too afraid to fully move past the false security it has gifted to me. It has confined and…

Talking to a Memory | Saturday Writings

“I do not have any memories. Well… that is a lie. That is… I do not have any memories that do not have you in them. There is existence before you, of course, and while it is vast, it is ultimately blank and shapeless. It is void of feeling and purpose. The only parts that…

Writing 100+ Pages in 30 Days! | Saturday Ramblings

Happy Saturday! I took a break from posting on my blog, but it was all for good reason, I promise. I came up with a new story idea in the start of the summer, and it completely consumed me. I was sick of thinking about it, having all the different strings of plot points and…

perception

one liner wednesday I check the clock just as much as I check my body, because I conceive myself as much as I try to perceive time. ~Sammicakes

coppice | poem

Hands have no trouble holding the hilt of the weapon which ensures their destruction– yet they begin to tremble when accused of their own destructive nature. Lips kiss the chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots for forever, or until their saliva-drenched state quenches their selfish, sloppy temper. Hearts construct high, guarded castles of ash and black bark, concealing…

Fully Grown | Song Verse

Now I’m on my own Now I’m fully grown Never thought I would be What you need me to be And, no, I’m not alone But it feels that way Never thought it would matter As much as it does– But it always does I breathe in the air And know this is all meant…

memory

“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…

Fraud

antithesis piece to this ~ I’m a fraud in my own skin I’m afraid of my own skin I’m afraid they don’t like me I’m afraid I don’t like me I look out the window And I see my body flying high over the rooftops “Wish you weren’t so silly Wish you were as pretty…