reality | poem

In my head, jumping from memory to fantasy, just to pass the time, just to keep me happy and alive. In my head thinking of the “what if,” just to pass the time, just to keep me quiet and alive, a brand new reality awaits me, like diamonds, like dimes, like some new old life…

Friendship | Prose

The best way to start a friendship is to begin, earnestly and swiftly, sowing the seeds of its ruin. For when they try to escape, the object of your adoration will be entrapped in a garden of thorn-baring lies and intoxicating, ivory snakes, hungry and innocent eyes plunging the adoree into deep, black waters. ~…

existence in a vaccum | poem

to be taken to a place, a mirrorless world, to say it clearly, a world devoid of everyone save for I. a place meant for me and the colors of my brain, where busy fingers cannot tousle my hair. the songs of the north and the south are deaf to me, the writings of the…

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…

Cottagecore | Poem

Pheasants and finches sun-dappled meadows and delicate wishes fulfilled by the dream of self-isolation. Not yet nostalgic not yet the present but instead a dream idyllic that a more kind world would let come to fruition. ~ Sammicakes

may reminders | prose

Remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to others. Remember to not prolong a bad mood. Remember to analyze and understand your emotions. Remember to breathe, especially when you’re upset. Remember that not everything makes sense and not everything can be fixed. Remember that’s okay. And most of all, as said many…

Siren Days | Poem

red noise the kind of red you can’t see but the kind you can hear blaring and constant like all the news around you rich red, red noise ~ Sammicakes

may promises | prose

I promise… to cherish my friends and family to treat myself and my body with respect to be patient in all circumstances to remember all the parts of life that bring me joy to do all the things that make my day bright to listen to some of my favorite songs… and maybe write a…

struggles for the black bird

turn your head to the left a little further than you normally would. see the black bird perched on your shoulder with bleak black eyes strung in its head like beads. love and care for that bird, but do not remove him from your shoulders. cry at night, or in the day if you can’t…

The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act

The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act We know how the world runs. The rich do the running, the poor do the watching. No matter where we stand, we know how it operates. Among that sector of the rich are the people who literally run our world–our government. The policies they enact…