Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2022 5:14am
21st May 2022 5:14am
pandemic diary pt 3
(strange to not know what a good thing is anymore
or to not know why everyone else seems like people
even the sad ones
i don't have to think about what makes them human
lost feels like such an underwhelming term
to not know)
i could tell you so many stories
i could start a year ago, or three years ago
but the string of terror that lead up to them
would always be the same
and they would be the same
and the things that came after?
looking back on...
or to not know why everyone else seems like people
even the sad ones
i don't have to think about what makes them human
lost feels like such an underwhelming term
to not know)
i could tell you so many stories
i could start a year ago, or three years ago
but the string of terror that lead up to them
would always be the same
and they would be the same
and the things that came after?
looking back on...
#rejection
#LifeChangingMoment
#frustration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2022 7:27am
13th Apr 2022 7:27am
pandemic diary pt 2
the day george died
i spilled a pot of boiling water down my body
(my dad says it's because I'm not careful)
my neighbor, old and retired
cancelled a gardening date with
her daughter to drive me
to the ER
they wouldn't let her in, they had me stand alone
in line for reception
my hands above my head, covered
in welts and boils
tears streaming down my face, collecting
on the edge of my mask
six feet apart
they locked the hospital down
and later i...
i spilled a pot of boiling water down my body
(my dad says it's because I'm not careful)
my neighbor, old and retired
cancelled a gardening date with
her daughter to drive me
to the ER
they wouldn't let her in, they had me stand alone
in line for reception
my hands above my head, covered
in welts and boils
tears streaming down my face, collecting
on the edge of my mask
six feet apart
they locked the hospital down
and later i...
#regret
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2022 6:24am
13th Apr 2022 6:24am
pandemic diary pt1
funny how the slow ways we choose to kill ourselves change
as we get older
(and all my silly accidents; my burns
and broken bones still seemed to hurt
more anyway)
i couldn't tell you how many things
i'd withdrawal from if i just spent the day
in bed to think about them
when my house caught fire
i fought to survive it
i think a lot about how easy
it would've been
if i was asleep when it happened
all of my fire alarms were dead
as we get older
(and all my silly accidents; my burns
and broken bones still seemed to hurt
more anyway)
i couldn't tell you how many things
i'd withdrawal from if i just spent the day
in bed to think about them
when my house caught fire
i fought to survive it
i think a lot about how easy
it would've been
if i was asleep when it happened
all of my fire alarms were dead
#despair
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2017 3:05am
25th Sep 2017 3:05am
eight trees in the yard to stare at
a boy bled on my bedding
it will stay there for a couple more days
everyone is driving slower than they could
and i am only here because i should be
a man is coughing behind the fence
a man is coughing down the street
and the spiders occupy so much space
they will steal my dreams tonight
i am home now
and it may not mean anything
it will stay there for a couple more days
everyone is driving slower than they could
and i am only here because i should be
a man is coughing behind the fence
a man is coughing down the street
and the spiders occupy so much space
they will steal my dreams tonight
i am home now
and it may not mean anything
1009 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2017 1:00am
22nd Aug 2017 1:00am
probably unskilled
i try to warn people, when i remember
overcoming the fog of the booze that brought us here,
probably
i do not sleep well
it has been twenty one years and it must be a talent, a common talent,
maybe
but i have not learned
to make myself sleep
i drink warm wine and it curdles
in my stomach and i curdle in my bed and i
sink through it
maybe into the apartment below mine
maybe into the dirt, i do not know;
my eyes are closed
i wake and they ask for more time
i empty my pockets
and...
