Silver Girl

Silver Girl. Free Verse Poetry.
Written and performed by Samuel M. Bednarz.

“‘I sometimes feel like I’m being pretentious when I’m doing these. But the feelings are genuine. The words are real and it comes from a place of honesty.” – Samuel M. Bednarz

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Walls

Walls, walls, like standing floors. Like borders of my conscious space, like the edge of where my eyes are allowed to reach. Walls that support the roof to protect me from the rain but equally to keep me from the light of the sun and away from the curious gaze of the stars. … More Walls

The Devious Trash Can.

The trash can knows more about you then any other furniture in your house. There’s a school trash can sitting right there in front of me, red and rectangular about the height of my knee caps or just beneath them with a transparent bag folding much too far over its edge like someone was in a hurry to ready it. I dear not speak ill of this trash can. … More The Devious Trash Can.

Silver Girl

“she leans in towards me and grants me a single kiss before she slowly lays down on my chest like a leaf continuously crossing its own path slowly sailing downwards to the ground on the small breath of air left by the wind jet to be put to rest by the emptiness left at play.” … More Silver Girl

The Selfie is a Lie.

Self-consuming selfie. Yourself and the machine. Hiding in a picture. From the camera gleam. Stitching down the edges. Patching up a dream. Looking at the treading. Tracing every seam. Lies and cover photos. A life to which you stream. But such are only pictures. That lives in a machine. Excerpt from: How to make love(Click to read more like this); by Samuel Mork … More The Selfie is a Lie.