By Sammy Ginsberg he calls me thumbelinai find it endearingand like to think that i ama tiny little fairythat brings only happinessi call me Sammyi find it has no meaningbut, i like to think that it has onea sprightly, exciting beingthat brings only happiness.maybe i am just a little bita tiny little fairymaybe i am…

By Sammy Ginsberg i don’t feel so good this weekendso passé and out of newsaround people i don’t knowi have no plans only to makebut what is it that i wantwhat is it that will makeme smile and in the feedwhat is it that i want to be doingwhen i have nothing to do?i feel…

By Sammy Ginsberg Sleep persuade me.I want to take action,to stay up all night and think marvelous thoughts,and dream marvelous plots,to be active and daringand contemplate life.But I know,as soon as the lampshade closes over my eyes,and I am breathing blank pages…One sheep,and I’m gone.

By Sammy Ginsberg I sit on the floor,Cement, my swivel chair,Leaning over my computer,Boogie board, my mahogany desk. I feel classy,As blue and pink light laughs at my faceAnd candlelight twinkles my eyes.I type respectable words on a respectable siteAnd lift my pinky up to reveal the wordsCREATIVE

By Sammy Ginsberg sitting on the bathroom floornot even throwing upjust contemplatingcold tileand memories of taking shitson life, more like it shit all over metook the shit out of meleft me feeling shitless. i’d like to be shoes,that way i’d only have a rubber soul.

By Sammy Ginsberg not enough to invite you.you’re on the outside Sammy.I bet everyone feels like they are on the outsideI bet we’re all on the outside.No.I bet we’re all on the inside, we just don’t know it.I know it.No. No, I don’t.Know why?Because I pick isolation over friendship.I pick silence over chatter.But, every time…

By Sammy Ginsberg TonightI went and laughed. Why is it that words never find themselves on the out track of my mouthWhy is it that I keep hearing Papa Joe say, “Women are either two things, a pain in the ass or boring.”I’m boring.But I don’t want to be a pain in the ass/a bitch.I…

By Sammy Ginsberg They told me to explore deeper emotions,The ones that cut and bleed and ooze,The ones that are alive,That bite at my being,That are my being. They want me to take bigger risks, The ones that make a heart sputter,The ones that are tense,That lick at the cut,And make it bleed more.So I…

By Sammy Ginsberg In my special place,With a little patch of dirt,With a head of weed,And two bushes as eyes.I lit it up with blue and pink lights,And set a candle on the floor,And it is beautiful.Gosh, I wish I wasn’t so egotistical.In every poem, I write from me.But that is because Anyone can write…