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…
Tag: creative writing
Why Do I?
to tell you the truth
no better reason to change | story
doth excerpt; reality and the love for human perception “To speak on perception for a moment, it is actually quite a curious occurrence. Would you like to hear about it? Oh, perfection! I am very sorry to go on so long, but I feel it is partially relevant to your question of the ‘how’ I…
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…
love of a divine
doth excerpt It was a sensation he believed he never could experience–that collective feeling and mutual sentiment that made two individuals completely bound in genuine oneness. A sentiment they both had shared upon their initial meeting, but one that would only be a modicum compared to what they each held for one another in the…
definition | one sentence story
If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crushed into the perceptions and constructed fantasies of others and eaten alive. ~Sammicakes
internet application and their applications | poem | 200th post!
action intention past present constant reflection thoughts future legacy substance computer found action lost intention software love new perception Thank you for 10,000 views! All your eyes on my work really makes me happy! ~Sammicakes
after victory | poem
you can’t get caught up in a victory or yesterdays’s pleasures become ancient history and your eternal misery art credit: https://twitter.com/bossmonsterbani ~Sammicakes
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…
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