Age of Ages | Poem

Stone way of feeling Bronze way of reacting Medieval way of perception, rather how we are perceived, Industrial way of seizing (Did we miss something from how we felt and how we reacted?) What is our way now? It is: the expanding balloon of the human mind, the mind we all share if shared with…

crooked brain | poem

I feel it in my head it’s not centered it inches to the left maybe that’s why I feel so… Today I will try to center it. ~ Sammicakes

Sunshine Blogger Award!! | Saturday Blog

Happy Friday, everyone! I was nominated by the lovely Belladonna, who you all should definitely check out for fitness coaching and dinner recipes. Here are her questions: What is your favorite feel-good snack? My go-to is peanut butter on graham crackers, it’s a great energy boost! What is your favorite thing to do on a…

purpose | poem

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person but in the constraints one can find purpose as in the murkiest of waters…

Plight of Obsession | Poem

the phoniest of flattery the most lascivious of lies the cacophony of coquettish ramblings: all are the plights of an unreciprocated obsession, not born out of love, but of rabidly ill intent. ~ Sammicakes

No Proof Of Yesterday | Ramblings

I stand in a room, noticing the walls that create the square I stand. I then wonder what proof there was that today existed. There is none. No one in a year, let alone in a millennium, would know that this day existed. Not how the day existed through my eyes, at least. That was…

Drawing Toph Beifong |Saturday Sketch

Hello and hello, everyone! As most of you that know, I usually post an update of my drawing skills every couple of weeks. (Check them out here and here!) One piece I made for Father’s Day two weeks ago was something I’ve been meaning to post. Toph is my dad’s favorite character from Avatar: The…

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…

Vice City, Jainu | One Line Story

This short story is based off my novel, Accursed Red. Enjoy! ~ In the heart of the most beautiful city in Dark Earth, standing beneath the skyscrapers and starlight, there stood the curse, a young woman who told herself to forget about all her troubles for just one glorious, befuddling night. ~ Sammicakes

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…