Sammy

Sammy Mar 28

Athens

Growing up I loved
the ruins of ancient times,
everything from temples,
statutes, to stories and paintings.

At the age of eighteen
my mom took me to Greece
and I can't remember a time
where I was so excited
for my birthday to come.

The sun burned my skin,
went from porcelain white
to candy pink.

I visited many museums,
climbed up to The Parthenon,
even walked near the
God of Thunder's temple.

Five years later
I realize:

I am made of ruins too
unlike Athens, there is no beauty
in my external scars,
only shame and regret.

I am the only cause of my
downfall.
I am Hector but at same time
my name is also Achilles.

And just like the old city,
my soul is ancient;
too fragile for my body to keep,
too heavy for my heart to hold.

Sammy Mar 21

Devotion

And I, who just wanted
to get drunk from
the curve of her hips
during a warm summer day.

A starving man,
hoping to get a taste
of the forbidden fruit,
a holy delight.

I, who refused to believe in any God,
because only her could be
the deity I would worship,
day and night,
in life and death;
the mother of beauty, the cause of my weakness.

Just to be drowned
under all the sins I committed,
and the ones I paid, despite my innocence.
I, who died on the cold stone,
before I could kneel in front
of my very own reason to live.

Inspiration: James McAvoy in Atonement (2007)

Sammy Mar 8

Hallucination

I'm fond of this image of him,
sweet, vulnerable, gentle.
He knows all my games,
and still he crawls to me.

I feel seen,
almost protected
almost loved.

And I can't help but wonder,
in the late Saturday morning
what would have been of us.

If only he had learned how to read,
my poetry, my soul, my self,
if he had listened to
my voice, my plea, my cry.

But for him I was invisible,
and just like in chess
I learned how to end a king,
with foolish moves.

#love #heartbroken #toxic #dream #nightmare

Sammy Mar 1

March

And March came by
but its presence started to feel heavy
during the end of February.

The days start to be longer,
and my eyes are forced to close
on my way back home.

Soon the flowers will start to bloom,
the cold won't longer reach my bones
and the people will be marching on the streets.

With the welcome of spring
I wonder under the starry night
What else will I have to say goodbye to?

As every spring my soul rots
as the strawberries inside my fridge,
a curse I still don't know how to break.

Feb 28

Words in Bloom

Lie to Me

Tell me you’re only mine
Even if you’re lying
Look me in the eyes
Tell me you love me
And that im the only one for you
I don’t care if im delusional
As long as I feel happy again