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Football Game
By Sammy Ginsberg As his head was perched on mine,and his ear, a secret away. “I’m only going to let you down”regretfully whispered,only trying to be original,but instead foreshadowing,never would I feel white chalk on my lips.
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Ode to Weird People
By Sammy Ginsberg In the format of Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats When I see you in your bright blue hair doI feel so light like a piece of your hair I want to tell you of glowing mushrooms,And holes that take you to places so fair,So dear, so true that long…
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P
By Sammy Ginsberg feeling like a pancakesquashedman i was mad todayand i kept thinkingafter he saw that pad in my pursehe must have been thinkingthat girl is on her periodbut noi wasn’tnot yet.just angryjust almost thereand the regulator of my words, decided to quitand so a lot of frustration poured outand i was talking loudbut…
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Eli
By Sammy Ginsberg you fucked it, mygod,you fucked it hard,almost passionately like by passively dropping my feelings like felt petals,because that’s all they were to you,you were orgasmically becoming the depressed and cynical,yet HILARIOUS,stand up comedian you’ve always wanted to be. thanks for making me feel like a joke. i would say that, if i…
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Hannah’s Advice
By Sammy Ginsberg ‘And you are going to fall head over heels for some crazy scottish dudeor some british dude,who will love you,and sweep you away on the sheep’she says to meconfidently,looking from the balconyof love. I hope so.
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I will never know you
By Sammy Ginsberg how i wish to hold your handand let you understandevery thought in my mindand to ask everything about you,and to know you and greet you with a kissinstead of a brief hello. ,You make me giddy like the teenage girli am.When I close my eyes I see your smiling face.We can be…
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He Said No
By Sammy Ginsberg For a momentI thought I touchedsomeone kindredwho understood,I thought he would be the one to say yesto sit at cafes withto think about things withto stay up all night writing scripts withto go to small plays with awkward names withto laugh at everything withto write poems about nothing withto share everything withto…
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First kiss
By Sammy Ginsberg “Ive never kissed a person”, I mumbled.”do you want to?”and i did. his lips were soft, cold, surprising.so odd to be on my own,i pulled back.”woah, that was weird”
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First Kiss, First Thoughts
By Sammy Ginsberg Today,for some reason, I was asked”wait, have you had your first kiss yet,”twice. and, that was the day I had my first kiss.18 years 5 months and 13 days,I waited for this moment, only to find outit was just like any other. it was i realized, just a kissa kiss is just…
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Get Better
By Sammy Ginsberg rationalizingthat if he never talked to me againand all he ever did was ask me for my phone numberand say he wanted to get coffeei’d be happy. but secretly, it’s not. i can’t help that i hopethat maybe he’ll understanda spirit like minekindredit can either stay the same or get better.