Anne Cameron
Writting is my greatest passion.
Writing gives me control of my inner self and shows my darker side, to what not many people know of.
Most may see, but will never understand.
Dark Blessings Anne
I be the shadow on your wall.
Look in to my eyes.
Are you ready to play?
Save your breathe.
Steady...
Open your mind to me.
Allow me in.
Only the strongest will survive me.
I will go beyond the surface of your closed mind.
Digging...
Scratching...
Clawing...
Till you show me the way in.
You scream my name.
They echo within your head.
I play a horrific game,
and it has yet to begin...
Be mine, let me in...
V/03/22/10
Thoughts roll in my head.
Uncontrolled and mixed.
A heavy darkness surrounds me.
Calling out my name
Complete fear, tears are falling.
My eyes are sore and red.
Lost.... Confused.
Feeling dead.
Pulled from all sides.
Broken in the middle.
Why should I be in fear of my own thoughts and feelings.
My point of view is different...
Why must it always be questioned...?
Lost.... and Confused......
Vampiress/05/26/10
Day by day
Night by night
Kiss by kiss
Touch by touch
Step by step
I fall in love
A love so vivid
So unique
So wild,
A passion so deep
A need so necessary
A want so strong
The universe would not handle
I love you today
I’ll love you tomorrow
I’ll love you forever
AC12/14/07
Your voice in the air calls to me...
It is time to sleep.
Rest my weary body.
To calm my soul and spirit.
Arms around you holding you tight.
My head rests upon your chest, listening to your heart beating.
Feeling your body stir.
A smile upon your face.
Your eyes bright, but sleepy.
A kiss upon your lips brings an unexpected glow to us both.
Want and need over takes sleep.
;..; V ;..;
You forget your friends Dream Weaver.
Forget us all and be alone...
We have always been here.
You have never been truely with out us.
Yet you leave us...
Remembering us only when need suits you best.
Your strength and power means nothing when your alone.
Hard core I know...
But Dream Weaver your wanted,
you must know this or feel it?
Remember your friends.
We are only a step away.
V 03/22/10
Evil lurks within…
Something you may never see.
I am the good girl, you remember me!
All smiles and happy…
Kind and gentle…
Always a sweet and loving word…
Giving my all and never asking of much.
What hides beneath the cracks of this gentle face.
Is something most don’t know of.
Fearful…
Frightening…
Unpredictable…
Without care for your pain or your sorrow.
I cover it well!
I protect myself!
I let no one see within.
Why should I?
No one wants to see….
The evil that lurks within!
;..; V ;..; 03/08/10
I try…
I try to react to what is happening.
I try to listen to my beat less heart.
I try to breathe, there is no air to pull from within.
I try to cry, but all that flows is tears of red.
I try to smile; these pointed teeth make me bleed.
I try to think, my mind is mush.
I try to see, there is only darkness and shadows.
I try to feel, there is nothingness
I try to love…
They run… screaming.
;..; V ;..; /03/08/10
He walks with grace, strong and tall.
His face full of anger, hiding his true emotions.
The love he feels has to be hidden, for humans are so misunderstanding.
He marches into the night, leaving the shadows to follow.
Much needs to be changed for him to let go of the past hurt.
To move forward and believe once again in the world around him...
11/16/09/ AC
What drives us?
Our Hearts !
Our Minds !
Our Instincts !
Our Greed !
ac/09/21/08
Cleaning out the old.
Replacing with the new.
Understanding the lost.
Without being forgotten.
Being sensitive to others.
Feeling real without being gone.
Loving with a full heart.
Be real, be honest, be you.
Say all you mean, mean all you say.
Listen to yourself and understand.
03/08/05 {revised} 01/25/10/ AC
The Blood flows freely now upon the land.
Mother earth crys tears of pain and sorrow.
For man treats her so unkind.
Her waters damned.
Her mountains cracked and crumbling.
Her trees chopped and torn from her ground.
Her creatures killed for pleasure.
What is left?
But to kill one another...
The blood flows freely now...
Revised/02/27/10/AC
When you leave...
I miss the smile on your lips everytime we meet.
The glow in your eyes, I never want to stop seeing.
When you leave...
I miss how your hand reaches for mine, everytime.
How your kisses drain every ounce of me, yet gives me everything.
When you leave...
I miss your hugs warm and strong.
How you hold me tight.
When you leave...
I miss your voice whispering in my ears.
I miss how my heart pound when your in the room.
When you leave...
I miss running my fingers threw your hair.
I miss the touch of your skin, such passion, such heat.
When you leave...
You take a part of me with you ...
Everytime you go...
03/02/10/ ac
The day is done.
The words don't come.
Lost in the masses of confusion...
