written 10/16 “I spent so much of my time worrying about things that don’t matter. How many hours did I read about all the different types of flowers, I couldn’t tell you. I thought I had loved them. I truly believed I did. It was nice to study their intricacies and what made them distinct…
Tag: creative writing
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
even when I’m alone
there is always a constant pressure to perform there is always that nagging feeling that I am that I am being watched surveyed scrutinized held to the standards of what is expected, what is expected from a human being that looks like me, that is feminine, female I felt so aware even subconsciously, even even…
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
nightmares blend into dream
(Of what had been shattered some years ago due to its horror and what had been forgotten that night amidst the field of other dreams had been the phantom of a cruel mind’s subconscious which had never left it since the day it was shattered upon its horrible impact. That gray cornered room below where…
For Me | Poem
Nothing for me
A Kiss From Within
Take up my hands in my hands Take in my eyes with my eyes See my form from my form See light within from my light within Sense beauty from beauty Sense radiance, confidence from confidence, radiance Idyllic Her with my potential Her gentle smile granted by the stars Her caring eyes bestowed upon by…
Sammicakes 