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…
Tag: poetry
the way you see me in your dreams you must love me
you’re more than a friend oh, it happened again and it’ll keep happening oh, baby you’re more than a friend the nights I don’t take to not think of you you creep into the later morning and then I dream of us two you want to tell me things that make me happy but it’s…
memory and her loss
Memory tucked in music and hidden in laughs. The memories in smells, in sounds, and in touches. The memories he held dearest were the ones the mind always tried to erase the fastest. The memories he held would never mean as much after the transfer of thoughts to the parchment, but he tried his best….
World Revolution
You do not understand the magnitude of your significance in this world. Just by living you have impacted so many people, filled them with emotion and memory. You have already changed the world. ~Sammicakes
Alright | Poem
written 11/21/21 If things end, I’ll be alright It’ll hurt, but we’ll be fine Didn’t mean to shut off and cry but I’ll be fine I’ll be fine If things end, I’ll climb up high Sit alone, watch the days go by Shadow Tree falls over me Why did I think I wanted somebody? If…
voids of time, lost to time
“No time left in the present” No time measured in the glass spheres That broke into shards All around him “No time like the present,” he told himself No time, no time left in the present So he spun the shards about the dead ground until he bled Visiting pieces that would have best been …
all for nothing
written 10/16 “I spent so much of my time worrying about things that don’t matter. How many hours did I read about all the different types of flowers, I couldn’t tell you. I thought I had loved them. I truly believed I did. It was nice to study their intricacies and what made them distinct…
tumble of the promise
transferred promise passed down promise a shared promise to people who didn’t know they would be shared Do you hate me for doing it? Do you hate me enough to care? ~Sammicakes
skin split | saturday poem
I peel the layers of myself to feel and numb, numb and feel again I spread the skin of my shed layer to see and behold, behold and see again I split the skin of myself, to understand and understand understand, understand ~Sammicakes
even when I’m alone
there is always a constant pressure to perform there is always that nagging feeling that I am that I am being watched surveyed scrutinized held to the standards of what is expected, what is expected from a human being that looks like me, that is feminine, female I felt so aware even subconsciously, even even…
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