Samuel Bitner
Bio
I want to share the energy of my writings. It comes from an infinite place I listen to often.
Stories (44/0)
eleven eleven
I went pretty far into the madness for some time. I think at one point while digging those tunnels in my mind I was sure the walls would collapse upon me and bury me in a grave. I dragged through the mud as sweat, tears, and blood mixed with the dirt. Festering in my wounds and building scars to remind me not to forget the truth. That truth is I am never going back to that time line. I will continue climbing the mountain for war isn't over until it is truly over. Where dust settles and we are left with the price we pay. A toll to the other side of the illusion.
By Samuel Bitner2 years ago in Longevity
Everywhere
I stare into the infinity in your eyes. I see where we became one and I absorb your heart and mind. I bathe in the glow of your warmth and find a sacred place where we flow like water together. No matter the tribulations we will fight our way through. I see visions like nightmares and I no longer allow the fear to hold us back. This is habitual and this is the purpose expanded. In our final breath we will simply ascend together into the vast possibilities of all that is now.
By Samuel Bitner2 years ago in Humans
risk ignored
So here we are. You are me and I am you simply put. Reflections of one another repetitively mirroring each other forevermore. I like the sound of that. Forevermore. I witness the universe within your eyes and feel the stillness of oneness exploding inside of me. I will now walk through the timelines and find the best versions of you and I. Intertwined and held together by an unbreakable gravity. A force only to be known by us.
By Samuel Bitner2 years ago in Humans
False Martyr
Though it was all an illusion you created a space of torment and lies. Undeniable at this point and I watch as you fumble in a panic. You left no choice as you committed the crimes of ultimate sin. Something you always said was punishable by death. Here you are left to your own devices. A shallow grave holds what barely remains. This will be slow and painful for you. Worse than that is the legacy you will leave is mostly damage and hate. You were abandoned for you lack of ability to be anything but a tyrant. A false martyr dressed in unholy malice. You are a carrier of a disease created long ago in the blood line. I was put here to end it. To erase it. I will watch this fire until it is done. Completely dissolved into atoms of ash and relief.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Psyche
Journal 9 1 2021
I exhale completely and hold the lack of air. I let this resonate. The ticking of a clock. The screaming of the lungs. I stare into the portal and reclaim my place. I can not go back. For this I am sorry. I know how awful it is to be devoured by this fucking world. Do not fret. I believe I will return. I pull the pin and toss the grenade upon the ship soaked in kerosene. The fire was something out of hell and raged even after the sun came up. I will not go back.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Humans
The dying prayer
I no longer feel fear. Which induces a feeling like fear. A gun to the skull singing its song of gunpowder. A knife to the throat of ego claiming religion can not save thee. Neon lights flicker amongst peers florescent. Strange energies vibrate like elegies not quite ready to be silenced. Walls quiver as the ground groans of disgust and defeat. The physical realm is yearning for rebirth as it allows for implosion. How can one know god when they look outside of themselves?
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Journal
Sparrow
Look into my eyes and listen to me. Whatever you do don't look back. Do not witness the price of bearing the mark of the protector. Do not forget that the one who forged this being knew faith and purpose. Now run and find your way through the storm. I will hold them back with my life.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Humans
EGO
I have been here for eternity. I watched our obsessions closely and studied them so I could use them against you as they use time against you. I watched you obsess over love, but no one can truly find you in this body. I have watched you obsess over violence as if you could feel anything more than numb. I watched you obsess over trying to drown me and like a fool you only made me stronger. Now youre obsessing over this self proclaimed mission. As if you can dictate your purpose. Nothing you do can stop me. My foot upon your neck for so long how could you sincerely believe you could end me. I have collected demons from the sand. I have infected you with the paranoia that will always hurt those you adore most. Now let us begin.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Journal
You were here once
I followed the wolf into the depths of the forest. We didn't make a sound as we trespassed sacred land. A place unknown by the physical realm. I was no longer sure of what was reality. I didn't care either. I no longer could hear or feel. The visions were clear within. I sat in a space empty of time and I began to unravel the ego and spirit. The fog began to form and close in upon us. That is when I heard you speak. Precision and focus pierced the soul as you spoke to me in vibration and energy. I know we are not alone but you left us here without a word. I felt you reopen the wound. You insisted I pay attention.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter two
The madness was unreal. My head underwater I wasn't even fighting to get back to the surface. I witnessed a star in the eye of infinity. I was consumed by the ultimate power. The demons summoned procured the gates of hell. A symbol of devouring destruction. I was damned. I was forsaken.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter one
I listen to the energy in the water. How it flows freely within this realm and through us all. I feel it everywhere I go. I see the fear within anger. I see the hope inside love. In this I find pieces of me. I find visions within imagination and failure. I feel faith like a promise. It all definite in silence.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Fiction
His name can not be spoken
I left the wreckage behind. It wasn't mine to carry anymore. I was no longer apart of the initiated. I was no longer concerned with the blood oath. It was time for me to rise and create the path to be taken. I no longer followed the lead of men charging off the cliff. I am infatuated with the adversity and the ability to overcome it. I stare into the steam and see my ghosts. The same ones who roar in the flames. The ones who conquer time. I allow them to speak through water.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets