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
Tag: poem
anywhere
I am the ache in my own body
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…
nightache
Dying leaves of the lightest branches fall off the low-lying trees like veils and they slip over of my eyes, so that all I see is scattered nothing and blue blackness in quiet, lonely time I sink to the floor in fear and overwhelming feeling, laying my head in damp earth and shrunken flowers and…
Legacy of Briar Rose | poem
A thousand spindles A hundred wheels A dozen or so webs An entire century of slow hearts Tell me how does it feel… to be so beautiful and significant that you send your whole word into mournful sleep? Is your soul really so pure, so divine? Is it attainable– could your legacy be attained by…
buried in yourself
Did I ever love at all, if I held onto so much hatred of myself? I thought about it too long; now I don’t want to go. I need to trust my initial instincts. I always end up feeling like I’m not worth it. I always feel like I should make the conscious choice to…
nature of thoughts
Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. Thoughts are the collectives, the ones that can shape and construct, erode and destroy. They are the foundations of our actions, the foundation of our being. Not all thoughts had are spoken. There is no need to. ~Sammicakes
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