Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 3:15am
23rd Nov 2011 3:15am
bid me a few seconds, monsieur or madame
Excuse me for a moment,
let me wallow
in what was out of anyone's control.
Remember when we held each others
hair back in the bathroom
and let the world fall from our eyes,
when we caught stars
on the tips of our tongues in the cold, in the dark,
when things weren't wrong;
because I do.
I remember smiling
and knowing that all that had happened
and that all we didn't want to happen
wasn't important
in our moment of scrawny leaves
falling off your roof.
Ironed sheets and white out
won't fix this one.
let me wallow
in what was out of anyone's control.
Remember when we held each others
hair back in the bathroom
and let the world fall from our eyes,
when we caught stars
on the tips of our tongues in the cold, in the dark,
when things weren't wrong;
because I do.
I remember smiling
and knowing that all that had happened
and that all we didn't want to happen
wasn't important
in our moment of scrawny leaves
falling off your roof.
Ironed sheets and white out
won't fix this one.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Nov 2011 1:21am
22nd Nov 2011 1:21am
the american children
2009, Summer
We hit the trailer park across the highway from the food store after we met up at a park behind it. I was thirteen and so were two others. One was fifteen and another sixteen. We always went out of our way on ridiculous journeys for cigarettes or drugs or alcohol. When we had them we always had a place to do them, but we never did. A few of them lived in the trailer park or had a parent or two that lived there. It was a good way to get these things; from their parents. As long as you had money, it didn't matter. Everyone hated us. I did too.
...
We hit the trailer park across the highway from the food store after we met up at a park behind it. I was thirteen and so were two others. One was fifteen and another sixteen. We always went out of our way on ridiculous journeys for cigarettes or drugs or alcohol. When we had them we always had a place to do them, but we never did. A few of them lived in the trailer park or had a parent or two that lived there. It was a good way to get these things; from their parents. As long as you had money, it didn't matter. Everyone hated us. I did too.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 1:01am
17th Nov 2011 1:01am
Singularity
A bird shuffled awkwardly in front
of a little girl and her father
as he parked their car in the lot-
"There's a bird,"
she said with a low voice.
"Yeah, it's ugly."
Frowning, she looked at him.
He was frowning too.
"No, it's not. It's pretty."
"A lot of things are."
She peered over the windshield-
"It's gone,"
she said quieter than before.
"Get used to it."
of a little girl and her father
as he parked their car in the lot-
"There's a bird,"
she said with a low voice.
"Yeah, it's ugly."
Frowning, she looked at him.
He was frowning too.
"No, it's not. It's pretty."
"A lot of things are."
She peered over the windshield-
"It's gone,"
she said quieter than before.
"Get used to it."
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 00:28am
17th Nov 2011 00:28am
too many heartbroken ghosts ii
she had a face painted like canvas
built on wooden stilts
that you
had to stand
on your tippy toes
to understand.
her young heart
can still be found on a black smudged
child's face
because mamma's mascara
wasn't waterproof.
built on wooden stilts
that you
had to stand
on your tippy toes
to understand.
her young heart
can still be found on a black smudged
child's face
because mamma's mascara
wasn't waterproof.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2011 00:30am
15th Nov 2011 00:30am
soggy days
The sky
was prettier than it ought to be
on the night when you said
no more.
My closed eyes
felt the same
as when I had lain my head on your chest
and strained to hear what I wanted.
I was never one to dance in the rain
but sometimes
it feels
right.
was prettier than it ought to be
on the night when you said
no more.
My closed eyes
felt the same
as when I had lain my head on your chest
and strained to hear what I wanted.
I was never one to dance in the rain
but sometimes
it feels
right.
