Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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Trying to make human art the best I can, never Ai!

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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Somebody to sleep with
Anyone else just want some- Body in the sheets? I don’t mean somebody to sleep with I mean somebody to sleep With You could both be
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Unremarkable Me. Runner-Up in Maps of the Self Challenge.
Welcome, I guess. Since you’re here I’d better give you the grand tour…. Sorry in advance. This is my writing desk. My core.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Humans
signs of an Artist
Sweet little sculptures Gold leaves dance through a sunbeam The thumbprints of God! *** *** Author's note: These days I'm agnostic... That said, there are times when I lean close to a sense of belief... When I see beauty in the natural world and it makes my breath catch for a second-- often times, the beauty can be quite small, to the point where it runs the danger of feeling mundane.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Unkind views
O cruel amber leaves, Fall away now! Or with whom Shall I share this view?
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
A boat for ants
Crisp leaf floats down stream Is this a boat for ants, or For my weary soul?
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
The Psychic
Big, juicy burger The psychic bites in... and tastes... Ground up hopes and dreams *** This is the haiku adaptation of a two sentence horror story I wrote a while back.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
The day I ignored the urging of my soul
I broke my own heart, I broke my own laws Now I fixate on the one mistake I can never unmake: When I passed you up, my life came to a pause
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Hope and fear
Don’t ask me why the stars shine high above And don’t ask me why little kittens purr Don’t ask me why there’s such a thing as love
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Buried
Dirt on a pine box Darkness. Fingernails splintered. Screams are buried deep *** Author’s note couldn’t find an unsplash image I liked for this one, and definitely didn’t want to use an AI image….
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Our species
We’ve spent our oak leaves Lives thin and dry as paper Away we’ll flutter
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Beware . Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge.
Some of them Will come to your door Seeking to serve Their souls lean towards this one goal If they see you in need, they will offer you gifts
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
Songs for the Modern Retail Laborer
First off, fuck the profit motive and all for-profit corporations. I'm sitting in a starbucks right now, a place I hate to be-- a place I even hate to see. But I sucked it up and came in here anyway for a hot tea or whatever.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Beat