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…

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

comparison | poem

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

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

college life | saturday ramble

Happy Saturday, everyone! I hope your week has been as eventful as mine. This week marked the start of my on-campus college career. With the COVID-19 restrictions, including having a very limited amount of guests to help me move in, the day unfolded in a strange, exciting, and bittersweet manner. I had to walk around…

Six Word Story

There is no bravery without fear. ~ Sammicakes “It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again […] when he was really scared. That was brave. […] When you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.” — Neil Gaiman, Coraline

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…

existence in a vaccum | poem

to be taken to a place, a mirrorless world, to say it clearly, a world devoid of everyone save for I. a place meant for me and the colors of my brain, where busy fingers cannot tousle my hair. the songs of the north and the south are deaf to me, the writings of the…

purpose | poem

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person but in the constraints one can find purpose as in the murkiest of waters…