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
Tag: poem
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
coppice | poem
Hands have no trouble holding the hilt of the weapon which ensures their destruction– yet they begin to tremble when accused of their own destructive nature. Lips kiss the chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots for forever, or until their saliva-drenched state quenches their selfish, sloppy temper. Hearts construct high, guarded castles of ash and black bark, concealing…
The Colors I Can’t See | Stream of Consciousness Saturday
There’s no point in having envy for the things that can see more than me. My foresight is barely greater than the common deer, because in the vastness of the universe I know nothing. The shrimp can see colors I cannot fathom–but I have no hatred for them, no burning jealousy or envy that would…
Fully Grown | Song Verse
Now I’m on my own Now I’m fully grown Never thought I would be What you need me to be And, no, I’m not alone But it feels that way Never thought it would matter As much as it does– But it always does I breathe in the air And know this is all meant…
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