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Anne Cameron Feb 2010
I lay here with pen in hand thinking of many things...
I wonder why the sky is blue.
Why we live by time.
How come we cry when we are sad and when we are happy.
Do you know why we are here?
Why do we grow old?
How come we die and do we have to??
Where does fear come from?
and where does it go when we fall in love?
How come some are born broken and others are not?
Do you know what hate is?
Why do we feel pain?
Do we love for a reason?
What is it all for???
Many thoughts....
are there answers???
ac/05/13/03 revised/02/15/10/ac
Anne Cameron Nov 2009
To me is honesty and love,
      given on both sides.
Listening and hearing,
      with all understanding.
With give and take,
      being there for each other.
Being able to laugh together,
      and cry together.
Seeing eye to eye,
      even when agreeing to disagree.
04/20/07/ac
Anne Cameron Nov 2009
Our life is not as it once was.
We wonder, we hope and we dream...
But in the darkness, everything has changed...
But yet reamins the completely the same.
We are living creatures, there are many of us,
     yet we are alone...
We listen and we hear your wonders,
     but we reamin in the shadows.
You will fear us, yet you love us...
Just remember we are here...
09/08/04
redone/11/14/09/ac
Anne Cameron Nov 2009
The blood that flows threw my viens is powerfull and strong.
Wanting you...
Needing you...
Hunger...
Having my heart...
Giving it to you...
02/03/07/ac
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
Love is not always something you feel, but something you see.
Like the grace and beauty of the mountains.
The tall green and elegant trees.
The motionless stance of the prairie land.
The hustle and bustle of the city, lights large and far as eyes can see.
The old among the new, brings wonders to me.
The "AW" of the land that meets the sea.
The combination of all, holds everything together in peace.
We are all a great family.
Live and let live for our children to see.
ac/05/31/91
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
My gifts to you-

My mind is insane,a shattered remnent of it's self, lost in a world of confusion and fear.

My body,skin as white as new snow, scared and ******, and as cold as the crypt I lay in...

My heart, shriveled and dead, no longer pumps the blood that I drink to keep me warm...

My soul is all I have left of grace and beauty, love and truth...

Take it and leave me now...

It is all I have left of being human.
ac '06/10
Anne Cameron Feb 2010
What a mess I have become.
Torn, wet,cold and crippled.
Frozen lips, blue as the sky and as dead as the grave.
Cut and staind with blood I look down to see a reflection of myself through a ****** pool...
I scream out but only the distant abyss of the canyon can hear and reply its echos which send the beasts of the wilderness a stray.
My legs tremble to the powerful might of the shakes from this scared earth, I grab at it but too late to feel it, I slip sending me to the ground laying my hair down to my knees...
I hope that there is always a light in the night but I guess in this nightmare there is only a faceless darkness that always claws at my feet...
I reach out and dig my hand into the earth, running my hand to the nib ripped and bleeding...
I was once thoughs clouds that darken the earth but now thoughs clouds darken me...
I make one more attempt to rise but the ground trembles before me and I start to slip once again..
and grab the edge like a lioness would grab its prey's neck.
It was not enough and my body goes limp and my fingers go numb and they break loose....
At that instance I felt a presence of warmth crash on top of me like a wave of warmth entangled around my wrists, knocking my cold and limp body into the side of the cliff and starts to reel me upwards.....
Feeling the ground beneath my feet, safely bringing me back to where I started once again....
ac/10/24/09
Anne Cameron Mar 2010
What drives us?
Our Hearts !
Our Minds !
Our Instincts !
Our Greed !

ac/09/21/08
Anne Cameron Mar 2010
When you leave...
I miss the smile on your lips everytime we meet.
The glow in your eyes, I never want to stop seeing.

When you leave...
I miss how your hand reaches for mine,  everytime.
How your kisses drain every ounce of me, yet gives me everything.

When you leave...
I miss your hugs warm and strong.
How you hold me tight.

When you leave...
I miss your voice whispering in my ears.
I miss how my heart pound when your in the room.

When you leave...
I miss running my fingers threw your hair.
I miss the touch of your skin,  such passion,  such heat.

When you leave...
You take a part of me with you ...
Everytime you go...

03/02/10/ ac
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
What is confusion?
The hurt that won't go away.
The thoughts that won't subside.

What is confusion?
The love that I can't stop from showing.
Being unable to understand.

What is confusion?
Having feelings, but not wanting them.
Feeling crazy, but knowing your not.

What is confusion?
Not knowing what's going on.
Being lost on familiar ground.

What is confusion?
When everything makes you mad.
Being unable to fill the voids.

What is confusion?
Having no patience.

What is confusion?
Peace........
ac/10/13/96
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
As the moon rises to it's nocturnal throne.
The children of the night awaken to weave
thier web of gothic enchantments.
Through the shadows they creep whispering
thier dark secrets on the night winds.
ac 2003
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
Will You...
Will you... One day remind me...in your own words of love...
Will you... One day... come forth with an army and brings these walls crashing to the ground...
Will you... One day.. Peal back this armour...
Will you...One day.. Return what was lost to me...
Will you...One day.. Bring these dead roses back to life...
Will you... One day.. Bring me back to life.. and embrace me with your loving arms and remind me what it is to be whole.
Will you... One day..
ac/ 10/15/02
Anne Cameron Mar 2010
Cleaning out the old.
Replacing with the new.
Understanding the lost. 
Without being forgotten.
Being sensitive to others.
Feeling real without being gone.
Loving with a full heart.
Be real, be honest, be you.
Say all you mean, mean all you say.
Listen to yourself and understand.
03/08/05  {revised} 01/25/10/ AC
Anne Cameron Jun 2010
Your voice in the air calls to me...
It is time to sleep.
Rest my weary body.
To calm my soul and spirit.
Arms around you holding you tight.
My head rests upon your chest, listening to your heart beating.
Feeling your body stir.
A smile upon your face.
Your eyes bright, but sleepy.
A kiss upon your lips brings an unexpected glow to us both.
Want and need over takes sleep.
;..; V ;..;

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