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…

love in lines

You are the only essence that composes my heart. The heart is a vessel of potential: it has enough space within it to love or to hate in equal quantities. ~Sammicakes

fulfilled nothingness

If I were to be trapped for eternity in a room full of nothing and I could pick one thing, anything, to be with me that nothingness… I would pick you. ~Sammicakes

lavender and blackberry sleep | poem

slip into consciousness at the touch of cotton soft skin and contrasting fingertips. eye the waving sultry curls of blond against brown locks, after closing the satin blinds, drawing in closer the four walls, existence beyond glistening and diminishing into small nothingness. the nothingness slips away, slips away, slips away… understand the importance of this…

queen in a clock at 6

Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It’s time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the…

Two Feet In | Poem/Song

Nothing makes me feel this way to bend to ones control. I don’t like what happens to my brain but the feeling is far from miserable. There’s a power, there’s a charm in every little pattern in every little syllable everything that shouldn’t matter. – Two feet in. No doubs, no doubts, no doubts. Two…

The Town: Part 4

To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the…

The Town: Part 3

“I don’t know, Jac’n… she… she smells like the forest.” “She looks like a horse gal.” “Oh, yeah. She loves ‘em.” “So when’s this wedding happening again?” “Spring.” “Hmph… I still can’t believe you married a girl.” “Is that right?” “I don’t mean it to be sideways, Zackhy, but I… I find it real unfair…

The Town: Part 2

The two had married fifteen minutes after they had met each other. Not physically of course—for only a true fool would commit such a lustful crime. But rather in each of their minds they had formed a simple thought, one devoid of gowns and cakes and people and midnight: to marry until the sun stopped…