Copious Amounts of Word Vomit

Sam’s the name. Writings the game. Sad thoughts, happy thoughts. Poems and stories. These are a few of my favorite things.

[silk101]

[el-im]

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[neverlvnd]

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[lunaragent-deactivated20250531]

i will speak

on occasion

of poetic smee

but i refuse

to speak of them

poetically

this

is an overhaul

you see

a deliberate

downturn

in such

novelty

at least

that

is what

i tell myself

when i pull

empty buckets

from the well

i

am a tired man

a thirsty boy

i can rhyme a word

or two

but not

with any joy

[dykerory]

cunt dykeula. is this anything.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Japanese stage play 'Dracula: The Musical' with its all-female cast. In particular, Wao Yoka as Dracula.

She is serving.

[classycookiexo]

[hungrypancake]

Do you see it too?

The light streaming through?

The one that leads those to hope

And long for a life of love?

It’s going now,

It’s just out of reach.

Will these words ever comfort me?

Will your touch ever soothe what’s been taken

Without consent?

Where my heart should be

But alas a cold stone sleeps?

Perhaps one day,

I’ll find it to be true.

And know nothing but you.

-S.H.

[poppiesandpromises]

I live on the second floor

Which means that if I

Tried to fly there'd be a crunch

Before I brush the sky

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I live on the third floor

Which means that if I

Tried to fly there’d be a splat

Before I brush the sky

— Oblivion Wind

[hungrypancake]

I live on the ground floor

Which means that if I

Tried to fly I’d fall

Back into myself

And lose all hope

Before I could taste the sky

- S.H.

[remanence-of-love]

[90377]

Bognanco e Monte Leone by lucilla brasola

[elegyforadream]

[natureandprose]

the world, an architectural pattern

in optical illusion, moments mirrorized

when reality varies

changing, transforming

a new reflection perceived

[the-enchanted-little-star]

[poppiesandpromises]

This is all I have known

I can't leave myself alone

I sink like a stone

[naturallylilting]

in the wastelands

of January

the luna wolf howls

her invocation of the muse

marking her sky-territory

with her song

“here i am”

she announces her fullness

to a crimson-clouded world

.

RhymingTherapy—Jan 2023 (my photo 7 Jan)

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