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896 · Feb 2019
The Clock Girl
Carson Campbell Feb 2019
There once was a tale,
(a legend more like)
Of a girl who lived in a clock.
In between the gears and springs,
Away she was locked

All of her days she worked tirelessly
Every second,
Minute,
Hour.
Moving the parts,
Pushing the gears,
To make it tick nicely,
Tock precisely,
Pleasing to the ears.

Never did she complain,
Only perfect timing she did obtain.


Then one day,
It stopped.
The watch did not tick,
Nor did it tock.
Some say she died;
I say otherwise.

She left the clock
Wild and free,
And now she wanders endlessly.

But one more thing lies in the myth my dear
In every watch that ticks,
And clock that tocks,
There is a girl
Just
Like
Her.
763 · Feb 2019
I'm Sorry for "Okay"
Carson Campbell Feb 2019
I say I'm okay
I tell you I'm fine
I don't want you to feel  
This hurting of mine

I feign indifference
I pretend I don’t care
I don’t want to bother you
With the pain I bare

I laugh and pretend  
That their words don't sting  
But Sometimes I feel  
They don’t know a thing  

Most write it off
As actualy fine  
But I know you see through
This façade of mine  

Now I'll say something  
You want to hear
Im sorry  
For hiding the pain my dear
Written in response to "Okay" By: Joliver
495 · Feb 2019
Elemental Swirl
Carson Campbell Feb 2019
Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a maelstrom
Consuming emotion
Twisting endlessly  
Swirling perpetually  
Tossing on the water
A beautiful, impassioned, blue maelstrom.

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling  
My heart is a leaf
Consuming peace
Hovering incessantly
Soaring tirelessly  
Tossing in the wind  
A beautiful, tranquil, green leaf.

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a blaze  
Consuming wrath
Flaming constantly  
Combusting continualy  
Tossing in the fire
A beautiful, violent, red, blaze

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling,
My heart is a stone
Consuming structure  
Tumbling boundlessly
Crumbling unendingly  
Tossing on the earth
A beautiful, exact, brown, stone.
486 · Mar 2019
In Your Arms
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
Some one once told me
to love others, I must first love myself
Somthing I could never do

Nonsense, I could never love this mess that I call myself

but your smile
your voice
your warmth

so comforting.
so beautiful

sometimes I'm able to forget what hating myself feels like
when I'm in your arms.
Carson Campbell Feb 2021
Empathy is the key to our society some say
put yourself in their shoes they say

but I do

I do it too much.
I feel for them too much.

Every time I see their tears
its a punch to the chest
it shatters my glass ribs
and punctures my nylon heart.

But to my own tears,
to my own suffering
I feel nothing.
still.
dry.
numb.

Maybe I am a mirror
only reflecting the pain I see.

Or maybe I have been told
it's weak to cry
cowardly to feel bad for myself
nerveless to struggle.

So I continue to cry for the broken
hurt for the rejected
and ache for the beaten

leaving nothing left for myself.
393 · Mar 2019
Dear Miss L
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
Dear Miss L,

I'm sorry my poem's not a ballad like you asked
I guess I'm not up to the task
of your poetry class

I'm sorry it's a slant rhyme
and not exact or true
my meaning fulwords
seem never impress you

I'm sorry this project's late
and I'll get a seventy five
I guess I'm just the type
to procrastinate my whole life

I know I didn't meet
the requirements you set
but you haven't hered
the last of me yet

The words meant a lot
which I wrote that day
so, sorry
but I think I'll turn it any way

-Chloe
Now that I think about it, this is more of a diss track but whatever. I wrote this about my poem "Unhinged". I had writen a meaningful poem, yet all she cared about was weather or not it had the correct rhyme scheme. can be rapped if desired.
391 · Feb 2019
Unhinged
Carson Campbell Feb 2019
Clouds yell angrily
Rain eats at the ground
Screaming chaos  
swirls all around

My head rolls back  
My eyes turn pitch black
My mind starts to crack
My grip begins to snap

I know I'm not crazed
I know I'm still sane
But the wind still rattles  
This broken window pane

I have to move
I have to do something
I know I'll lose it if I do nothing


I don’t feel okay
I don’t feel fine
I'm plagued by something  
I cannot define

I feel dead
Yet also alive
I'm starting to wonder  
if I'll survive

My mind goes astray
My head starts to sway
I have to run,
I have to get away.  

Something pierces my petrified panic  
  
Permeating peace
Out of darkness I fall
Hearing heaven’s call
Perfect release  



Though I’m still left sore
From that horrid dream
God, it seems,  
sees so much more
266 · Mar 2019
More Than Words on a Page
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
Poetry is not a hobby
one can practice a hobby
showcase it
compete against others

But poetry can't be forced
No one can just sit and write
without having experianced
pain
bliss
love
woe
calm
chaos

There must be feeling or emotion
the distruction of monotony
somthing much more
than just words
on a page.
244 · Mar 2019
Numb
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
I go through the day,
I go through the motions,
I go though my life,
faking these emotions.

What does it mean,
this world in which we dwell?
Could it be heaven,
could it be hell?

I don't remember
why I'm doing this.
Is there even meaning  
in my meak existance?

Is my fate predestined,
or is someone pulling a string?
Am I mearly human,
or am I realy nothing?

Some day I'll learn
the reason I exist.
Untill then,
I'll decide to be an optimist.
213 · Mar 2019
Dear J.
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
Dear J.

You say you never cry
but your eyes are always red
you say you love life
but would rather be dead

You think no one loves you
(although it's not true)
You think no one cares
but I still do

That's why I was scared
Scared enough to pray
when you didn't come to school
that Valentine's day.

Please stop saying
that nobody loves you
turn around my dear because
look, I do.
This was about when a friend of mine didn't come to school one day, and I thought he had ended it. of course he only had a cold and came back the next day, but I was genuinly worried. If someone is having self worth issues, please tell them you care and don't want them gone.
190 · Feb 2019
Go
Carson Campbell Feb 2019
Go
Success is for the taking;
Limits are for the breaking.
Spirits free,
Chains we flee
History for the making.

Why do we fear to fail;
Remaining weak and pale?
Comfort zone  
Monotone
Safety we entail.

Instead we should be strong  
Enduring all day long
Bold and brave
Freedom we crave
Singing life's theme song


Go.
176 · Mar 2019
Guns Don't Kill
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
They say we should take away guns
If those were gone we would use blades,
If those were gone we would use stones,
If those were gone we would use poison
If those were gone we would use our tainted, hateful, bare hands.

               
Humans always find a way to hurt one another
Guns don't **** people; people **** people.
Changing what's in our hands won't make a difference,
Changing what's in our hearts will make all the difference
166 · Mar 2020
Sapphic Longing
Carson Campbell Mar 2020
I have a Sapphic longing

I want to feel your lips
so soft
pink and plump

stroak your hair
so long
dark brown and curly

caress your skin
so smooth
freckled and delicate

But you would never love me
you barely know I exist.

so I will continue to sit here
in the dark

with nothing but my Sapphic longing.

— The End —