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May 2022 · 634
How Do I Become Pretty
Cambrie May 2022
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.

Recently learned how to love me and I can only thank myself for that wisdom.
May 2022 · 1.6k
Cambrie May 2022
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 2022 · 36
My Peace
Cambrie Apr 2022
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
Mar 2019 · 92
Thank you, Love
Cambrie Mar 2019
I was running
Lost in the dark.

Then it happened
You happened
You opened your arms
And held me
In my darkness.

Soon everything was bright again
Your words
Made my world happy again.

You showed me what it is like to
Feel loved
At home
Without even trying.

I thank my lucky stars for you
I thank my guardian angel, who is normally annoyed with my decisions
I thank you.
I welcome you into my heart,
My life.

You are my one and only
You are the one in my life that I never want to lose
I wrote this a while ago, so it isn't the best, but I liked the message and decided to share.
Jan 2019 · 59
My brown eyed Angel
Cambrie Jan 2019
How did you do it
How did you get me to fall for you
Please don’t take offense
I just have to confess

It doesn’t help that you are handsome
It doesn’t help that you are sweet
How can someone be so flirtatious
And loyal at the same time

I see my forever in your eyes
Whether that is a second
A minute
Or years

You have opened up my heart to a feeling
I didn’t know I was capable of expressing
A feeling that I wasn’t allowing
Myself to feel

I am not sure what this feeling is
All I know is that I don’t want to lose it
I won’t lose it

I refuse to let this go
No matter what we go through
No matter how hard it gets
I will not leave you behind and I hope for the same

I should not hope
Hope hurts us all in the end
Leaving us a pile of mess and heartache

Hope can also be the best thing to ever happen to us
If we hope, then we stay true
And we conquer

I love you my brown eyed Angel
Nov 2018 · 63
Cambrie Nov 2018
Lines drawn
Colors painted
Words printed
Ideas plastered out of thin air

Ideas are created
Ideas are bulletproof
Ideas deserve more appreciation
They deserve more love

They bring color into a word gone monochromatic
They taught us how to believe
They showed us that we can be more than we are
We are who we are meant to be

Thank you ideas
Just a little somethin somethin I came up with. I hope it's not half bad ****
Cambrie Nov 2018
Your sweet, gentle, kind gaze,
Has now turned to a murderous glare.

Your once so loving hands,
Have become my enemy.

Where did I go wrong?
What makes you think you can treat me like the dirt on your shoe?

Your soft, sweet voice,
Now feels like shards of glass hitting my body with no end.

Now that you have had your fun,
Am I still supposed to call you baby?


Hey baby, Did you hurt anyone else today?
Did your fangirls bend to your every wish and command?

Sorry I don’t treat you like all of your royal subjects do.
Sorry if this harsh reality is damaging your ego.

You know what baby?
You should bow down to me.

I am the king here.
Bow down and beg for forgiveness.

I might accept it,
But I probably won’t.

You are a sick excuse of a human being,
I would call you an alien if it wasn’t such a compliment.

Baby, you should see me in a crown,
You would remble and cower at the sight.

So bow down to me,
Because I have the power.
Nov 2018 · 52
My First Love
Cambrie Nov 2018
I loved you
I loved you so much it hurt
Your words had such an impact you made me believe I was perfect.

Your soft touch
The way your hand engulfed mine
The way your hugs made me feel like I was floating.

The problem was your anger
Your short temper
Lack of patience.

The way you would grab my wrists
The glare from your piercing eyes
The words that left bruises on my heart.

I am conflicted
I want to hold you
I want to be by your side.

Even after the way you treated me
I know I’m wrong to feel this way
I know I shouldn’t feel like this.

The thought of you brings me anxiety
Yet seeing you in the hall brings me ease,
Until I remember those broken eyes of yours are my fault.

I can’t feel like this anymore
I’m sure you don’t feel remorse
Why should I feel like this when you are perfectly fine.

I shouldn’t have let you in
I should have kept my walls up
I should have been more protective of my oh so fragile heart.

I suppose the only thing left for me to say
Is how I hope you don’t treat anyone else this way
They might not be as passive.
Nov 2018 · 56
Battle Scars
Cambrie Nov 2018
Battle Scars
Everyone has them
Some people hide them,
Hide behind them,
Or show them to the world.
Some are visible.
Others are not.
They can be on
Some are:
Black, purple, red, green, blue, pink.
Any color of the rainbow.
Some scars are DEEP,
Others shallow.
You must fight.
Show the world that your scars aren’t scary, ugly or worthless.
Show them that you have earned your
Tiger Stripes.
It doesn’t matter what the
Thinks of you.
As long as you love yourself,
Then nothing,
And no one else
Free yourself of these chains before it’s too late,
Because one day,
These scars could get to you.
Your thoughts could become overbearing.
You might feel like giving up.
Always Keep Fighting.
Show your Tiger Stripes.
Nov 2018 · 249
Cambrie Nov 2018
This is about a beanie that is not a beanie
It’s about a blue and black beanie that is not blue and black
This beanie belongs to a handsome Prince
The Prince of beanies  if you will

This particular Prince is perfect yet not perfect at all
He is tall but not as tall as the rest of them
Even though he is not as tall
He is even more handsome
And kind
And gentle

This Prince doesn’t have a name
In fact his name is Prince of Beanies
He would also be known as the Queen’s mistress
I know none of this makes sense
I suppose it’s not supposed to

You are a stranger
You do not understand my heart
You won’t
I don’t
I don’t understand how my heart only beats for him
I don’t quite understand why his hugs feel like a vacation
Like my salvation

Thank you for taking your time to read this
It’s a bunch of nonsense that I don’t understand
You are very kind to care
I thank you and bid you a goodnight
my sweet fellow
Sorry if this isn't amazing. I just got back into poetry and couldn't believe I missed it so much. I hope you like it <3
Oct 2018 · 135
Anxious To See You
Cambrie Oct 2018
Class ends soon.
I’ll see your face.
You’ll talk to me.
I’ll smile and hide how I feel.

You think we are okay.
You think I am okay.
You don’t know.
You don’t know the truth.

You don’t know how broke I feel right now.
You don’t know how I want to be alone all of the time.
You don’t know how I don’t want friends.
You don’t know how hard I try to be happy all of the time.

It seems the only time I can truly be myself is in Chinese.
No one can see my face.
No one looks at me.
No one talks to me.

Another second goes by.
Another minute.
Another hour.
Another anxious feeling to see you.

— The End —