Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2011 10:02pm
30th Jul 2011 10:02pm
How far is Sympathy from Pity?
Waiting for words to drop
and fly like leaves to me
on the days when the wind revolves around
a few steps forward
from where you stand. I sit, thinking;
to have yourself left behind
for the sake of something like the sky
wishing it was still pink, purple
and orange like it was before
it was blue again. Dreaming of grays filling
the clouds and that somewhat darker
part of yourself
was just another wish
too.
and fly like leaves to me
on the days when the wind revolves around
a few steps forward
from where you stand. I sit, thinking;
to have yourself left behind
for the sake of something like the sky
wishing it was still pink, purple
and orange like it was before
it was blue again. Dreaming of grays filling
the clouds and that somewhat darker
part of yourself
was just another wish
too.
798 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2011 8:35am
30th Jul 2011 8:35am
shapes.
origami folds
building the ceiling
of office cubicles, tiling the sky
as we watch from a bland carpet
with monocle eyes
that see much better than our own.
searching the crevices of spheres
at their sharpest corners
has never been more sincere,
when circling these cylinders
we call fingers.
feeling as though
shapes are in our lives, as we sit
and enjoy squares at the kitchen table
and drink wishful eternity
from our soda cans, letting
the world and it being less
get the best of us.
building the ceiling
of office cubicles, tiling the sky
as we watch from a bland carpet
with monocle eyes
that see much better than our own.
searching the crevices of spheres
at their sharpest corners
has never been more sincere,
when circling these cylinders
we call fingers.
feeling as though
shapes are in our lives, as we sit
and enjoy squares at the kitchen table
and drink wishful eternity
from our soda cans, letting
the world and it being less
get the best of us.
785 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2011 10:45pm
10th Jul 2011 10:45pm
Sore
beneath your feet lays
myself, the rest of the world
somewhere in between.
myself, the rest of the world
somewhere in between.
775 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2011 1:01am
10th May 2011 1:01am
Funerals
it starts with:
it was-
whatever month.
something about the air,
and how it smelled like
whatever plant.
the feeling
in relation
to austere, in a way.
the most common method
to toast
an imperatively sullen day.
it was-
whatever month.
something about the air,
and how it smelled like
whatever plant.
the feeling
in relation
to austere, in a way.
the most common method
to toast
an imperatively sullen day.
846 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2011 9:20pm
8th May 2011 9:20pm
Belong
Your colors elevate vertically,
And fall
Then there is nothing to say
Covered in not just a black sheet
But a black Daisy as well.
One that was never meant to be
Leaves fall from the trees
I wait with the seasons
But a fake flower never dies.
And fall
Then there is nothing to say
Covered in not just a black sheet
But a black Daisy as well.
One that was never meant to be
Leaves fall from the trees
I wait with the seasons
But a fake flower never dies.
978 reads
2 Comments
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