Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2016 4:44am
1st Oct 2016 4:44am
unwritten
the words don't come like they used to
I am at the writing desk again---
brimming with stories, but mostly filled
with useless anger
I think it's because I've become so detached
that I can't romanticize
the critical interactions that
happen anymore---
I analyze them differently
not like I used to
the poetry has turned into prose, and
it's not even good
I am at the writing desk again---
brimming with stories, but mostly filled
with useless anger
I think it's because I've become so detached
that I can't romanticize
the critical interactions that
happen anymore---
I analyze them differently
not like I used to
the poetry has turned into prose, and
it's not even good
997 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2016 5:17am
7th Aug 2016 5:17am
RIP Is This It
As my back broke again and
again in my dreams, as they
floored the gas, trying to get
there, just a little earlier, just
trying to catch a break, right
through me, again and again
in my dreams, I needed you
to hold me, one more time,
maybe, as I am breaking, just
one more time, I needed to
hear you in the background, I
needed you to hold me, one
more time, because they needed
to get there through me, right
through me, I needed you here
again in my dreams, as they
floored the gas, trying to get
there, just a little earlier, just
trying to catch a break, right
through me, again and again
in my dreams, I needed you
to hold me, one more time,
maybe, as I am breaking, just
one more time, I needed to
hear you in the background, I
needed you to hold me, one
more time, because they needed
to get there through me, right
through me, I needed you here
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2016 3:31am
23rd Jul 2016 3:31am
rebound sex
your hand rested on the small of my
back as you told me about silly
things that
happened in California; that could
only happen in California and I
talked about the Midwest; the
Midwest was the only place I have
been--the only place I could ever be
extended:
I sprawled across the couch and your hand
was around my waist and my hands
were wavering--I didn't know what to do with them ...
back as you told me about silly
things that
happened in California; that could
only happen in California and I
talked about the Midwest; the
Midwest was the only place I have
been--the only place I could ever be
extended:
I sprawled across the couch and your hand
was around my waist and my hands
were wavering--I didn't know what to do with them ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 4:59am
17th Jul 2016 4:59am
tentatively
the rain fell so hard it bounced
off the pavement
it was just like my heart beat
sometimes softer
sometimes it would pump so hard that it would
fall
back to the ground
the water splashes at her feet
and she is singing
and
I think she's only out there
to hide
the words are breaking
they are hoarse
and she is kneeling now
looking up
the water fills her
there is this moment where
the sky flashes brilliant
purple
above the treeline...
off the pavement
it was just like my heart beat
sometimes softer
sometimes it would pump so hard that it would
fall
back to the ground
the water splashes at her feet
and she is singing
and
I think she's only out there
to hide
the words are breaking
they are hoarse
and she is kneeling now
looking up
the water fills her
there is this moment where
the sky flashes brilliant
purple
above the treeline...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 4:39am
9th Jul 2016 4:39am
tribute to easy endings
it was the sad movie with the two minute
reel of scenes where i'm smiling
before the storm
rolls in and the upbeat acoustic play over
cuts to silence
reel of scenes where i'm smiling
before the storm
rolls in and the upbeat acoustic play over
cuts to silence
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2016 7:58am
17th May 2016 7:58am
until now
got clammy hands in the elevator, we're here
we've waited eight hours to get here and i
can't look you in the eyes can't even
look above our kneecaps this
elevator is so small
i am so tired
eight hours later and we're on my deck
smoking
quickly jumping over the past
"I figured you..."
"We both had shit going on, just didn't work out..."
afterwords we're lying in bed and the curtains are hinting
that life is resuming outside that
the night is over
that
you had to go
and so you did
six...
we've waited eight hours to get here and i
can't look you in the eyes can't even
look above our kneecaps this
elevator is so small
i am so tired
eight hours later and we're on my deck
smoking
quickly jumping over the past
"I figured you..."
