I knew a thing called Sammy_Sam_Sam

Not male or female, or whatever you am.

But growing stronger by the word

Perhaps you saw, perhaps you heard.

You know I couldn’t give a damn

If you like or not this Sammy_Sam_Sam

I would get up at 5am

For Sammy_Sam_Sam, Sam -5am!

:)

love grows, love ages

love goes through stages

each one to be measured by gauges

but hearts only belong in rib cages

so my tears caress these pages

as my pen rages

Insecurity, jealousy, covetousness, bitterness, nihilism, apathy, doubt, depression, close-mindedness, confusion, negative projecting, pathetically violent oppressiveness, entitlement, venomous anger, hate, fear, and deep-rooted inferiority complexes disguised as superiority complexes are indeed the ULTIMATE arch nemeses of love, truth, honor, loyalty, passion, justice, joy, peace, beauty, creativity, artistic expression, uniqueness, understanding, acceptance, unshakable faith, family, fellowship, strength, empathy, selflessness, and unwavering courage.

Prove me right.

I write to ignite frightened minds and remind them of the might they might be inclined to find inside the confines of life interwined with divine vibes and sublime rhymes propeling lives to rise and thrive. I write because words are magic and sentences are spells, and the thought of underutilizing ourselves is tragic so I feel frantic to go savage and ring some chilling bells. I write because letters are elements, words are molecules, and paragraphs are the means to create worlds forming books upon shelves. I write because I can.

Understand?

I like writing because sometimes my self-doubt kicks in and it’s like ‘I have no idea what I’m doing and it’s all probably terrible’, but then it’s like???? What are you talking about self??? There is no correct way to write anything??? As long as you’re happy it’s all cool beans. Keep it up.

does your pilgrim heart have ears?

if so, tell me what it hears

i’m wondering if your pilgrim heart cares...

that i’ll be alone all these years

you’ll be on the road

facing all those pilgrim fears

so i hid my face, i never showed...

all these pilgrim tears

strength is what your pilgrim heart bears

while sorrow is what mine wears

my head rests on his treasure chest...

as long as it’s pressed

i won’t be stressed

his golden heart beats with zest

i whisper “don’t get dressed”

his treasure chest is my favorite quest

north, east, south, west

i’ve explored the rest...

i’m sure he’s guessed...

his treasure’s best

i always bring my pen to a fight

i don’t experience fright

when i have the gift of sight

no, i can’t see at night,

so i use my words as light

careful!

they’re bright

am i done? no, not quite

...

my words are my wings, so i take flight

my words are my swings, they hit with all my might

my words are gray

my words are black

my words are white

my words are the things i say

my words are why i write

☀️

it was a beautiful day

matter fact, i think it was may...

when i left with tears in my eyes, nothing more to say

when i left, finally deciding to live life my own way

it was a beautiful day

my heart was broke, so i’d make you pay

it was a beautiful day

no, the sky wasn’t gray

it was a beautiful day...

when i told you i was gay

a/n: coming out isn’t always easy and neither is staying in. no matter what side you’re on, please know that you matter! i’m not going to promise, but i am going to guarantee that it gets better! closets don’t stay dark forever

our house felt like a castle

though we didn't have much land

it seemed worth the hassle

the ocean view was grand

labor of love, he built it by hand

just not to withstand

he built it with sand

...