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)
Kicking through a door
You are breathing slow as the night hides the damage of the damned. I slit the throat of a lion and awakened the den. I will not stop. No I am past that. A wolf who once was only a runt as lost his way in the violence of evil men. The flames of my fire will guide you home I promise. This display of loyalty is soaked in blood and hate. A series of lessons that caused me to build a forge. In this I found the war king begging for mercy as the birth of a god crawled in my veins. I no longer watch the moon. I stare into hell and claim its soul. I pray you never remember my bones breaking them. Ripping them apart like a grenade. The shrapnel painted the walls. Just take my hand and leave this vile void behind.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
funeral rune
The water whispers of tragedy and the flames dance like madness. I can feel you here with me. A part of me wants you to know this violent sadness I endure. It is not your burden to know and the weight feels heavier than I could have ever imagined. I will take the lashings with honor. I will live like a tribute for you. The air holds frigid regrets that must be devoured in the forge. Slowly but surely I will conquer this task. I hear the crows and ravens gathering as if the funeral must be celebrated. Wild cackling can be heard all the way up into the mountains. Some sense of grace is felt in your release. I pray you fly with faith and never forget us. For, I will never forget your light and the story of our journey together.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
10 14 2019
A boy born within the concrete walls of a society bound to death. I remember the crimson moon as it stalked me through what sometimes felt like ages. One thing I have known for sure for far too long is we are alone here. Inside our heads silence is a demon that can terrorize you. However you can find the soul of self and become enlightened by it. You can become one with it and all the beauty of the universe will flow through you.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
A truth beyond this realm
I feel my pulse quicken. Here we go again and I must watch the chaos unfold within me. I sit with a calmness demanded by choice. I allow my mind to stare into the thoughts manifesting. the what if dissolves as the distinct choice to remain screams. My blood boils in response of fear and its gripping destruction. I am not like you for you're not like me. However, can you accept our energies intertwine.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
Do not fret
Tell me how far you're willing to go. Can you bleed without fearing death. Even when your eyes go blurry and the sounds betray you. Can you fade into the void and force your way back? We are limitless through our choices. I trace the shape of the light one last time. it will be awhile before I can return. The power I hold is reckless in its need for destruction. How does one destroy through creation? I will show you. I will rearrange galaxies for you.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
Manifest
I am not alone in this room. The silence is clear and precise with its power. I inhale deeply. A picture of you crosses my mind. I try to stop myself from having those bleeding eyes. The chaos is real in this skull. The turbulence speaks about the ancients and their war to maintain the energy. I feel the fire spreading through my body now. Another version of self awakens again.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
Genesis
I stare into the void a little longer than usual this frigid morning trying to comprehend the balance of as above so below. I rise higher and higher each time only to come crashing back down more violent than the time before. I feel every bruise intimately, I recognize every scar's tribulation, and I witness the bones aching beneath the moon. It all has something to do with learning lessons and growing older. Resisting the urge to crawl into the tomb to avoid the uncomfortable. That necessary requirement to grow.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets
A red triangle (fire)
You will see me. I take cover as the ancient trees splinter all around me. Like the sky is tearing open above and the ground is splitting apart below. Glass explodes like shrapnel with blood on its hands. I seek that which you can not give me. I must acquire it. I will. You will see me.
By Samuel Bitner3 years ago in Poets