"We both had shit going on, just didn't work out..."
afterwords we're lying in bed and the curtains are hinting
that life is resuming outside that
the night is over
that
you had to go
and so you did
six...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2015 6:20am
4th Dec 2015 6:20am
control
you don't know where the holes came from
the plaster is cracking across the walls
they are like the stale chips you
tried to eat
again
and forgot to throw away again
you left the cupboard doors open
again
you
found a shirt neatly folded on top of
a pile of dirty clothes again
but forget to put it away
and are still unsure
why this happens
it reminds you of when you could
rely on yourself and reminds you
of how easy that is to
take from
someone
again
what an odd thing
to...
the plaster is cracking across the walls
they are like the stale chips you
tried to eat
again
and forgot to throw away again
you left the cupboard doors open
again
you
found a shirt neatly folded on top of
a pile of dirty clothes again
but forget to put it away
and are still unsure
why this happens
it reminds you of when you could
rely on yourself and reminds you
of how easy that is to
take from
someone
again
what an odd thing
to...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2015 9:15am
12th Oct 2015 9:15am
untitled
how do... i explain? i called her three hours after i was
supposed to call
her.
she missed the call but i
well... i was
laying on the carpet in the living room. staring at the ceiling...
again
but
so a few weeks ago i was feeling lonely, really lonely.
not the lonely i feel right now but... i was
touching myself.
it was good. it was fine. fine. good. good.goooood.
then i turn on a video. sometimes
i like the boost
but
it was homemade... and the couple
they
were so........................... in love. i...
supposed to call
her.
she missed the call but i
well... i was
laying on the carpet in the living room. staring at the ceiling...
again
but
so a few weeks ago i was feeling lonely, really lonely.
not the lonely i feel right now but... i was
touching myself.
it was good. it was fine. fine. good. good.goooood.
then i turn on a video. sometimes
i like the boost
but
it was homemade... and the couple
they
were so........................... in love. i...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2015 7:40pm
16th Sep 2015 7:40pm
I live by myself now
I woke up at 7:30, then again at 11:00
Drank coffee, ate breakfast
just a bowl of rice
Went onto the balcony
lit up under the sun
It rained at 4 am and i'd have never known
if I hadn't seen it
Finished smoking
tied my hair up
flushed my breakfast down the bowl
It never used to be like this
Drank coffee, ate breakfast
just a bowl of rice
Went onto the balcony
lit up under the sun
It rained at 4 am and i'd have never known
if I hadn't seen it
Finished smoking
tied my hair up
flushed my breakfast down the bowl
It never used to be like this
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 3:43am
26th Jun 2015 3:43am
trying for you
every morning the blinds
move ever so slightly
so when dawn breaks the morning sky
your eyelids are the first to know
every afternoon the summer heat is absorbed into the carpet
so when you set foot into the living room
it rises like mist
and breaks your skin
and every night the silence becomes more deafening
so when you try to remember why you're here
you are not sure if it's worth
being grateful for
move ever so slightly
so when dawn breaks the morning sky
your eyelids are the first to know
every afternoon the summer heat is absorbed into the carpet
so when you set foot into the living room
it rises like mist
and breaks your skin
and every night the silence becomes more deafening
so when you try to remember why you're here
you are not sure if it's worth
being grateful for
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2015 9:29am
18th Jun 2015 9:29am
2H
the lead is slowly spreading across the canvas
yet the paint had not yet
reached my finger tips
the last round had been on me
for six years now, and i am waiting for
an answer
something that is not happiness
at the cost
of only half a painting
yet the paint had not yet
reached my finger tips
the last round had been on me
for six years now, and i am waiting for
an answer
something that is not happiness
at the cost
of only half a painting
731 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 7:19am
8th Jun 2015 7:19am
i wish your hands are burning
because i have seen your eyes in the morning
now you won't look at me
and if i can still feel you
you should have to feel me too
now you won't look at me
and if i can still feel you
you should have to feel me too
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