Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
incurable
if a simple text can make
my hands shake
like waves move when tectonic plates
how ever would my lips not tremble
my hands shake
like waves move when tectonic plates
how ever would my lips not tremble
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the peonies
three weeks later all my sheets
were crumpled on the floor
and the sunshine broke the room into pieces
and the curtains moved
like you did when you slept
i wish you could feel
how hot my cheeks got at night
i think they are like the peonies
by the front steps
i think you left because i made you feel
alone
you understood
that i could not love you
i am staring across the room
and the sunshine cracks my face where the pink
is slowly leaving
and there is salt where your hands used to rest
and as...
were crumpled on the floor
and the sunshine broke the room into pieces
and the curtains moved
like you did when you slept
i wish you could feel
how hot my cheeks got at night
i think they are like the peonies
by the front steps
i think you left because i made you feel
alone
you understood
that i could not love you
i am staring across the room
and the sunshine cracks my face where the pink
is slowly leaving
and there is salt where your hands used to rest
and as...
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a month ago i would have said "okay"
i've started placing flowers
around the headstones in my head
and if two years from now
you want to be friends again
i won't let you in
i won't let you in
around the headstones in my head
and if two years from now
you want to be friends again
i won't let you in
i won't let you in
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unsent
by the 6th shot i will probably forgive you
but in the morning i'll cry because you are not here
but in the morning i'll cry because you are not here
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i made you promise too many times
the light on the ceiling is yellow
and if i have found answers, they have
come to me in the form of a drunken angel--
the question is again
will the drink make me somber
or help me forget
i wonder if we are playing the same game
or if you have already forgotten me
i told you it would hurt but not break me
if my heart were not already broken
it would be true
i promise
and if i have found answers, they have
come to me in the form of a drunken angel--
the question is again
will the drink make me somber
or help me forget
i wonder if we are playing the same game
or if you have already forgotten me
i told you it would hurt but not break me
if my heart were not already broken
it would be true
i promise
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dear,
you became the wallpaper in every room i walk into
like the dust under your creaky bed wasn't enough to smother me
i feel heavy
you're the reason i drive around for hours after midnight
stare at lights that don't mean anything
stare at trees
at gravel at concrete
i still see your eyes in high-beams
i don't want a filter
someone to fill holes in my heart
i wish you didn't hate me
that i didn't miss him
that every creature i knew was broken and that i
turned into this cradled arm
meant for damaged wings
...
like the dust under your creaky bed wasn't enough to smother me
i feel heavy
you're the reason i drive around for hours after midnight
stare at lights that don't mean anything
stare at trees
at gravel at concrete
i still see your eyes in high-beams
i don't want a filter
someone to fill holes in my heart
i wish you didn't hate me
that i didn't miss him
that every creature i knew was broken and that i
turned into this cradled arm
meant for damaged wings
...
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the ocean and the sand
he is
and i am
and i don't quite know if
he'll come crashing back
but i hope he does
i hope he
swallows
me
and i am
and i don't quite know if
he'll come crashing back
but i hope he does
i hope he
swallows
me
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snowday
i wanted to cry
i bit my lip and drove
every five minutes i'd stare down the gas gauge
could hear a ticking like
i'd been resting my head on a clock
i watched it drop
every five minutes
every five minutes
every five minutes
every five minutes
i bit my lip and drove
cracked the window
lit one
swerved
smoked some
had to embrace the cold
white knuckles bleeding finger bitten toes
if you've been bitten slowly you know
that it's only so tantalizing before it's painful
and i embraced...
i bit my lip and drove
every five minutes i'd stare down the gas gauge
could hear a ticking like
i'd been resting my head on a clock
i watched it drop
every five minutes
every five minutes
every five minutes
every five minutes
i bit my lip and drove
cracked the window
lit one
swerved
smoked some
had to embrace the cold
white knuckles bleeding finger bitten toes
if you've been bitten slowly you know
that it's only so tantalizing before it's painful
and i embraced...
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no good
they all say your name in a comforting way
like reminding me that all the softness that surrounded your skin
dulled the edge when it rang through my head
like reminding me that all the softness that surrounded your skin
dulled the edge when it rang through my head
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woe
my problem is that
i go to bed
dreaming
and i
forget them
while i sleep
i go to bed
dreaming
and i
forget them
while i sleep
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reason 1, 2 and 3 why i hate getting up in the mornings
it takes one knock to the noggin to remember that
time
a memory that leaves the taste of iron in my mouth
i wish you weren't so
perfect
i wish you didn't have the answer to everything
any pathetic reason
every little slip of the tongue is just another
undermining
and i'm always the guilty one in the end
i'm always the guilty one
time
a memory that leaves the taste of iron in my mouth
i wish you weren't so
perfect
i wish you didn't have the answer to everything
any pathetic reason
every little slip of the tongue is just another
undermining
and i'm always the guilty one in the end
i'm always the guilty one
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i mostly think about killing myself and sex
two minutes pass
still half a cigarette to go
before i decide for another
or the red wine
staring at me from across
the ashtray
it has been sitting
in the cold
it looks like blood
next to the snow
i drew a hole in the wall
put the tin can through it
the string
the rusty nail
and screamed into the end
with tears running down my face
why the only one
who will leave me stranded
is the only one who can hear me
on the other end
fuck knows
fuck
pick up
...
still half a cigarette to go
before i decide for another
or the red wine
staring at me from across
the ashtray
it has been sitting
in the cold
it looks like blood
next to the snow
i drew a hole in the wall
put the tin can through it
the string
the rusty nail
and screamed into the end
with tears running down my face
why the only one
who will leave me stranded
is the only one who can hear me
on the other end
fuck knows
fuck
pick up
...
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