Mercy

I’m going to pick them all apart to shreds, to atoms, in my heart, they will always fail in my head they will never enter and in my hand they will forever fall Hold my flowers on your sturdy branches or leave me as a seed to die My love is buried in the roots…

Wicked Beauty of the Only Queen

A moment of recollection: Her humor, her compassion, her intellect, her passion, her love– all of it had once stemmed from her sadness. It guided her perspective and worldview. It led her actions, and it inspired the thoughts she shared aloud with me. That ache of emptiness ascended her to the stars. Now all I…

Jealousy is Futile | Self-love Snippets

Everyone has a quality that I could be jealous of. Who does it serve to hold a burning hate for those I believe are above me because they do not lack what I have convinced myself I do? Who does it serve to diminish myself down to an inferior being? Why should I not instead…

Call to Action, Call to Attention, Call for Affection

The toxins rose above onto the surface of my skin with nowhere to go, my turmoil, my dread, my negativity, my sadness, all from within. And now they mark my face, my body, exposed and evident for all to see. What other choice do I have but to address and repair them to be the…

nature of thoughts

Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. Thoughts are the collectives, the ones that can shape and construct, erode and destroy. They are the foundations of our actions, the foundation of our being. Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. ~Sammicakes

control

written 9/16/21 “How much control do I have over myself? Am I kidding myself when I say I can control how I’m feeling, what I’m doing, what I am? I hope it’s just a case of overthinking. I don’t want to turn into something I fear.” ~Sammicakes

love in lines

You are the only essence that composes my heart. The heart is a vessel of potential: it has enough space within it to love or to hate in equal quantities. ~Sammicakes

memory and her loss

Memory tucked in music and hidden in laughs. The memories in smells, in sounds, and in touches. The memories he held dearest were the ones the mind always tried to erase the fastest. The memories he held would never mean as much after the transfer of thoughts to the parchment, but he tried his best….

fulfilled nothingness

If I were to be trapped for eternity in a room full of nothing and I could pick one thing, anything, to be with me that nothingness… I would pick you. ~Sammicakes

love or death

If she were to do that it would end in one of two ways–love or death–and both were wicked, wicked, wicked. ~Sammicakes