Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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Penetration
There was only one rule: don’t open the door… But some doors will crack open if you’re clumsy enough to bump the latch. …. And they’ll swing wide while you’re fumbling with the lock.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Horror
Fathers of the Nephilim
They didn’t just fall… Our kind were so goddamn fine Lonely angels leapt
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Giants
Goliath is dead But his bones stand on my lawn Proud and in plastic *** *** And cool-ass song by a band I like-- "Home Depot Skeleton" by Fuzzrod!
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Spider rain
Spiderlings in droves They sail low on silver threads Eight legs per rain drop
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Cosmic indifference II
Infinite bright eyes Shining in an endless sky They do not see me *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Cosmic indifference
To the boundless skies, individuality is a gray concept *** *** I hope this works as a standalone. It’s also first in a themed series, if you’re interested in reading the continuity here’s the next one:
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The northern lights
The northern light show Was curtained deep by storm clouds But the gales were fun
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Bat
Sun light fading fast Mosquitos drone in my ears Chow down brother bat!
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn
Leaves dance over head My boredom is shucked away Like crackling corn husks
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Freedom
Yoked to the wrong human, there aren’t any feelings aside from the cramp of a cold gray cage One mad dash for peace and I hear my own pulse again, as a wind sighing through the rushes by the sea
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
O dumpster diving how I love thee!
I have seen a glory of treasures trapped in your rusting heart: clothes, legos, plants, tools, even books! I have felt hot slush and cold grit under my boots when I have climbed to be inside you
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The venomous
Wrinkle your nose against her perfume, cough NOW— before her scent slithers into your lungs! Rub her honey from your eyes or you may not see the drool strings and venom!
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets