Sam Eliza Green

Joined June 2021

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Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.

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Twenty-seven
Twenty-seven, I have learned ravens are not messengers of misfortune, rather guides between lifetimes, and that eternity is more than everything before and after. It is each moment. It is now.
By Sam Eliza Green7 days ago in Poets
Top Story - November 2023
You, I, and SheTop Story - November 2023
You, I, and she wait in the car for our story to change. It’s rainy, always rain. The chill bites to the bones like
By Sam Eliza Green10 days ago in Poets
Wallflowers
Wallflowers divulge their secrets only when you idle and listen with the diligence of a lighthouse keeper and the patience of a mother
By Sam Eliza Green13 days ago in Poets
Right Twice A Day
Frozen like the earth under thirty-two inches of snowfall and all I have to do is prove I'm alive so someone can find me.
By Sam Eliza Green17 days ago in Poets
Roaches
Roaches are just about the only friends I’ve met on this desolate plain. Most times, I don’t mind their presence. Today, they’re a creeping reminder of the life I want to escape.
By Sam Eliza Green18 days ago in Fiction
Top Story - November 2023
Only Careful DreamsTop Story - November 2023
In the circus of my mind, there is a posted sign with inky, curvy lines: only careful dreams. A stifling reminder I must consider, always.
By Sam Eliza Green20 days ago in Poets
I Hope You Dream
I hope you dream, awake or asleep. Just know that I will listen to these recordings of your heart and soul. I hope, when someone says they don't care about things so inconsequential or scoffs over the silliness of it all, that you remember a silly little thing once saved me.
By Sam Eliza Green27 days ago in Poets
Happiness Can Hurt
What no one told me when I started healing is that happiness can hurt and a bitter heart is terribly familiar.
By Sam Eliza Green28 days ago in Poets
Top Story - November 2023
Mark the CalendarTop Story - November 2023
Mark the calendar because it's been another day, and I think we can make it. * Remind me, even without words,
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a month ago in Poets
Hope Is The Kindled Light
I hope you never lose this light, that if it fades, you will find it again in these pages, however deeply hidden. And if memory does not serve, I hope you discover a new reason within these words to push forward.
By Sam Eliza Green4 months ago in Poets
Fever Dream
Someone took my nose, and I wanted it back, so I built a sailboat * out of comic books that my dad used to read me
By Sam Eliza Green4 months ago in Poets
Top Story - October 2023
Who Decided What Beauty Is?Top Story - October 2023
Who decided what beauty is? In the dictionary, it is called pleasing to the senses, especially sight. To me, it is when a rescued animal
By Sam Eliza Green4 months ago in Poets

Sam Eliza Green

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Twenty-seven

You, I, and SheTop Story - November 2023

Wallflowers

Right Twice A Day

Roaches

Only Careful DreamsTop Story - November 2023

I Hope You Dream

Happiness Can Hurt

Mark the CalendarTop Story - November 2023

Hope Is The Kindled Light

Fever Dream

Who Decided What Beauty Is?Top Story - October 2023

Stories (114/0)