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11.1k · Jun 2014
The Selfless Organ.
Camille Marie Jun 2014
The Heart is Selfless.
Literally.

When the human body gets hurt,
And life seems to be bleeding out,
It knows.

It pumps out more blood,
Stops itself from taking any of it.
Just to keep our brain, lungs, and kidneys working.

It doesn't think really think of itself,
It thinks of the needs of others.
Shouldn't love be like that too?
Realization when I was studying the cardiovascular system.
3.2k · Aug 2014
Forgive Me.
Camille Marie Aug 2014
In all endings...
especially that of relationships,
We ask for forgiveness.

To people.
To whoever we've hurt and scarred the most.

Honestly though,
The one whom we should really ask pardon from,
is
our
**heart
Camille Marie Jun 2014
I keep repeating things over and over again.
Over and over again.
And again and again.

I love my blanky.
Where's my blanky?
I think mom hid it under the pillow.

Mommy's putting on makeup.
Pat, Wipe, Pat, Wipe.
And I also pat and wipe.
This is a rushed thought regarding Jean Piaget's Cognitive Theory, specifically the sensorimotor operational stage.

In this stage, we would talk about repetition, object permanence, and imitation. I kinda wrote this up for fun while I'm reviewing.
2.4k · Oct 2015
Persistence
Camille Marie Oct 2015
The universe has given you everything you dream for.
The question is, how determined are you in claiming them?


Persistence is Key.
Camille Marie Jul 2014
Eat.
Study.
Pray.
Top.

Everything else is rendered nullified and voided.
2.0k · Jun 2014
Wait.
Camille Marie Jun 2014
The clock ticks away, days are crossed out, hours timed, minutes counted.

We wait. We wait for things to happen. We wait for miracles. We wait for things to pass by.

And sometimes, we wait for things to be forgotten.

But how much tolerance could you handle waiting?

Was waiting for you, worth the hours passed, the countless turns of the clock?

I guess I’m still waiting for the answer.
2.0k · Jun 2014
Wrong Patient.
Camille Marie Jun 2014
I think that the world is a hospital.
And we are all patients awaiting treatments to achieve the life we want.
But for this treatment, I think I'm the wrong patient.

Some may call me a medical prodigy,
with my fascination of the sciences of man.
And my keen memory of endless medical jargon.

Books upon books, my brain ticks late of night.
Studying every page, text by text.
Everything I need to get someone better.

It feels wonderful to see someone feel better.
But it's as if I'm infected by their misery.
Why am I doing here, anyways?

This world needs good doctors.
I know I can be a great doctor.
I just don't want to.
1.3k · Aug 2014
Shed Some Truth in Haiku
Camille Marie Aug 2014
Everybody Lies.
What's worse than lying to all?

Lying to yourself.

Over and over again.
The downside finding out a friend has been lying to you, to everyone, and herself for all these years.
1.1k · Aug 2014
Love First.
Camille Marie Aug 2014
Love,
   a feeling I truly miss!
To love another,
   ah such sweet bliss.

But,
   for one to love another;
   is to first love thy self,
For,
   when love fades,
   your shattered heart
   is what you have
   left.
978 · May 2014
Point A to Point B
Camille Marie May 2014
I need to get from Point A to Point B.



Point B is at your front door,

where I am standing with a tray of homemade of freshly cooked pancakes to start your day right.

I won’t forget the maple syrup.



Point B is at GameStop,

We would wander around the endless aisles as you go through the games you love, hate, or want to play.

And I would hold your hand, and tell you mine.



Point B could be at Starbucks,

I would order coffee. You hate coffee.

You’d let me go on and on about the book I’m reading,

You’d tell me your favorite books.

And maybe I’ll recite some poetry here and there.



Point B could be anywhere,

As long as you’re the one driving.

And I ride shotgun.



Point B is at that Pizzeria place you want me you go to,

I can finally try that pizza you were always telling me about.

We should order dessert, too.



Point B is in your bed,

where I would actually wake up beside you saying “good morning”, and not having to read it from my phone.

We would cuddle.

And exchange playful kisses.



Point B is where I want to go.

