Hello,

Lately my poetry has been shifting and taking new shapes. Instead of my typical, drawn-out style of editing and composing, I'm now limiting myself to the following rules:

1. Only write when you need to, and write as soon as you need to
2. Edit minimally - only three revisions per poem
3. Feel a lot.

Additionally, I've embarked on a journey to cope with loss, writing a total of 157 love poems (or rather, emotionally charged poems). The goal is that the final poem's completion will also bring the advent of my catharsis.

It's my hope that these vignettes will provide you an authentic and rough window into my own urban and dazzlingly hellish experiences.

All the best,
Sam

your words-

a fire in my heart

a hitch in my throat

senses tingling

skin prickling

lips craving

toes curled

soul bared

a being aware

of the love you feel

for someone far away.

-save me

You don't know me.

Please stop pretending that you do.

-a conversation with my brain

His voice drowns out

what my mind could never not.

-10 word story (p)

Afraid, I still am;

for what have been and what could be.

Doubtful, I’ve always been;

of the truth and what lies beneath.

Vulnerable, I always am;

my broken pieces he patched up and healed.

Strung, that I can’t deny;

my heart is his and always will be.

I waited for a long time.
But now you're here.

-10 word story (p)

He wasn't afraid to lose her.
She was all his.

-10 word story (p)