cammy-jude - Hello Poetry

You were addicted to cigarettes And you talked about how bad it was How addictions were bad for you, But soon, I became addicted to you And you were right, Addictions are bad for you. They just end up hurting you A.K.

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cammy-jude

Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC

amanda-kyara

Cigarettes

You were addicted to cigarettes And you talked about how bad it was How addictions were bad for you, But soon, I became addicted to you And you were right, Addictions are bad for you. They just end up hurting you A.K.

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as I sit here inhaling the eerie smoke, I wonder what is to become of me, I exhale gently, will I ever become what I want to be?

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cammy-jude

Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

feartheunknown

Untitled

as I sit here inhaling the eerie smoke, I wonder what is to become of me, I exhale gently, will I ever become what I want to be?

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I don't remember what the last thing you said to me was. I don't remember what shirt you were wearing. I don't remember if it was one of those days where your eyes looked green or grey. I don't remember if you had gel in your hair that day. I don't remember. But if I knew it was the last time I'd see you, I wouldn't have taken that day for granted.

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cammy-jude

Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC

court

The Last Day..

I don't remember what the last thing you said to me was. I don't remember what shirt you were wearing. I don't remember if it was one of those days where your eyes looked green or grey. I don't remember if you had gel in your hair that day. I don't remember. But if I knew it was the last time I'd see you, I wouldn't have taken that day for granted.

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She puts her forefinger and thumb upon the ring and twists it upon her ring finger . Her eyes are furrowed in sadness as she looks out the kitchen window to the lake below . She barely breathes for the pain rests sullenly upon her ****** bleeding heart . She's had enough and it's time to make a change . Love rolls like thunder when it's concentrated in a golden diamonded ring . She can't take another breath with the hate that fills the air .She can't speak without starting another wildfire serenade . So she sits at the kitchen table twisting around the bounds that say she is supposed to care . She pulls it off maybe to her first nuckle and then pushes it back on . It has become more complicated than it should have ever been . A tear falls upon her hand when she thinks of all the love she shared . Then shudders when all the hate takes it's place and turns love into despair . She takes a deep breath and then slowly pulls off her wedding bands and lays them in the bowl . There is no wind blowing but suddenly she's feeling so cold . She looks down upon the lake and sees the sky's reflection and half heartedly says ,"It's not to late." But she knows inside the flame has died snd it can never be lit again .

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cammy-jude

Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC

South-by-Southwest

The Ring

She puts her forefinger and thumb upon the ring and twists it upon her ring finger . Her eyes are furrowed in sadness as she looks out the kitchen window to the lake below . She barely breathes for the pain rests sullenly upon her ****** bleeding heart . She's had enough and it's time to make a change . Love rolls like thunder when it's concentrated in a golden diamonded ring . She can't take another breath with the hate that fills the air .She can't speak without starting another wildfire serenade . So she sits at the kitchen table twisting around the bounds that say she is supposed to care . She pulls it off maybe to her first nuckle and then pushes it back on . It has become more complicated than it should have ever been . A tear falls upon her hand when she thinks of all the love she shared . Then shudders when all the hate takes it's place and turns love into despair . She takes a deep breath and then slowly pulls off her wedding bands and lays them in the bowl . There is no wind blowing but suddenly she's feeling so cold . She looks down upon the lake and sees the sky's reflection and half heartedly says ,"It's not to late." But she knows inside the flame has died snd it can never be lit again .

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They fall . . . gold , bronze . . . copper . . . and brass Jeweled like glass 'n emerald . . . ambered . . . and rubied The days of my life fall autumned . . . sudden . . . and fast

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cammy-jude

Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Autumned Days of Life

They fall . . . gold , bronze . . . copper . . . and brass Jeweled like glass 'n emerald . . . ambered . . . and rubied The days of my life fall autumned . . . sudden . . . and fast

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The church, the steeple My home, my people How close to sin How far from Him While hypocrites preach I pray the lord, my soul to keep

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC

cammy-jude

Black Sunday

The church, the steeple My home, my people How close to sin How far from Him While hypocrites preach I pray the lord, my soul to keep

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For days I'm forced to travel with a mind full of sorrows to call my own, Through the night I choose to linger with a spirit full of eager and hopefulness to journey home, I'll journey home The danger is in my hands. the danger is at the end of my cigarette. the danger is in my head, the thought am I better off dead For years I've walked in shadows, like a wise man I chose to follow the setting sun through the great unknown I've never been scared of death, but now as it slightly burns and haunts my breath I have a new respect for life and it's endless sorrows Death as my enemy I'll keep close my dear friend Letting go is never easy

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cammy-jude

Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

Im at the end of this cigarette

For days I'm forced to travel with a mind full of sorrows to call my own, Through the night I choose to linger with a spirit full of eager and hopefulness to journey home, I'll journey home The danger is in my hands. the danger is at the end of my cigarette. the danger is in my head, the thought am I better off dead For years I've walked in shadows, like a wise man I chose to follow the setting sun through the great unknown I've never been scared of death, but now as it slightly burns and haunts my breath I have a new respect for life and it's endless sorrows Death as my enemy I'll keep close my dear friend Letting go is never easy

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I want to softly whisper incomplete poems on your collar bones that don't rhyme with anything but your heavy breathing. I want to bury my face in the curves of your neck because you smell like the winter clouds and I've been gazing at the sky since you left.

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cammy-jude

Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC

ohcheesus

i want

I want to softly whisper incomplete poems on your collar bones that don't rhyme with anything but your heavy breathing. I want to bury my face in the curves of your neck because you smell like the winter clouds and I've been gazing at the sky since you left.

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My heart reaches out for a soul so absolutely intelligent that everything they say is interesting and I would never want them to stop. I want us to smile so much even while being apart makes it hard and only the thought alone can provoke. If they stood at eye level, we would be able to hold each other like most people hold one another only in bed; with my hands on his face and his on my waist. We could fit together like we were made that way. and I hope for moments I can share with the flowers, my nostalgia takes me back to my love for gardens.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC

cammy-jude

Botanical dreams

My heart reaches out for a soul so absolutely intelligent that everything they say is interesting and I would never want them to stop. I want us to smile so much even while being apart makes it hard and only the thought alone can provoke. If they stood at eye level, we would be able to hold each other like most people hold one another only in bed; with my hands on his face and his on my waist. We could fit together like we were made that way. and I hope for moments I can share with the flowers, my nostalgia takes me back to my love for gardens.

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I had imagined my existence as still and quiet. As if it were a painting, and all of the damage that was done weren’t aesthetically visible yet. It would all be unspeakable pain and no one would ever consider how it has lasted in me. I am dehumanized and I cannot have integrity or ambition. I can’t succeed in this life. The moments I breathe are filled with chaotic color and light. Space is preoccupied with the sweet brush strokes giving me life.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC

cammy-jude

Life as Art

I had imagined my existence as still and quiet. As if it were a painting, and all of the damage that was done weren’t aesthetically visible yet. It would all be unspeakable pain and no one would ever consider how it has lasted in me. I am dehumanized and I cannot have integrity or ambition. I can’t succeed in this life. The moments I breathe are filled with chaotic color and light. Space is preoccupied with the sweet brush strokes giving me life.

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