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…

Clockwork Reversed | Poem

To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…

flicker out | poem

what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…

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…