Submissions by Kameron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 5:23pm
10th Dec 2012 5:23pm
the worst blush
I found them. I found them in the way the left side
of your lip curled when you were amused, the
subtle touch of a hand too wavered. I found
bloodshot eyes on the right side of your chest
and concrete walls behind each ear:
the same building blocks that made up the torn skin
under each of your finger nails.
I found a golden-brown scar on the back of your neck.
It whispered secrets that you told me
while claiming that they were just painful truths.
You smiled like the universe was happy with you.
Your smile twitched at the seams ...
of your lip curled when you were amused, the
subtle touch of a hand too wavered. I found
bloodshot eyes on the right side of your chest
and concrete walls behind each ear:
the same building blocks that made up the torn skin
under each of your finger nails.
I found a golden-brown scar on the back of your neck.
It whispered secrets that you told me
while claiming that they were just painful truths.
You smiled like the universe was happy with you.
Your smile twitched at the seams ...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 3:52am
26th Nov 2012 3:52am
cookie-cutter living
it took me somewhere
between a few minutes
and a few years
to realize how the world
had made me into someone
who disregards breathing and
disparages love but instead
gave me reason to sanction
tight-knit half-glares at
those counting their ineptitude
towards overlooking
scenery and applaud any excuse
to smirk at myself
holding deadly-cold hands
between a few minutes
and a few years
to realize how the world
had made me into someone
who disregards breathing and
disparages love but instead
gave me reason to sanction
tight-knit half-glares at
those counting their ineptitude
towards overlooking
scenery and applaud any excuse
to smirk at myself
holding deadly-cold hands
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 6:31pm
19th Nov 2012 6:31pm
1 1
(inspired by the fibonocci sequence thread)
the
road
it goes-
stops at the
wrong place and i seem
to have found the right solace in that.
and if only there was luck to have held the death-defying stone
that shattered all cracked windows that creaked just one breath short of death. not here, not yet. not quite right, still.
and as if to lay with minerals on aged pavement with all the
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
the
road
it goes-
stops at the
wrong place and i seem
to have found the right solace in that.
and if only there was luck to have held the death-defying stone
that shattered all cracked windows that creaked just one breath short of death. not here, not yet. not quite right, still.
and as if to lay with minerals on aged pavement with all the
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 4:39am
1st Nov 2012 4:39am
jamais vu
knowing myself
i probably thought it out
too much dissected it with
dumb words
that didn't mean enough
and i thought i
knew you
knew you like the broken outline of my hand
but when i saw you and you
didn't
see me
i knew then that i
didn't know you
not anymore
i probably thought it out
too much dissected it with
dumb words
that didn't mean enough
and i thought i
knew you
knew you like the broken outline of my hand
but when i saw you and you
didn't
see me
i knew then that i
didn't know you
not anymore
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 3:50am
27th Oct 2012 3:50am
11:11 is probably a dud bit of magic so i'll tell you the truth anyway
Every time I see it
I make the same wish;
that I'll be content soon.
it's only been going on for a week or so
but that's how long
I've been this sad.
I was told that Amanda would make wishes
when it turned 11:11.
I didn't know this until after she died.
What I did know
is that she never told anyone
what she wished for
in fear
of it
not coming
true.
I make the same wish;
that I'll be content soon.
it's only been going on for a week or so
but that's how long
I've been this sad.
I was told that Amanda would make wishes
when it turned 11:11.
I didn't know this until after she died.
What I did know
is that she never told anyone
what she wished for
in fear
of it
not coming
true.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 00:57am
22nd Oct 2012 00:57am
if i could sleep forever, the answer is yes
we trailed our fingernails
to the one place we thought
they couldn't find us,
the one that gathers dirt just
under the skin
just small a grain enough
to cause no pain
until there is no pain to feel-
and yes, you were gladly
dirty
and i was gladly sad again
~
i keep reading those things you call
"fascinating"
but they don't strike me
as important, oh
they're too factual
to mean anything
and it's not just the poets
or the
dead-eyed
long-lost
that have the heaviest hearts
...
