Samantha Writes
@samaasy.bsky.social
Writer
Poet
Pagan
Mother
Learning to let my inner voice take up space in this world.
Poet
Pagan
Mother
Learning to let my inner voice take up space in this world.
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Samantha Writes
@samaasy.bsky.social
· Aug 24
It's the contrast I remember best.
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
There are times I look over to find
that a straw man has been left in his shoes.
So I spin out on background noise
and scoll my way into dopamine loop-de-loops.
We lose days at a time like this.
#poetry #poemaday #originalpoem #writer #poem #writeitout
that a straw man has been left in his shoes.
So I spin out on background noise
and scoll my way into dopamine loop-de-loops.
We lose days at a time like this.
#poetry #poemaday #originalpoem #writer #poem #writeitout
November 19, 2025 at 3:52 AM
There are times I look over to find
that a straw man has been left in his shoes.
So I spin out on background noise
and scoll my way into dopamine loop-de-loops.
We lose days at a time like this.
#poetry #poemaday #originalpoem #writer #poem #writeitout
that a straw man has been left in his shoes.
So I spin out on background noise
and scoll my way into dopamine loop-de-loops.
We lose days at a time like this.
#poetry #poemaday #originalpoem #writer #poem #writeitout
Reposted by Samantha Writes
November 18, 2025 at 4:20 AM
November 18, 2025 at 4:20 AM
It's the contrast I remember best.
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
August 24, 2025 at 9:34 PM
It's the contrast I remember best.
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
The macabre and the serene.
Deep in grief for days and we never picked up the balloons.
The room was full of pinks and purples and a light tap tap tapping whenever we walked through.
Surreal, isn't it?
How life teases you?
#poem #OC #photography #grief #poetry
.
So tired
And it feels hard as a fist,
My womb.
So eager to hold life
That it rends itself open
Under each full moon.
Pleading.
I'll be more delicate,
next time.
#poetry #poem #writer #writeaboutit
#original #period #fullmoon #miscarriage
So tired
And it feels hard as a fist,
My womb.
So eager to hold life
That it rends itself open
Under each full moon.
Pleading.
I'll be more delicate,
next time.
#poetry #poem #writer #writeaboutit
#original #period #fullmoon #miscarriage
August 16, 2025 at 5:20 AM
.
So tired
And it feels hard as a fist,
My womb.
So eager to hold life
That it rends itself open
Under each full moon.
Pleading.
I'll be more delicate,
next time.
#poetry #poem #writer #writeaboutit
#original #period #fullmoon #miscarriage
So tired
And it feels hard as a fist,
My womb.
So eager to hold life
That it rends itself open
Under each full moon.
Pleading.
I'll be more delicate,
next time.
#poetry #poem #writer #writeaboutit
#original #period #fullmoon #miscarriage
Tangled up and drunk on sleeping in.
You say it's like a drug,
the morning light
dancing on my skin.
#poetry #originalphoto #photography #writer #sleepin #poemaday #monochrome #pictureandapoem
You say it's like a drug,
the morning light
dancing on my skin.
#poetry #originalphoto #photography #writer #sleepin #poemaday #monochrome #pictureandapoem
July 4, 2025 at 5:11 AM
Tangled up and drunk on sleeping in.
You say it's like a drug,
the morning light
dancing on my skin.
#poetry #originalphoto #photography #writer #sleepin #poemaday #monochrome #pictureandapoem
You say it's like a drug,
the morning light
dancing on my skin.
#poetry #originalphoto #photography #writer #sleepin #poemaday #monochrome #pictureandapoem
Can't you see it?
Beauty seeps into life
at the seams.
Rip at them.
Rend them open.
#poetry #poem #originalphoto #writer #beauty #ladybug #findbeauty #photography #bigsur #naturewalk #poemaday
Beauty seeps into life
at the seams.
Rip at them.
Rend them open.
#poetry #poem #originalphoto #writer #beauty #ladybug #findbeauty #photography #bigsur #naturewalk #poemaday
July 3, 2025 at 5:47 AM
Can't you see it?
Beauty seeps into life
at the seams.
Rip at them.
Rend them open.
#poetry #poem #originalphoto #writer #beauty #ladybug #findbeauty #photography #bigsur #naturewalk #poemaday
Beauty seeps into life
at the seams.
Rip at them.
Rend them open.
