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Cambrie May 4
Should I grow my hair
Stop biting my nails
Lose a few pounds
Shave everywhere
Have a dainty nose
Clear skin
Lightly shaded eyes
Slimmer thighs

Should I change my speech
Never use profanity
Only speak when spoken to
Talk softly
Laugh lightly
Tone it down
Have a higher voice
Solemnly ever ramble

Must I change my entire self?

Goodness, no.

I know my worth and believe I am stunning in every single way.

Every.
Single.
Way.
Recently learned how to love me and I can only thank myself for that wisdom.
Cambrie May 4
she would be fluid
completely refreshing

she would be resilient
unable to give in

she would be so unique
one of a kind

she would speak so elegantly
gentle whispers fill the air

her word would be knives
yet so sincere

she would hold you close
yet keep you at a distance

all she wants is to love
make every soul feel adored

she would be bold
but slick in her appearance

she is the most controversial opinion
yet the only thing in this life that makes sense

...

If A Poem Could Be A Person
She is divine, He is divine, They are divine. We should love the sweetest most broken poetry all around us.
  Apr 28 Cambrie
N Schulte
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
  Apr 28 Cambrie
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
  Apr 28 Cambrie
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
Cambrie Apr 28
The roughness resonates through my body.
My senses are heightened.
As I move you swiftly,
my imagination sees the hidden messages.
You are my soulmate.

My thoughts get consumed with the different ideas you feed me.
The good,
The bad,
The happy,
The sad,
The romantic.

You can be hard to read.
Your words confusing at times.
I consume your advice.
Try to use it.

I love you.
I caress your pages and hold you tight.
I use you to sleep, to stay awake.
Then I put you back on your shelf.

When I am ready to reread your story,
I will pull you down,
Open you,
And love your story all over again.
I have been writing a lot more lately and this has been my favorite so far. Let me know what you all think. Any and all feedback is welcome :D
  Jul 2019 Cambrie
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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