to the one place we thought
they couldn't find us,
the one that gathers dirt just
under the skin
just small a grain enough
to cause no pain
until there is no pain to feel-
and yes, you were gladly
dirty
and i was gladly sad again
~
i keep reading those things you call
"fascinating"
but they don't strike me
as important, oh
they're too factual
to mean anything
and it's not just the poets
or the
dead-eyed
long-lost
that have the heaviest hearts
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2012 10:46pm
2nd Oct 2012 10:46pm
the only petal
the only time i ever feel okay now
is when the sun goes down
and the dusk sweeps over
and the moon isn't so sad
or invisible
i have never been a morning
person
i have always been
just a little
too sad
the moon and i
seem to find
our contentment
stitched into
each other
somewhere like
somewhere, the most
beautiful thing
is becoming
the most
frail
is when the sun goes down
and the dusk sweeps over
and the moon isn't so sad
or invisible
i have never been a morning
person
i have always been
just a little
too sad
the moon and i
seem to find
our contentment
stitched into
each other
somewhere like
somewhere, the most
beautiful thing
is becoming
the most
frail
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 6:00am
23rd Sep 2012 6:00am
i found a half smoked cigarette
in my bathroom make up drawer
probably wishing it was lit,
wishing
that it had more purpose
than the fool
who put it there.
in my bathroom make up drawer
probably wishing it was lit,
wishing
that it had more purpose
than the fool
who put it there.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 2:43am
10th Sep 2012 2:43am
i will never be an ocean
people, poets, whatever - they turn
themselves into metaphors, they become
landscapes, you know, big, beautiful
things. sometimes, they're only like
this on the inside. sometimes not.
sometimes, they're really nothing at
all.
(if i were anything, i'd be
a pebble ingrained to the
bottom of a shoe with hazy dreams
too big to muster. i'd be
content with that. in a way,
i've made myself content with
that for several years.)
everyone i dare to love has a big,
beautiful ocean raging inside...
themselves into metaphors, they become
landscapes, you know, big, beautiful
things. sometimes, they're only like
this on the inside. sometimes not.
sometimes, they're really nothing at
all.
(if i were anything, i'd be
a pebble ingrained to the
bottom of a shoe with hazy dreams
too big to muster. i'd be
content with that. in a way,
i've made myself content with
that for several years.)
everyone i dare to love has a big,
beautiful ocean raging inside...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 6:07am
4th Sep 2012 6:07am
breathing was never
there have always been a few people
who have been able to
turn my lungs into millions
of tiny iron shards
when they speak
and make the pieces swing
throughout my body
in a pendulum-
like
fashion
with their words
you've always been one of them
breathing was never an option
who have been able to
turn my lungs into millions
of tiny iron shards
when they speak
and make the pieces swing
throughout my body
in a pendulum-
like
fashion
with their words
you've always been one of them
breathing was never an option
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 4:24am
4th Sep 2012 4:24am
welcome, we are the broken heart club band
sometimes i wonder if in their own twisted
way my parents tried to warn me
about people like you. the feeling of undying
love mixed with tainted abandonment,
feelings that break your fingernails on cement;
split your head with a hormonal beat-down.
i've been fighting hurt and denying closure
but now, oh god
dear anyone, i need
to be saved
i need to be reminded
that there are better things than
this
way my parents tried to warn me
about people like you. the feeling of undying
love mixed with tainted abandonment,
feelings that break your fingernails on cement;
split your head with a hormonal beat-down.
i've been fighting hurt and denying closure
but now, oh god
dear anyone, i need
to be saved
i need to be reminded
that there are better things than
this
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 5:28am
31st Aug 2012 5:28am
anatomy of an empty person
the crisping air
has a jaw on the dining table
spoon-feeding it whiskey
from under a flowery tablecloth
(one of death's first robes)
it's been a long night:
a night growing longer
and the rain
rattles the windows
in tune with an
inconsistent ticking
coming from
a bruised
rib cage
there are scratches
blending into the wallpaper
and bone fingers
disappearing
into the trim
you've never pretended to be so afraid
so i tell you to wait...
has a jaw on the dining table
spoon-feeding it whiskey
from under a flowery tablecloth
(one of death's first robes)
it's been a long night:
a night growing longer
and the rain
rattles the windows
in tune with an
inconsistent ticking
coming from
a bruised
rib cage
there are scratches
blending into the wallpaper
and bone fingers
disappearing
into the trim
you've never pretended to be so afraid
so i tell you to wait...
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