camps - Hello Poetry

i) come up from the comedown even bright lights and neon come to pass and now i'm staring at the same things i always have while recognizing this strange new type of comfort and daydreaming the destinations still unknown for some reason it feels like all that has happened has changed absolutely nothing ii) slice me open and fill me with your touch no point in going back to the way it was just a constant sense of wonder of what it'd be like for you to read the words i write let's reimagine the outside and greet it one day to drown in the falling petals iii) i made this with you in mind so please take it abstraction disguises feelings well but even paintbrushes can't seem to tell the truth all that plus the things you see on screen will just make you sick in the head and worry for nothing iv) now go blossom with what there is inside so anxious for the little things i'd take a lap or two around the sun if it meant being in the same room as you v) the you in you is you there's powers within nostalgia that we should harness to make this a world a gentler place vi) stare into the mirror and at what's left to conquer i'll see you when all this is over

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC

camps

affirmations for a new kind of normal

i) come up from the comedown even bright lights and neon come to pass and now i'm staring at the same things i always have while recognizing this strange new type of comfort and daydreaming the destinations still unknown for some reason it feels like all that has happened has changed absolutely nothing ii) slice me open and fill me with your touch no point in going back to the way it was just a constant sense of wonder of what it'd be like for you to read the words i write let's reimagine the outside and greet it one day to drown in the falling petals iii) i made this with you in mind so please take it abstraction disguises feelings well but even paintbrushes can't seem to tell the truth all that plus the things you see on screen will just make you sick in the head and worry for nothing iv) now go blossom with what there is inside so anxious for the little things i'd take a lap or two around the sun if it meant being in the same room as you v) the you in you is you there's powers within nostalgia that we should harness to make this a world a gentler place vi) stare into the mirror and at what's left to conquer i'll see you when all this is over

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so you’ve found yourself lost again the years are behind you a sense of place or the thrill fifth empire the reach everlasting slowly fading hooray for the glitter and the glamour and what has been carved out of flesh and concrete to stake a claim in name or vision the search for meaning and now you’re caught distraction it’s the rows and rows and rows and rows you stand with pride without belonging or has it always been there waiting go ahead it's your turn

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC

camps

time passes (here we are)

so you’ve found yourself lost again the years are behind you a sense of place or the thrill fifth empire the reach everlasting slowly fading hooray for the glitter and the glamour and what has been carved out of flesh and concrete to stake a claim in name or vision the search for meaning and now you’re caught distraction it’s the rows and rows and rows and rows you stand with pride without belonging or has it always been there waiting go ahead it's your turn

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sword sharp getting stroked like the ego people pleasing has certainly seen better days in other ways pleasantries can be perplexingly particular down by the river the boats hum it's hot today and poor richard has started feeling a little feral ah yes me thinks it's time for jammy jam hell has raised the rates of interest people actually want to go now but the fiddle won't play itself

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC

camps

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sword sharp getting stroked like the ego people pleasing has certainly seen better days in other ways pleasantries can be perplexingly particular down by the river the boats hum it's hot today and poor richard has started feeling a little feral ah yes me thinks it's time for jammy jam hell has raised the rates of interest people actually want to go now but the fiddle won't play itself

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the testimony is in cry out hear hear a shame that the newsstand for a penny a new stand what a nuisance what shall it be atom man hear hear they see you cry mother's tomato soup grows ever cold

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC

camps

untitled

the testimony is in cry out hear hear a shame that the newsstand for a penny a new stand what a nuisance what shall it be atom man hear hear they see you cry mother's tomato soup grows ever cold

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if there ever was one i saw it in the simplicity of it when i went looking for twelve rounds and a kay oh straight lines a bleeding nightmare the witches are after it and all the while we scribble scribble fear not for the dollar it got half baked a half century ago when a half dollar had a half head how's that for the bell the audience goes wild before the shiver silence woah ** ship has sailed i have been leaving a trail of crumbs all of my life

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC

camps

untitled

if there ever was one i saw it in the simplicity of it when i went looking for twelve rounds and a kay oh straight lines a bleeding nightmare the witches are after it and all the while we scribble scribble fear not for the dollar it got half baked a half century ago when a half dollar had a half head how's that for the bell the audience goes wild before the shiver silence woah ** ship has sailed i have been leaving a trail of crumbs all of my life

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who spiked ya all in the name of spite mic check one two one two for the sake of blue literally literary a man of many words he chose to keep his mouth shut

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 12:11 PM UTC

camps

what about the hoopla

who spiked ya all in the name of spite mic check one two one two for the sake of blue literally literary a man of many words he chose to keep his mouth shut

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something akin to virtuous but all too virtual it's the **** pixels boxing in my mind sheriff sir i'm seeing squares and crying out for help

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC

camps

ahhhhhhhh

something akin to virtuous but all too virtual it's the **** pixels boxing in my mind sheriff sir i'm seeing squares and crying out for help

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sunday somewhere a man smiles nobody outpizzas the hut he thinks to himself shards of glass chewing gum bubble vintage sixty three her broken doorbell rings no more sunday somewhere

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Aug 14, 2024

Aug 14, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC

camps

sunday somewhere

sunday somewhere a man smiles nobody outpizzas the hut he thinks to himself shards of glass chewing gum bubble vintage sixty three her broken doorbell rings no more sunday somewhere

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a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind he stands at attention a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face walking around in circles with stick in the ground he's got that look in his eye a mutter a conversation a yell a symphony of sound peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds if only mother knew if only mother knew the sentry stands at attention he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face ah yes the garble

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Aug 14, 2024

Aug 14, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC

camps

the garbage man garbles!

a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind he stands at attention a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face walking around in circles with stick in the ground he's got that look in his eye a mutter a conversation a yell a symphony of sound peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds if only mother knew if only mother knew the sentry stands at attention he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face ah yes the garble

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yo aún no he aprendido a vivir solo por el hecho de que algún día me voy a morir las chispas de un llanto jodiendome a mi mismo por estar en mi jaula de oro mira como brilla y una foto de mi mamá la arena de un ***** puro todavía la siento entre mis dientes vidrios y altura quemando dólares por gusto pensando en un escape no hay escape y los rascacielos que no logran llegar a tocar mi **** ego ni todo lo que alguna vez pudo ser así así sí sí cuida a tu fífí antes de que venga a romperle el cuello por haberme negado de cualquier experiencia buses llenos insurgentes metro línea nuevos ministerios y para mientras pensar en ese acento no era el hecho de comprarte un trago es que en ese momento estaba listo para darte el mundo entero

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Mar 17, 2024

Mar 17, 2024 at 12:22 PM UTC

camps

an unfinished poem written in spanish

yo aún no he aprendido a vivir solo por el hecho de que algún día me voy a morir las chispas de un llanto jodiendome a mi mismo por estar en mi jaula de oro mira como brilla y una foto de mi mamá la arena de un ***** puro todavía la siento entre mis dientes vidrios y altura quemando dólares por gusto pensando en un escape no hay escape y los rascacielos que no logran llegar a tocar mi **** ego ni todo lo que alguna vez pudo ser así así sí sí cuida a tu fífí antes de que venga a romperle el cuello por haberme negado de cualquier experiencia buses llenos insurgentes metro línea nuevos ministerios y para mientras pensar en ese acento no era el hecho de comprarte un trago es que en ese momento estaba listo para darte el mundo entero

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