comfort in the nothingness | SoCs prose

Happy Saturday, everyone! This stream of consciousness piece is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “coffee, tea, or me.” Enjoy! ~ you aren’t you. you’re everything everyone thinks you are. you aren’t your own skin, you can’t feel your bones. the words in your brain do not exist. am I coffee,…

train at six | poem

tie your laces feel the beads of sweat stuck to your skin look at the slowly sinking afternoon sun the harsh feel of crushed rock beneath your exposed knee and then hear the sound– that sound you had only ever heard in the stillness of deep night hear the train tremble on its track some…

nails in the brain | SoCs poem

Good morning, everyone! This stream of consciousness poem is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “nails.” I hope you all enjoy! ~ dull metal stabs the soft tissue of my fleshy, futile organ, puncturing it over and over, until all the life, all the intelligence, all that power I thought…

Imperative Incessance | Poem

this existence is stone a force that gravity would not dare kiss. fingers pulsate and go numb under the touch, the futile embrace of silver, enwrapped about a withered wrist. tune out the empty drum of strangled voices to only feel the same few words gliding— slipping, burning into my brain. ones that speak of…

Fangirl | Poem

This poem is for Linda G. Hill’s SoC Saturdays. The prompt for today is fan. Hope you enjoy! ~ Silly little fangirl Putting all your faith in one person All that faith in individuals who don’t even know you exist Silly little fangirl Putting all you eggs in one basket Just waiting for the moment…

Anonymous | Poem

Forgive and forget Easier to say than implement Forgive and forget Maybe it’s better Just to pretend Maybe it’s better Just to pretend __________________________ ~ Sammicakes

Unapologetic Freedom | Poem #jibberjabber

Hello and hello! This is a little something I made for the Jibber Jabber with Sue daily word prompt! The word of the day is free. ~ Forgot to say what I meant as fast and as honest as possible Forgot where to look when speaking to someone brand new Forgot to abstain from looking…

strawberry whipped cream | poem

a silly nostalgia poem. enjoy! I remember a few years ago when I was rather young we went to the state of Florida and played for awhile in the sun. Then my aunt showed me inside the cold aisles of a store a tub of pink whipped cream I said it looked delicious and then…