It’s where I need to go.

Point B is you.
823 · Jun 2014
Peripeteia
Camille Marie Jun 2014
When everything's wrong,
I know you're fine.

When everything's fine,
I know you're wrong.
769 · Jul 2014
Penultimate Problem
Camille Marie Jul 2014
My penultimate problem
would be
when the day comes
I stop loving you.

My ultimate problem
is
what comes
after that.
757 · Jun 2014
Red
Camille Marie Jun 2014
Red
A young girl walked up to me, her arms aimlessly moving about as her hands try to grasp anything she could feel.

Clumsily, she reached me and sat by my side. With her eyes closed and curiosity in her voice, she asked, "What's the color red?"

*The color red is when you first learned to walk. Remember how you would trip and fall? The hurt, the scraped knees, and the aches you felt? That was the color red.

It is the color you have during your fourth birthday party. When all your friends and family came, and you were so giddy and excited to open your presents.

The color red is when you get mad. How your whole face turns hot, and you feel that your cheeks are about to pop out and you want to scream it all out.

Red is when fear and illness strikes you. Have you ever had a feeling of being helpless, weak, all alone and not knowing what you're supposed to do? It's when the color overpowers us.

It is also when, you find an answer. A solution. And the strength to pursue something you believe in. This is when we overpower the color.

Red is the color of falling in love. The warm feeling of loving someone and being loved back. When you grow up, you'll understand.

The color red overall, is your heart. It is the one that pumps your emotions in and out, letting it circulate through every vessel in your body. So if you ask me again, what the color red is, I would say to you the color red is what keeps me alive.
Back in my Sophomore year in College, my English professor asked us to describe the color red to a blind person. My submission was a rough draft, done in like 5 minutes. But I am happy he said it was his favorite among the class.
Camille Marie Jun 2014
"I have no idea what she's doing lying there on the floor.
                                                                She's not moving.
                                            I'll go and play with this rattle."

"Papa's just sleeping. He'll wake up from that big box bed.
                                                      And we can play ball then."

"Our neighbor died. I think he got punished for not being nice to us.
                                         I should be nice to everyone so I won't die."

"We're all going to die at the end.
      What scares me is I don't know when."
In order:
Infant/Toddler
Preschool
Schoolage
Adoloscent
504 · Jun 2014
The distant haiku
Camille Marie Jun 2014
I've fallen for you,
Nine years ago ever since.
Why haven't we met yet?
435 · Jun 2014
If
Camille Marie Jun 2014
If
Is it an odd circumstance
To love someone's soul
At the other end
Whom you never laid a finger on?

Would fate be the same,
If for once
We are together at the same place
At the same time?

Maybe we'll never really figure that out.
410 · Jun 2014
Nightmare
Camille Marie Jun 2014
I think the most frightening thing
to happen to me is to dream about you,
falling in love with someone else.

And then I wake up.
in cold sweat.
and he's not beside me.
I just woke up from a nightmare this morning.
396 · Aug 2014
Apology
Camille Marie Aug 2014
I count the days when we were together.
The days when I smile, barely makes up my hand.
The days I cried, even my toes can't suffice that.
But stubborn as I were, I stayed thinking this would be all worthwhile.

But now I'm at my end, and I owe someone an apology.

I'm sorry my heart, for making you go all through that.
356 · Jun 2014
Forget it.
Camille Marie Jun 2014
Who knew that your mere presence,

after how many days that passed,

would break open the latch,

at the thought of remembering you.



I need to forget.

I want to forget.

You’re making it difficult,

since then.



But as I channel back through,

the memories here and there,

I found a reason.

Something I should have seen two years ago.

In plain sight,

You never loved me.



It hurts.

But there’s a reason now.

A reason to forget.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't writing poetry about some guy.
333 · Jun 2014
Distance
Camille Marie Jun 2014
She caresses the warmth of the radiant sun,

He embraces the coolness of the solid moon.

They talk of thoughts and musing,

Endlessly until noon arises accompanying the dawn.



A promise raised,

When the seas between them dwindle,

The moon and the sun aren’t so different after all.

A promise waiting.
love distance promise

— The End —