782 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 00:17am
13th Nov 2011 00:17am
to ashes
On occasion
there is comfort
in watching a bearded old man
be a person
there is comfort
in watching a bearded old man
be a person
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 2:31am
10th Nov 2011 2:31am
too many heartbroken ghosts
this boy, he had held hands
with empty picture frames
using those same fingers
to tear paper
and ripple
the streams of sand
he couldn't swallow down anymore.
if you look
in old abandoned school windows,
sometimes you can see him
drawing static
on the chalkboard.
with empty picture frames
using those same fingers
to tear paper
and ripple
the streams of sand
he couldn't swallow down anymore.
if you look
in old abandoned school windows,
sometimes you can see him
drawing static
on the chalkboard.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 9:40pm
5th Nov 2011 9:40pm
memories from an apartment carpet in a nice neighborhood
it's still a little blurry
probably just the smoke
everyone is smoking
can't tell what anymore
there's a picture on the wall
it's a butterfly
is this what we're supposed to be?
probably just the smoke
everyone is smoking
can't tell what anymore
there's a picture on the wall
it's a butterfly
is this what we're supposed to be?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 11:30pm
3rd Nov 2011 11:30pm
Unimportant things
There's a liquefying feeling of normality
swallowing itself again.
And nothing special pushing itself in between the weaves,
there's another bad song playing on the radio
and a deck missing its queen of hearts
and its ace of spades.
I watched a young girl fall in the grass
and watched her get up.
And a boy will propose to her a decade and a half from now,
and she'll say yes
but he
will never know she fell.
At least they told the new pup
that they weren't going to the park with him
instead of just leaving.
swallowing itself again.
And nothing special pushing itself in between the weaves,
there's another bad song playing on the radio
and a deck missing its queen of hearts
and its ace of spades.
I watched a young girl fall in the grass
and watched her get up.
And a boy will propose to her a decade and a half from now,
and she'll say yes
but he
will never know she fell.
At least they told the new pup
that they weren't going to the park with him
instead of just leaving.
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 1:18am
28th Oct 2011 1:18am
there was a time in the middle of the disarray where I smiled
it was winter
we were outside the building
pretending to dance in pretend snow
under frosting trees
on frozen grass
I still remember the insignificant noises the grass made
under our shoes
and the unanimous squeaking, the easy adrenaline
that made our cheeks red
the habit of staring at his lips ever present
as we made our way across the schoolyard
sometimes I wonder if I can still bury my head in his chest
pretend it was so cold
he needed to wrap his arms around me, he
was always hesitant at that point
knowing someone had...
we were outside the building
pretending to dance in pretend snow
under frosting trees
on frozen grass
I still remember the insignificant noises the grass made
under our shoes
and the unanimous squeaking, the easy adrenaline
that made our cheeks red
the habit of staring at his lips ever present
as we made our way across the schoolyard
sometimes I wonder if I can still bury my head in his chest
pretend it was so cold
he needed to wrap his arms around me, he
was always hesitant at that point
knowing someone had...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 8:22pm
22nd Oct 2011 8:22pm
phony sunlight in the coldness
we used to come here
sit with our legs crossed
talk about how the cobwebs slowly formed above our heads
while we only sat
trying to bundle through fall and winter fogs
with blankets that you had brought
from when you were little
we walked to the corner store earlier
talked to the man behind the counter
while he counted our change
we hid small laughs walking back
trying to smile less than the other
passing back and forth a cigarette
you wrapping your arm around me when the wind blew
still walking the same line
you...
sit with our legs crossed
talk about how the cobwebs slowly formed above our heads
while we only sat
trying to bundle through fall and winter fogs
with blankets that you had brought
from when you were little
we walked to the corner store earlier
talked to the man behind the counter
while he counted our change
we hid small laughs walking back
trying to smile less than the other
passing back and forth a cigarette
you wrapping your arm around me when the wind blew
still walking the same line
you...
763 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 3:13am
22nd Oct 2011 3:13am
Dull Eyes
It isn't very important
the way the tree grows up off the side of the pond-
a man-made one in between the picnic benches
and the railroad tracks,
its roots fighting its way to the surface
of the water.
Of course it's not important
the way the roots dive back into the water,
underneath the ground
that might have once been a subject of life
to only become one
that was forced into purpose.
It isn't very important
the way I sit by myself at a picnic bench
as it gets dark and very cold-
leaves fall with the same...
the way the tree grows up off the side of the pond-
a man-made one in between the picnic benches
and the railroad tracks,
its roots fighting its way to the surface
of the water.
Of course it's not important
the way the roots dive back into the water,
underneath the ground
that might have once been a subject of life
to only become one
that was forced into purpose.
It isn't very important
the way I sit by myself at a picnic bench
as it gets dark and very cold-
leaves fall with the same...
947 reads
4 Comments
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