• Sam commented on the post, sensitive 1 year, 3 months ago

    “Sensitive. Maybe that’s all I’m being” say’s every goodwife ever. I’m unfortunately too cynical for that shit.

  • Sam commented on the post, install 1 year, 4 months ago

    Installing this shelf has been a royal pain in my ass. Not just this afternoon, oh no, it been a few weeks of incorrect measurements back and forth.

  • Sam commented on the post, hungry 1 year, 4 months ago

    Hungry. Hungry for what? For food? No, we are too privileged for that type of hunger. Those of us who can’t go hungry, are starving for meaning in this world.

  • Sam commented on the post, disco 5 years, 4 months ago

    Disco lights flashed around
    Giving the entire room the psychedelic translucent glow
    That was already reflected in her eyes

  • Sam commented on the post, burning 6 years ago

    Burning, burning, burning, we watch them all fall down. There will be no ashes remaining in this place, the road we left scattered to the wind. She will cary them softly and return us all home.

  • Sam commented on the post, visit 6 years, 4 months ago

    You visit me
    Sometimes
    I see you peek through your eyes
    Making sure the reality
    You’ve tried to disappear
    Is in fact
    Still there
    I see you
    You know,
    Deep down
    In the heart,
    I know is still there

  • Sam commented on the post, sound 6 years, 4 months ago

    The sound of your breathing, keeping me awake. Even and at peace you move. Slow and gentle your mind speaks to mine. But if we both were to sleep, then there would be no look out for the monsters that always lurk near.

  • Sam commented on the post, reference 6 years, 4 months ago

    In reference to your prior question: no, I am not saine. My trees are red and, my grass purple. On this psychedelic plane I speak to those within reality. While I am not saine, my mind is quite sound. All one is able to do is to describe their surroundings, outright, or abstract, and just like you with stable brain waves, that is all I seek to…[Read more]

  • Sam commented on the post, poster 7 years ago

    Walking down the dirty needle filled streets I see the poster everywhere. I swear any unclaimed space all around Van Nuys there’s my naked body and fake eyelashes. Thank God for computers otherwise my breasts […]

  • Sam commented on the post, chapped 7 years, 1 month ago

    My lips chapped and bleeding against the driving wind. Biting and taring at my clothing as I force my self to keep walking against it. No longer going where I was lead, but blazing my own trails.

  • Sam commented on the post, willful 7 years, 1 month ago

    The willful spirit that lives inside of her, haunting her heart and moving her forward to the end of its destiny is growing weary.

  • Sam commented on the post, temper 7 years, 2 months ago

    Temper rising as he just stares at my fuming face. His silence is what I fear. We throw dishes, we slam doors, we don’t let the neighborhood get any sleep it seems every night. If our silence comes, the anger […]

  • Sam commented on the post, track 7 years, 3 months ago

    The track is the only ground I’ve ever known. Left turn by left tern my years fly by me as the bright stadium lights.

  • Sam commented on the post, scarce 7 years, 4 months ago

    Scarce. Thats what I made my self when he was around. Those ocean eyes, they were avoiding mine and it killed me, chilled me to my bones. So to save some pain I stayed away and had my heart broken in silence instead of out in front of the crowd.

  • Sam commented on the post, runway 7 years, 4 months ago

    The plane tires hit the tarmac and our sky speed is now taking us down the runway. We are home. Why does it feel so strange? So foreign? Shouldn’t we feel warm and welcome. Instead my heart feels like a stranger. I only hold a piece with me, the rest I left at my home […]

  • Sam commented on the post, bellow 7 years, 4 months ago

    Bellow the ocean
    Under the waves and currents
    Nothing to move me
    Nothing to shift me
    Silence, as I drown and my last breath
    The only thing I’ve held on to for so long
    Releases,
    I find peace.

  • Sam commented on the post, sparkling 7 years, 4 months ago

    Sparkling moon sleeping on the lake
    Not to wake till the sun steals her spot
    Liquid silver mixing with the chill of its navy bed

  • Sam commented on the post, savage 7 years, 4 months ago

    Savages. Savages. Barely even humans. But aren’t they the most human of us all. In tune with the wind, and how it softly teases your hair, but beats your cheeks like a drunk lover. Or how the wanter paralyzes your body, but also brings life. Savages. Savages. More human than the ‘civilized’ want to admit.

  • Sam commented on the post, oil 7 years, 4 months ago

    Oil surging from the un-capped pipe leading straight into the river. The river, the clear wild as it was once called by our ancestors. Now all it is is a cesspool filled with misuse and blind eyes.

  • Sam commented on the post, dozen 7 years, 4 months ago

    There was a dozen of them. All surrounding us, drooling with eyes filled with greed. We knew what they wanted, and they knew we wouldn’t give it up without a fight. What they didn’t know was, we had Sheldon.