Sam: Favorites

Jun 2018 Sam

Have you painted with all the colors of the wind

Jun 2018 Sam

Jessica B

Have you painted with all the colors of the wind

When these buried emotions come to surface, they’re unexplained, unrecognizable. They can sometimes be Overwhelming. So much so that I’ve lost control of them, I don’t know what to do or where to go, or how to direct them. They explode like a million fireworks that fly in all different directions. How beautiful they are yet intriguingly unorthodox.
Each one a different color that represent every part of me and they blend together almost like a picture.
But then the picture fades and that’s when reality is no longer valid, without a picture there can be no reality. Just a blur of lost thoughts with no direction.
My sense of self has yet been lost again, so let me swim in this blur for just a moment without judgement and I promise you that reality will return as it always does.
And in that one moment that comes to pass ever so often, it can be unique, undeniably intriguing, yet hard to understand. It’s okay to let go of reality sometimes, for these brilliant colors can not be suppressed forever, and as time comes to an end, your artwork will be finished and the picture you have unwillingly painted will be clear to see.

Jun 2018 Sam

If I could remember

Jun 2018 Sam

Mike Adam

If I could remember

I would tell you

That

I love you

Jun 2018 Sam

H

Jun 2018 Sam

Alegria Mir

H

h a r p

A lady that grew into a devil
With strong features and strong hands
Expected to be playing around with keys
Taunting all the life out

Sat still, dressed in white
Looking like an goddess against the flames
Plucking the strings of an angel's harp
And the strings of a hopeless heart

The Alphabet of You

#thealphabetofyou #her #love #h #harp #devil

Jun 2018 Sam

Everyone's Grudge

Jun 2018 Sam

A Simillacrum

Everyone's Grudge

-- and another thing. If I
                  wanted your opinion
       don't you think I

         would      ask      you?

#final #fantasy #call #the #red #flag #on #*******

Jun 2018 Sam

almost.

Jun 2018 Sam

Alvira Perdita

almost.

you would think that a friendship like
ours was indestructible.
you would think that friends as close
as we were would always
drift right back to each other.

i know that you weren't intending to
repair the rift between us,
but i'd been hoping - and you knew it.
you know me.

i was stupid, i was hoping.
but you've disappeared again,
and i feel like a fool.

i only have myself to blame.

#friendship #longlasting #history #dearfriend #disappear #disappearing #fade #lostfriend

Jun 2018 Sam

nameless you

Jun 2018 Sam

mel

nameless you

c o n d i t i o n s
toward the degree to which you are individually
and everything else that’s outside of you
should disappear
for this world is a stranger to conditions
and there is no separation here
having unconditional awareness
of yourself + others
helps to fulfill the wholeness of Self
and therefore eventually everyone else

do not look at the condition of now
but focus on the wholeness that is you
view your life through eyes of divinity
come into alignment with who you are
who you really are
the nameless you
beyond this body
before human design
embrace your cosmic sight
undress yourself of judgement
and conditions will lose their meaning
our differences have our souls singing

we came here to love and be love
appreciate your own unique abilities
think of what a blessing it is to breathe
to be exactly what you are in this moment
it is exactly what you came here to be
you are already everything you dream
just close your eyes to see

#nameless #cosmic #roots #wholeness #unconditional #awareness

May 2018 Sam

cinnamon // cigarettes

May 2018 Sam

heather mckenzie

cinnamon // cigarettes

// i’m terrified that next year i might hate winter; that the glow of the lights will remind me so deeply of you eyes that i’ll get that agonising ache in my chest again.

it’s always been my least favourite season, but for a while my dear, you changed that.

there was always something about the weight of the air,

thick and heavy with coldness and fog.

you made me realise that it’s the only time of year that everything tastes ever so slightly of cinnamon and ginger; you tasted like cigarettes and bubblemint gum.

after you left i took up smoking for a week purely because it tasted like you, maybe also because the burning in my chest was the closest feeling to being in love with you.

in my mind there is just us and you aren’t here to leave.

you whisper into my skin and i don’t cough up your words in the shower the next morning.

in my mind you don’t kiss me to forget and i don’t shake when you touch me.

the lights don’t stay off anymore,

you look me in the eyes as you **** me.

warm bedsheets tangled in a heap of exhausted limbs.

his bookshelf was splitting at the seams;

bukowski

plath

keats and frost.

he asked me what i thought about love and i told him; it’s the bits of us that we give away with no sense of expectation or consequences. when you feel this empty you’ll do anything to fill the void in your ribcage.

we feel more pain than we know what to do with

so, we paint, draw, write and sing.

anything really, anything that helps us cling to the edges of humanity.

that was the thing, you always knew that you could count on me to get down on my knees for you babe, didn’t you? //

#love #breakup #sad #imagery #metaphor #heartbreak #pain #loss #aesthetic

May 2018 Sam

Old Friend

May 2018 Sam

Kendall Seers

Old Friend

There’s an old friend that calls to me
their hands are shoved into pockets
dark half-circles have settled on their face
and their shoes are worn
They want a place to crash again

This traveling stain has gone by many names
but what I used to call them
the pit in my stomach
always seemed more descriptive
than simply calling them self loathing.

They seem weak now
but under dirtied clothes is hard shell
shell, like a seed that once planted it roots in me
and burrowed till they had climbed my throat
and coated my insides in black gooey hate

they left a sticky residue,
the kind that resists being scrubbed off raw fingertips
and stuck on me post-it notes of resentful thoughts
reminding me that even though they’re gone now
they were once there.

So I started writing my own notes
stickers that filled my mind
then my neck, and chest, and finally
my gut.
Little words that accumulated till I opened my mouth and spewed them forward
I repeated them, until I believed them.

One keeps cropping up,
a small slip of syllables that teaches me to act,
regardless of doubt
I take it out of my leather jacket now,
and pass it on to this old friend
reading it out loud as I do,
and saying, clear and fearless,
“No point but the one I choose to make.”

#self #loathing #old #friend #no #point #but #the #one #i

May 2018 Sam

texts i never sent you (ii)

May 2018 Sam

mk

texts i never sent you (ii)

i am in a haze today. it is cloudy and beautiful outside. it is also pressing down on my chest and i struggle for air. i wore your shirt to bed last night and it helped steady my oxygen supply. i wish you were here to say my name and speak to me in my native tongue to remind who i am and where i've come from. i'm forgetting everything, slowly. recreating yourself is only good when you haven't done it five thousand times over. i just want to be me now. but how do i become me if there is no you? pick me up from the library and walk me to class. hold my hand and tell me that you will stay with me no matter how grey the sky is or how cold my fingers feel.

#cloud #grey #text