The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • losses change the play book

    It was not just the betrayal. It was the audacity, the way someone who laughed with you, prayed with you, and knew your vulnerabilities still chose to hurt you as if you were disposable, or a project ; one of many rather than singularly valuableThat is what unsettles you. You begin replaying conversations, revisiting moments,… Read more

  • garage of dreams and love

    In the garage of dreams, where time stands still-the engines hum and time with Daddy a forgotten lullaby each one a whisper from the past, metal and chrome, a chorus of nostalgia.   1974 Nova, 305 a canvas of gold and chrome, a promise of open roads, the sun glinting off its hood, memories of… Read more

  • stage the urn

    The clock ticks,,each second a reminderof the charade,the performance that has grown too heavy,too worn Outside, the world around acts happy and joyful with family and home, while I stand numbed by the absurdityof my own existence,my polished and painted on grin cracking,revealing shadows beneath, as ,an urgent whisper: says “Stop,just stop.” It’s time to… Read more

  • Tired 7 6 5 4

    Life drags my body moves because it knows nothing else to do, yet breathing hurts like a fracture that never mends.The nights stretch, each one longer, the stars nothing but cold eyes watching What was once warmth is only dust now, slipping through my fingers as the mirror does not lie, a hollow face, pale… Read more

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep within my emotions I reach for the remote yet the TV screen feels like a cruel joke, laughter without warmth,voices from other lives, all pretend I try to hold on,but the walls… Read more

  • Happy Valentines day 2026

    Year number 11 is here as I cradle a card,the embossed letters,faded, empty frames without your faces,smiling ghosts,haunting my thoughts Tied by barbed wire to a post, a single rose wilts, it’s secrets and memories I’ll never  share, for people now are too dense to truly grasp love and joy Today in my heart beneath… Read more