Little lines from our hearts light up the midnight roads. I can hear the call of spotted owls and sleepy toads. As the sounds of the festival dull to a hum, and the smells of the day boil down to sugar and rum, I reminisce on the past, these memories made of glass, that cut…
Tag: poetry
Atop Interlaken, Switzerland
Vast emerald lawns Sprawling navy streams Narrow, winding roads Some mountains lined with autumnal foliage Some peaks coated in powdered sugar snow The smell of beer and cheese And the screaming laughs of children All atop Interlaken, Switzerland ~Sammicakes
Dearest Cookie
Dearest Cookie, Into my new jar you have come! And you have presented yourself kindly, composed of an enticing recipe: sugar, butter, and chocolate chips. I take a bite and wince! Upon further inspection, I see you are missing very much for my delicate taste’s particular sensibilities. Eggs, flour, salt, baking soda– the stabilizing, boring…
The Realest You (written from the platform)
Today I stepped onto the platform, and the seven men behind the booth asked me, “Who is the realest you?” “Is it the one who is beautiful and speaks clearly, smile bright?” “Is it the creature muzzled and blind, trembling in rage?” “Could it be the one that cries so deeply at the beauty of…
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…
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
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…
Call to Action, Call to Attention, Call for Affection
The toxins rose above onto the surface of my skin with nowhere to go, my turmoil, my dread, my negativity, my sadness, all from within. And now they mark my face, my body, exposed and evident for all to see. What other choice do I have but to address and repair them to be the…
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