overcoming the fog of the booze that brought us here,
probably
i do not sleep well
it has been twenty one years and it must be a talent, a common talent,
maybe
but i have not learned
to make myself sleep
i drink warm wine and it curdles
in my stomach and i curdle in my bed and i
sink through it
maybe into the apartment below mine
maybe into the dirt, i do not know;
my eyes are closed
i wake and they ask for more time
i empty my pockets
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2017 12:22pm
19th May 2017 12:22pm
hunger
I crawl into bed and try to push your arm back
from where I'd like to lay
but your mostly asleep body curls around me instead and I
turn the tv on because I will stay awake for at least another
hour and I drink the rest of your beer and then you turn
away from me and I arch my back to let your regain
blood in your fingers and you pull it away
but it is mostly like I am letting my stomach reach
for something higher because I do not pray but
maybe like hunger it tells me it needs
more than what I have given it,...
from where I'd like to lay
but your mostly asleep body curls around me instead and I
turn the tv on because I will stay awake for at least another
hour and I drink the rest of your beer and then you turn
away from me and I arch my back to let your regain
blood in your fingers and you pull it away
but it is mostly like I am letting my stomach reach
for something higher because I do not pray but
maybe like hunger it tells me it needs
more than what I have given it,...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2017 6:02am
12th May 2017 6:02am
o day
the moon is not the light
it is just reflecting it
i am not full of life
i am just living it
it is just reflecting it
i am not full of life
i am just living it
868 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 12:49pm
3rd May 2017 12:49pm
she is smiling at me and smoking cigarettes again
there is no blame for letting them crush you
let your wounds stale held together by stone
if you pull the knife out now you will bleed to death
i have picked the flowers for when you are ready
let your wounds stale held together by stone
if you pull the knife out now you will bleed to death
i have picked the flowers for when you are ready
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2017 12:38pm
25th Apr 2017 12:38pm
dealing with bad days
i am still trying to find myself in onion hearts peeling bits of membrane away trying to figure out which pieces are okay to keep but maybe i am just the leaf just the boiled soup base the fertilizer the odor that brings the snot and tears
but it is more like i am swimming in mud with mud inside me
i am trying to open my eyes a little wider because now the sun needs help to make them glimmer it's like they turned gray one day and decided i looked better without my youth
i am waiting for a second wind
or at least something that would allow me to differentiate the clean...
but it is more like i am swimming in mud with mud inside me
i am trying to open my eyes a little wider because now the sun needs help to make them glimmer it's like they turned gray one day and decided i looked better without my youth
i am waiting for a second wind
or at least something that would allow me to differentiate the clean...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2017 12:26pm
15th Apr 2017 12:26pm
crying, while driving home very fast in the rain
i saw spaceships driving home tonight
lit up in the sky--in a place they shouldn't be
the left turn light turned green
and then yellow
so i left them
it was raining tonight
and as the lightning erupted
turning into the veins on your forehead
the sky became my favorite colors
and i waited and i waited
but they came less
the thunder stopped
and it turned quiet
and i knew
i'd never hear you laugh again
lit up in the sky--in a place they shouldn't be
the left turn light turned green
and then yellow
so i left them
it was raining tonight
and as the lightning erupted
turning into the veins on your forehead
the sky became my favorite colors
and i waited and i waited
but they came less
the thunder stopped
and it turned quiet
and i knew
i'd never hear you laugh again
870 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2016 6:44am
30th Dec 2016 6:44am
3am
for the first time in a long time
I am scared of the dark
I am scared of the dark
819 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2016 2:28am
19th Dec 2016 2:28am
restless
drove about a thousand miles last week
ended up in the suburbs of chicago
took the train in
walked around
saw the lights
all set for christmas
took the pink train to elburn back
saw someone who looked just like you
across the car
we made eyes
got off two stops before the last
didn't turn around
couldn't look back
it is negative twenty three degrees outside right now
pining on you being somewhere colder
but the drip on my upper lip
freezes
it's me
never moving on
just getting better at forgetting...
ended up in the suburbs of chicago
took the train in
walked around
saw the lights
all set for christmas
took the pink train to elburn back
saw someone who looked just like you
across the car
we made eyes
got off two stops before the last
didn't turn around
couldn't look back
it is negative twenty three degrees outside right now
pining on you being somewhere colder
but the drip on my upper lip
freezes
it's me
never moving on
just getting better at forgetting...
926 reads
3 Comments
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