#poetry #poem #originalphoto #writer #beauty #ladybug #findbeauty #photography #bigsur #naturewalk #poemaday
Ode to my cat (who is now 10)
Frisco:
Knower of shadows,
Born for the night.
Scratcher of itches,
A witch's delight.
Thoughtful companion,
Eyes bursting of spring.
I'll be forever grateful,
that you've shared this life with me.
#blackcat #poem #catpoetry #cats #cateyes #poetry #ode #frisco
Frisco:
Knower of shadows,
Born for the night.
Scratcher of itches,
A witch's delight.
Thoughtful companion,
Eyes bursting of spring.
I'll be forever grateful,
that you've shared this life with me.
#blackcat #poem #catpoetry #cats #cateyes #poetry #ode #frisco
June 20, 2025 at 4:52 AM
His voice rises and I can feel
My heart turn into a rabbit.
No sudden moves.
His fist hits the table and my heart jump jump jumps
into far off tall grasses.
Stay still, little bunny.
You can become invisible
until the fox moves on.
#poem #bunny #poetry #rabbitheart
My heart turn into a rabbit.
No sudden moves.
His fist hits the table and my heart jump jump jumps
into far off tall grasses.
Stay still, little bunny.
You can become invisible
until the fox moves on.
#poem #bunny #poetry #rabbitheart
June 10, 2025 at 3:18 PM
His voice rises and I can feel
My heart turn into a rabbit.
No sudden moves.
His fist hits the table and my heart jump jump jumps
into far off tall grasses.
Stay still, little bunny.
You can become invisible
until the fox moves on.
#poem #bunny #poetry #rabbitheart
My heart turn into a rabbit.
No sudden moves.
His fist hits the table and my heart jump jump jumps
into far off tall grasses.
Stay still, little bunny.
You can become invisible
until the fox moves on.
#poem #bunny #poetry #rabbitheart
There's this buzzing in my brain,
but I'm finding different ways
to hold myself,
still.
.
.
.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #writer #holdstill
but I'm finding different ways
to hold myself,
still.
.
.
.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #writer #holdstill
June 4, 2025 at 3:17 PM
There's this buzzing in my brain,
but I'm finding different ways
to hold myself,
still.
.
.
.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #writer #holdstill
but I'm finding different ways
to hold myself,
still.
.
.
.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #writer #holdstill
If I can be your clothes
I'll hang off all your bones
Every hour
Every day
- "Your Bones" by Mura Masa
#muramasa #yourbones #lyrics
#poetryinmotion
I'll hang off all your bones
Every hour
Every day
- "Your Bones" by Mura Masa
#muramasa #yourbones #lyrics
#poetryinmotion
April 24, 2025 at 10:04 PM
If I can be your clothes
I'll hang off all your bones
Every hour
Every day
- "Your Bones" by Mura Masa
#muramasa #yourbones #lyrics
#poetryinmotion
I'll hang off all your bones
Every hour
Every day
- "Your Bones" by Mura Masa
#muramasa #yourbones #lyrics
#poetryinmotion
My anxiety is a bird on my shoulder.
The shadow of a bird, really.
Becuase it can't sit still.
Its agitation blurs the very lines that try to define it.
A black cloud.
A pencil smudged across the paper.
I never look at it directly.
But maybe I should.
#poetry #poem #poemaday #writer #anxiety
The shadow of a bird, really.
Becuase it can't sit still.
Its agitation blurs the very lines that try to define it.
A black cloud.
A pencil smudged across the paper.
I never look at it directly.
But maybe I should.
#poetry #poem #poemaday #writer #anxiety
April 2, 2025 at 7:18 PM
The last hug
you will get from someone you love
comes without warning.
It's a hug goodbye before
the trip that takes their life.
Or a casual embrace
some weeks before
your father's arms fall prey
to ALS.
What a gift it would be to know ahead of time.
You could squeeze that much harder.
#poem
you will get from someone you love
comes without warning.
It's a hug goodbye before
the trip that takes their life.
Or a casual embrace
some weeks before
your father's arms fall prey
to ALS.
What a gift it would be to know ahead of time.
You could squeeze that much harder.
#poem
March 26, 2025 at 5:40 PM
The last hug
you will get from someone you love
comes without warning.
It's a hug goodbye before
the trip that takes their life.
Or a casual embrace
some weeks before
your father's arms fall prey
to ALS.
What a gift it would be to know ahead of time.
You could squeeze that much harder.
#poem
you will get from someone you love
comes without warning.