I try to find what I need.
Looking for ideas and finding none.
Magor lose, no where to go.
Walking in circles, trying to find a straight line.
My head it aches, pounding and pounding.
Trading one sorted sanity for another.
Hateing the reality of it all.
Going to bed, sleep on it today.
It will come together later.
When I am rested and calm.
I hope....
AC/02/26/10
Church of InsanityA melody as old as life as dead as time, plays threw these blood staind walls of this old church of insanity.This church still alive with the ones slain watching me.Walking down the ile, making my way to the alter and crouching prayers of self preservation and of strength to think of myself and gaurd only myself...As my desires bigger then my heart I know I am only as big as my heart wills it and only as good as what I see in myself not what others see of me..ac/12/11/97
Last night I had a dream...
You were standing on the shore.
You were holding my hand.
You were holding me so tightly.
Your eyes shining like the stars.
Your heart was beating like a drum.
You were smiling when we kissed.
Last night I had a dream...
We were flying like the birds.
We listened to the crash on the rocks.....
As we made love on the sand...
Last night I had a dream.......
Or was it a dream...?
01/01/08/ac Revised 01/21/10/ac
Scars
After such a long time of being an outcast you seem to ask your self are you truely human?
If so, why do they look at you with such distain?
You question your motives then you realize you really aren't like them.
And realizing that most people are ignorant and hate you for what you have and for what you are.
And all these scars...
All these scars melt away from a face that was stricken so many times by people's hate.
They melt away in your presence.
Melt away for love.
ac03/02/04
I walk down my garden path of darkness, through the stones with names covered with moss and earth.The darkness covers me, protects me, shields me from any; and all human presence.I ponder of the days, weeks and years gone by, and still I try to understand why I still hide in the shadows of this life I call my own.I look up to see stars blinking back at me, like a watcher.I arrive home, my home still after 100 years.I enter through the iron gate just to see the gleaming full moon burst forth from the dark dreary rain clouds.Down stone stairs passed a stone table to the back wall.I wonder as I slide down the cold stone wall and hit the damp stone floor. " What will become of me?"ac/11/14/09
The heroes of the light but neither born in one or the other,but born into a world scarred with a face to bare for eternity...
Bound with a name dipped in the pools of hate but a soul dipped in purity to neither having more of one than the other...
To be able to choose both paths instead of just one.
These laws of which I believe by them being the path of love and hate...
composed with very specific laws unwritten but scetched deep within your head.
My idea of a perfect society is one where it does not fade into either good or evil...
known for not one but many things but known for mostly for its openmindedness and its wisdom.
Beyond simple structure the stones which build them, my society built apon the old rule of an eye for an eye and its fairness of treating others how you wish to be treated...
the knowledge to know no one is born in to power.
But strengthen to the point of that power, no man or woman may hold supreme power over all things nor can one man or woman control another.
All living things die...
a society where the people decide how thier country is controlled not how a select few control it.
I believe that a country should represent the people not a select few that are almost always corrupt to speak for them...
ac/10/24/09
What a mess I have become.
Torn, wet,cold and crippled.
Frozen lips, blue as the sky and as dead as the grave.
Cut and staind with blood I look down to see a reflection of myself through a bloody pool...
I scream out but only the distant abyss of the canyon can hear and reply its echos which send the beasts of the wilderness a stray.
My legs tremble to the powerful might of the shakes from this scared earth, I grab at it but too late to feel it, I slip sending me to the ground laying my hair down to my knees...
I hope that there is always a light in the night but I guess in this nightmare there is only a faceless darkness that always claws at my feet...
I reach out and dig my hand into the earth, running my hand to the nib ripped and bleeding...
I was once thoughs clouds that darken the earth but now thoughs clouds darken me...
I make one more attempt to rise but the ground trembles before me and I start to slip once again..
and grab the edge like a lioness would grab its prey's neck.
It was not enough and my body goes limp and my fingers go numb and they break loose....
At that instance I felt a presence of warmth crash on top of me like a wave of warmth entangled around my wrists, knocking my cold and limp body into the side of the cliff and starts to reel me upwards.....
Feeling the ground beneath my feet, safely bringing me back to where I started once again....
ac/10/24/09
I lay here with pen in hand thinking of many things...
I wonder why the sky is blue.
Why we live by time.
How come we cry when we are sad and when we are happy.
Do you know why we are here?
Why do we grow old?
How come we die and do we have to??
Where does fear come from?
and where does it go when we fall in love?
How come some are born broken and others are not?
Do you know what hate is?
Why do we feel pain?
Do we love for a reason?
What is it all for???
Many thoughts....
are there answers???
ac/05/13/03 revised/02/15/10/ac
