I don’t have a lot of things in my life, because you hold enough power to fulfill me a million times. I don’t have a lot of people in my heart, because you take up too much space, and I still fall apart. I could have anyone, anyone else; I could make anything, anything work–…
Tag: poem
comfort in fear | saturday prose
comfort in the nothingness piece ~ It is in the sleepiness of stillness in the unwinding of the night, that we are most perceptible to the shattering reality of discomfort. ~ Footsteps drag themselves through leaves outside my window, and rather than only drawing nearer, they move in some languid orbit. It is in this…
immunity/deception
Passive aggressive, a little possessive, but you’re too cute, too sweet and everyone treats you so mean. So when my dear friend accused you of r@%e, I had no choice but to scoff and wave the accusations away, because what mean thing could a boy with a baby face, chipmunk cheeks, and a knee brace…
memory
“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…
Warning Cry | Song/Poem
Made a hell inside my mind and I’m keeping you out for your sake baby Made a mind for my mind so when you try to find me I’m hidden deep inside Don’t you tell me how to feel about myself today Don’t you tell me that I’m good, I made up my mind anyway…
Missing Mornings Reprise | Poem
I go to bed at night and sleep until the afternoon Always missing the sun when it’s birthed and new I keep sleeping through the day and I’m yearning for more I’m missing mornings I’m missing time in gaps and spaces My life is a blip, memories getting shipped away to another galaxy– I’m missing…
mind movie | poem
I play a song from my least favorite album of yours and start to drift until my lips are numb Until I’m in a new dimension, my consciousness feeding the life force of bodies and pretty flesh creatures Exploring every facet of their potential crafting every kiss I won’t get to avoid (This chorus tastes…
Saturday Storm | Poem
Raindrops sound like knives leaves pile up and worms wriggle free, thrive, in the storm I sleep, I survive ~Sammicakes
Missing Mornings | Poem
Stainless steel left a stain on my skin Not sure where the pain stops and my body begins Oh, please, please let me in seeing you again–you’re a friend Now I won’t ever get to get you and I don’t think I will ever get you But that don’t mean I won’t ever miss you…
Sammicakes 