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cameron-stoker
cameron-stoker
American
They say not to hold on to what is now gone But it still upsets my gut
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Past
Little b little r little e little a Oh how I wonder if you are well today I think of you almost everday, I wonder if you have found your way, are you doing okay? Once a fragile, broken girl, I pray you've found peace in this world I hope that work has kept your pockets full, I hope that play has kept you wonderful. I pray that dark rooms shine with your light from within, that God has kept you safe in a world of sin. I remember when we were stupid and small, and I haven't forgot you in any way at all. I pray the boys all treat you right, and that you have sweet dreams at night.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
little b
Looking for a group of friends Driven by art and music trends Sweep me off my feet this week I've lost interest in food and drink
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
God Help the Boy
Looking inside all of you Life is not as bad as I made it out to be Reading your work gives me hope
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Reading Yours
King of the house hosts a royal crowd, a ring surrounds his post, all loyal to the crown bounds a herd of proud mammals from all around the world. Chameleons in the jungle locked changing colors hide As the lions on the rubbled rocks hanging out and sigh A passing fly mumbles talk both meat & leaf eaters sufferin this life Feeling the struggle at the top parrot says free your mind with words it's worth it share life with those at rock bottom and those in cloud nine. As chirps of birds protesting the parrots' wise lines A chameleon disappointed us all wasting all our time Heard from the rest of the herd he tried to join us then sighed, That white water rapids entered the river to the red sea after one year of rivers clean. Whenever we leave and life ends: We never forget family and friends.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
Animal King(dumb)
Growing older found my reasons Flowing bolder lines this season Snowing colder outside freezin Slow time stuck writing lines a satellite with no reception lost in outer space. Odd square boxed in a blank existence the problem is scattered makes no sense stuck typing rhymes from this melted head. Molten lead my bones ache gravity is crushing me I'm floored to the carpet can't get on my feet to stand up and go to sleep in heaps of moon dust broken lungs no oxygen smoking guns spoke enough now I'm done.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
Negative z3r0 Degrees
I don't need to sleep when all I do is tweak I don't need to eat but living on the streets This is the tale of a group of dope fiends Slip on a sale fail to bring back the green Tip over the scale ain't enough for the team Speed pace pale face hear a woman scream Paranoid when we get back cause the go was a weak sack and all the dough didn't make it back to the hands of the man who has our back Imperial seriously no cereal in the mornin Im feral furiously killa serial and storming Boss man with the master plan worries Bout empty hands and pockets he hurries Streets ain't a joke think old bloke out in the cold with nothing warm to hold and mold growing in his arm slowing down Stop Read between the lines there is hope for these guys quit the dope for now or die don't give up always try even when we cry We have shared our lives and to our surprise we can't keep this up forever We have dropped the guise and haven't lied we stay meek humble and kind Live on the edge wedge a knife in our back I sign a pledge I never ****** your wife but you just couldn't believe that Friends to brothers to sharing mothers All a ruse so you could bring down another man who had shared only truth with you Three remain in a hotel left broke & tame We see you man a local soaked in shame Each of us know the deceit in your words Knew the greed make you flee like birds
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Imperical Inn
I was tossed into a dryer, set to tumble dry; Then caught in a tornado, on an earth rotating a vertical axis, on a world flying circles round the sun.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
This Weakend
My grandfather is the reason for my interest in guitar. I once strummed the strings of one of his many collector acoustics and electrics, even a dobro, and loved every moment. Grandpa Al taught me the G chord, and from then on I was hooked. He signed me up for classes with a bluegrass instructor in my early teens, and I went to a few sessions, but I had rock n roll at heart.    I stole my grandfather’s 12-string acoustic guitar in my mid-teens, on a journey to Seattle to be rebellious and to get drunk freely and spare for change on the side of the road. It was a big mistake. I broke several strings of the guitar on the hitchhiking part of the expedition. In a small suburb just outside of Seattle, a man walked up to me, and asked me if I could play. I tried my best with what I had, and he took me into the guitar shop across the street to spend fifty dollars on refurbishing my grandfather’s guitar.    I played the guitar on the streets of Seattle for drug and alcohol money. I was offered a record deal with some people I met on the street and I was too ****** up to play. They passed me up. I slept near the harbor one night, and made a terrible mistake. I smashed the guitar and left it on the top of a trash can downtown the following morning. That day, I hitched back to Olympia.    When I got back to my home town, I snuck over to my grandmother’s house and crept into the guest room door in the courtyard. I had been gone for just short of a week. She heard me come in and came knocking on the door angrily, which I had locked. She became afraid and called the cops. Knowing this, I tried to jet out of there and ran into a nearby police vehicle that immediately pulled me over, arrested and booked me. I got out several days later, and never told my grandparents the truth about what happened to the guitar. They asked several times.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Grandpa Al's Guitar
My grandfather is the reason for my interest in guitar. I once strummed the strings of one of his many collector acoustics and electrics, even a dobro, and loved every moment. Grandpa Al taught me the G chord, and from then on I was hooked. He signed me up for classes with a bluegrass instructor in my early teens, and I went to a few sessions, but I had rock n roll at heart.    I stole my grandfather’s 12-string acoustic guitar in my mid-teens, on a journey to Seattle to be rebellious and to get drunk freely and spare for change on the side of the road. It was a big mistake. I broke several strings of the guitar on the hitchhiking part of the expedition. In a small suburb just outside of Seattle, a man walked up to me, and asked me if I could play. I tried my best with what I had, and he took me into the guitar shop across the street to spend fifty dollars on refurbishing my grandfather’s guitar.    I played the guitar on the streets of Seattle for drug and alcohol money. I was offered a record deal with some people I met on the street and I was too ****** up to play. They passed me up. I slept near the harbor one night, and made a terrible mistake. I smashed the guitar and left it on the top of a trash can downtown the following morning. That day, I hitched back to Olympia.    When I got back to my home town, I snuck over to my grandmother’s house and crept into the guest room door in the courtyard. I had been gone for just short of a week. She heard me come in and came knocking on the door angrily, which I had locked. She became afraid and called the cops. Knowing this, I tried to jet out of there and ran into a nearby police vehicle that immediately pulled me over, arrested and booked me. I got out several days later, and never told my grandparents the truth about what happened to the guitar. They asked several times.
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A is for all that I want to do with you E is for everything that you mean to me I is for all the times I tried my best O is for my bank roll been put to the test U is for the reason I keep on doing this
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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