alone on a Friday night, not mad at anyone but yourself, but because it’s so much inside you it makes you hate everything outside you, everything you see. it’s your fault, and you’re surprised that everything you do to make yourself unhappy has finally worked. it’s a small wave. it washes away as it quickly…
Tag: poem
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…
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
Canvas | Poem
I felt nothing So I could feel anything I’m a canvas Paint your thoughts onto me Shape your dreams onto me Let me dry up before you try to take it back Take it all back Take it all back ~Sammicakes
Sweet Reprise | Song
If I kill you every time why do you keep on coming back? I thought you were smart enough to not do something like that If I have to end your life every time then why do you keep on coming back? I thought you knew I wasn’t strong enough to handle something like that…
Almost Done Being Alone | Song
Inspired by your thoughts enchanted by your actions my life is meaningless if you live with no satisfaction Every day I wait for you sitting amongst the flowers in the meadow to come up from the hill and pull me into you, tell me it’s time to go And on days where you take too…
The Disgusting Result and Consequence of Low Standards and Horrific Representations of Love
complimentary piece: coppice Of all the love I have seen in this world, the man I see has been deprived of it in its entirety, devoid of its presence, denouncing proudly of its futility. Misanthropic would be generous to describe it, as I had one thought to say to him. but thought better of it:…
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