It's a hug goodbye before
the trip that takes their life.
Or a casual embrace
some weeks before
your father's arms fall prey
to ALS.
What a gift it would be to know ahead of time.
You could squeeze that much harder.
#poem
Maybe if I picture it
over and over and
over again,
It will come true.
Bending reality to my will.
What is reality anyway?
But a story we tell ourselves
over and over and
over again.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #newreality #writer
#musings #poet #photography #colors #vivid #overandover
over and over and
over again,
It will come true.
Bending reality to my will.
What is reality anyway?
But a story we tell ourselves
over and over and
over again.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #newreality #writer
#musings #poet #photography #colors #vivid #overandover
March 26, 2025 at 4:43 PM
Maybe if I picture it
over and over and
over again,
It will come true.
Bending reality to my will.
What is reality anyway?
But a story we tell ourselves
over and over and
over again.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #newreality #writer
#musings #poet #photography #colors #vivid #overandover
over and over and
over again,
It will come true.
Bending reality to my will.
What is reality anyway?
But a story we tell ourselves
over and over and
over again.
#poem #poetry #poemaday #newreality #writer
#musings #poet #photography #colors #vivid #overandover
All I want from you is a letter,
and to be your distant lover.
That is all that I can offer
at this time.
#lyrics #poetry #sylvanesso #music #quotes #distantlover
and to be your distant lover.
That is all that I can offer
at this time.
#lyrics #poetry #sylvanesso #music #quotes #distantlover
January 30, 2025 at 10:35 PM
All I want from you is a letter,
and to be your distant lover.
That is all that I can offer
at this time.
#lyrics #poetry #sylvanesso #music #quotes #distantlover
and to be your distant lover.
That is all that I can offer
at this time.
#lyrics #poetry #sylvanesso #music #quotes #distantlover
I was real. I was there.
We had burned ourselves through at the center.
Our eyes slid by each other,
Lived in limbo
Up, down, up and down again.
No one deviates from our rotaing
Piece of planet.
Only I hear the actual crumbling
Down of real life.
#blackout #poetry #collage #roguejournal #poem
We had burned ourselves through at the center.
Our eyes slid by each other,
Lived in limbo
Up, down, up and down again.
No one deviates from our rotaing
Piece of planet.
Only I hear the actual crumbling
Down of real life.
#blackout #poetry #collage #roguejournal #poem
January 21, 2025 at 4:35 AM
I was real. I was there.
We had burned ourselves through at the center.
Our eyes slid by each other,
Lived in limbo
Up, down, up and down again.
No one deviates from our rotaing
Piece of planet.
Only I hear the actual crumbling
Down of real life.
#blackout #poetry #collage #roguejournal #poem
We had burned ourselves through at the center.
Our eyes slid by each other,
Lived in limbo
Up, down, up and down again.
No one deviates from our rotaing
Piece of planet.
Only I hear the actual crumbling
Down of real life.
#blackout #poetry #collage #roguejournal #poem
Reposted by Samantha Writes
Today, honor a King, not a Felon. #mlkday2025
January 20, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Today, honor a King, not a Felon. #mlkday2025
Screaming into
the void
over and
over and
over again.
Nothing ever changes.
the void
over and
over and
over again.
Nothing ever changes.
January 14, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Screaming into
the void
over and
over and
over again.
Nothing ever changes.
the void
over and
over and
over again.
Nothing ever changes.
It's easy to forget
The person I was
or am
or will be.
I get lost in the details
seperating you from me.
Unable to keep track of my own cells
as they change.
My god, this life is so strange.
#poetry #poem #whereiendandyoubegin
#parenthood #photography #family #hands
The person I was
or am
or will be.
I get lost in the details
seperating you from me.
Unable to keep track of my own cells
as they change.
My god, this life is so strange.
#poetry #poem #whereiendandyoubegin
#parenthood #photography #family #hands
January 14, 2025 at 5:10 PM
It's easy to forget
The person I was
or am
or will be.
I get lost in the details
seperating you from me.
Unable to keep track of my own cells
as they change.
My god, this life is so strange.
#poetry #poem #whereiendandyoubegin
#parenthood #photography #family #hands
The person I was
or am
or will be.
I get lost in the details
seperating you from me.
Unable to keep track of my own cells
as they change.
My god, this life is so strange.
#poetry #poem #whereiendandyoubegin
#parenthood #photography #family #hands