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Kamblamian Oct 2016
Its what I want

To hide in darkness veil
Cloaked in this blanket
That has never felt more comfortable
And
Irresposible
As the choices that should not be
Made on this Day
Lost in a transition
Kamblamian Aug 2016
Slowly unfolding
The Priceline has flatlined.  
You'll see now,
So we can find out now.

It was yesterday that I said we stay but, the price line has flatlined today
Get your **** together
Kamblamian Aug 2016
I can't think
I can't breathe
I can't be who I want to be.
Inside me
The box
Kept me from being free.
I opened the box
To find
Its emptiness
when your stuck, truly stuck.
Kamblamian Jul 2016
Stuck
                                                                         a twisted spot in my mind

                     A place that would devour you whole

There-

               I
                        find solitude

                                     It's where I found myself

sitting alone...
I have always been

Alone

Am I ever truly.


the contradiction spins itself in my head

hypothesized:
                         I will never Be


                                         Me, Myself and Aigis
no matter how quiet, I find something to listen to.
Kamblamian Jul 2016
Wasting time
not crossed the line
moving slow
and now we know

we need to
Move
-Kamblamian
Kamblamian Jun 2016
The entire time
I only wanted one thing
I now know it was just a spring fling
I close my eyes and all I see is distorted


I'm glad my feelings were never reported
Garbage poems 2.0
Kamblamian Sep 2015
In the midst of conversation
A top conversation,
Atop conversation
What do we speak of ?
Something quite brand new...
Processed so late.
But, in the moment a blend of Hues.
Simply shades that have no name.-
A painting nameless
But, purely painless
trapped in a circle of jargon.
I'm sure I'll hear that car again?
it was implied...
Smoke in the face
A massage, noises I cant recreate
A simple serenade of two.
But not sure which fire Would choose.

These Chones are cute-
A challenge
Burn!
I feel it coming.
A breath on coals.
It Burns
Continuously Burning me
Continuosly mocking me.
under the breathe I heard the. Words.
It would never be so.
The rush came and the.
Rush will go.
Was it all real.
An assumption that feeds the mold it fuels it self and eats me whole.
Words only to describe the gestures that keep it alive

the exchange of words. Would never be comprehended.
Whatbdo I do with thos
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