Day: May 15, 2026

  • Borrowed Stars By Sam Tumblin

    Borrowed Stars By Sam Tumblin

    “While others follow borrowed stars, live the dream written for your own soul.”

  • Beginning End By Sam Tumblin

    Beginning End By Sam Tumblin

    Beginning End

    By Sam Tumblin

    The hourglass cracked without a sound
    Silver sands fell upside down
    Seasons gathered in my hands
    Then vanished like forgotten lands

    A blackened rose climbed through stone
    Blooming where the light had flown
    Its petals spoke in silent tongues
    Of broken clocks and hollow lungs

    The ocean drank the dying sun
    As if the day had come undone
    Waves carried fragments of my name
    Back to a shore that never changed

    Above the trees, the ravens spun
    Circles around a frozen one
    A figure draped in tattered white
    Holding embers against the night

    I followed stairways made of smoke
    Each step another promise broke
    Doors appeared then turned to ash
    Like memories that fade too fast

    Yet in the ruins ivy grew
    Through shattered glass and splintered truths
    Its roots embraced what time erased
    And carved new shadows into place

    Perhaps the end was never death
    But winter borrowing spring’s last breath
    A serpent shedding ancient skin
    To let another world begin

    And somewhere far beneath the rain
    Beyond the sorrow and the stain
    A lantern flickered faint and dim
    Still burning at the edge within

  • Velvet Funeral By Sam Tumblin

    Velvet Funeral By Sam Tumblin

    Velvet Funeral

    The rain arrived without a sound,
    Like silver needles to the ground.
    Black roses bent beneath the storm,
    As midnight wrapped the earth in mourn.

    I saw your shadow near the gate,
    A memory preserved by fate.
    Your velvet dress, your distant stare,
    Still lingered like forgotten prayer.

    Candles drowned in crimson wax,
    Beside the names carved deep in black.
    Each flame became a dying star
    Burning softly from afar.

    The cemetery breathed with frost,
    Counting every soul it lost.
    While ravens perched on marble stones
    And winter winds sang low alone.

    You spoke my name without a voice,
    As though the dark still gave a choice.
    The wind carried your sorrow near—
    A melody the night could hear.

    Then all at once the heavens cracked,
    The moon behind the clouds pulled back.
    And there beneath the bleeding light,
    You vanished with the endless night.

    But still I walk where shadows bloom,
    Among the ivy and the tombs.
    Hoping one dusk your hand I’ll find
    Still waiting somewhere beyond time.