The Lovely & pitiful | Poem

Radiant, dazzling, and all too new A vehicle of first-time adoration How it glimmers in the moonlight How it rusts in the sunlight How it glows in the dusk How it dims in the dawn A lovely thing, a pitiful thing To steer it gently onto a loving path or to drive it off a…

Oh, Mirror!

There are some mirrors that tell you what you want to hear, yet some mirrors get pleasure from revealing all you fear Every spot, every line, every hair out of place Oh the pressure, the politic, the horror of owning a face! Yet in its games, the ones all mirrors play, there is something even…

Equality in Love

In my search for harmony You search for hegemony To lord and rule over me. ~ Sammicakes

women & their blessings | sonnet

Of all the roses in the great wide worlds The loveliest take time to rise and bloom For they grow in grace and beauty for girls Yet sadly the weakest will die in June You may wonder what flowers grow for boys To surmise one would choose the Middlemist As this Chinese flower is rare…

In Our Own Strength

The internal stagnation that forces the spirit to slow and the body to drop Gazing upon the pink clouds that scatter the spectrum of His emotions ~Sammicakes

candle flame

You say all the words I’ve been wanting to hear for years but they ring hallow because you’re shallow with your love it flickers in and out like a candle then the flame grows so much that I can’t handle it ~Sammicakes

Where do you belong in the world?

to find yourself old in a world filled with ideals that frighten you with ideals of beauty you do not find beautiful would be quite sad, alongside dying ~Sammicakes

1,000 Days of Missing You Deeply

In my hands a box of thyme I gift to you, wondering what with it will all you do. Will you open its lid and let the pieces scatter in the wind, the saddest of all sins? Or will you with generous hand flavor it in every dish, and in your sentiment, fulfill my sweetest…

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…