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Cameron Alix Jun 23
there is a deity in my brain cells
electricity, swift connections and
bursts of cellular interaction give me
a spirit, a will to live, a desire leave
something behind
drill down. you can find the soldiers
that built the person you see, smiling
electrons, a meaningless structure made
for human purpose
zoom into the clouds and you will find it hard
to breathe, to see, to persevere
the spirit you feel is embedded
in you
there are only stars in the sky
Cameron Alix Apr 9
I am graced
with the ability to examine,
to see, to think,
that I am not living.
And when I realize this
I feel punctured,
restlessly pensive.
I am cursed with
an anxious tendency.
why why why
I have everything– How could
I be
if I
I am graced
with the ability to examine,
to grow, to change
And when I realize this
I know I will win.
and this analysis - I promise -
will yield results.
Cameron Alix Apr 3
what comes after
does not
in the present
Cameron Alix Apr 3
each one of my days
has a number
the numbers have been passing

at age 19, I knew this:
in order to live,
you must be conscious of the numbers

you must be awake,
life must be in your brain
veins are not good enough

every moment,
the numbers increase
and I start to see colors more
  Mar 24 Cameron Alix
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
Cameron Alix Mar 21
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
I always paint you pictures–
Large, sweeping canvases
of my ramblings. Often,
my paintbrush is hazy.
Fogged up with the tropical,
heavy-weight air of future-obsession.

Mr. Sunshine,
You are quiet humility.
You are imperfect and simultaneously
You are flawless.
Your kindness is the vastness
of the West. Exceeding.
And lawless.

My Sunshine,
You paint my murky canvas
so yellow.
my boyfriend is the sweetest
Cameron Alix Mar 12
I suppose that,
As an author,
No one would bother
To think,
Or to ponder,
At the multicolored tubings of our minds.
Blind, they would rather be,
To the undying wonder
Of a brain that is simply mine,
Or a brain that is simply their own,
For we are all aware–
Although it remains unknown–
That we are each Pacific Oceans,
Grasping on to the tide of hope,
Undulating in anticipation,
Bursting at the seams
That our hearts try
Yet fail to scope,
As authors.

Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
First poem I ever wrote for fun. Please let me know what you think!
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