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Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
It burns when you look in my eyes,
It burns when you hold my hand.
It burns when you say my name,
But it burns even more when you don't.

It burns when you talk about her,
It burns when you say anything.
It even burns when you make me smile
But it burns even more when I cry.

It burns, it stings, it pains, it hurts
But I would burn 1,000,000 shoes walking on sunshine with you.
I got a wildcard for a writing prompt and didn't know what to write. I asked my teacher and she, knowing that I struggle with poetry that doesn't rhyme, challenged me to write one. I feel really blessed to have a teacher to push me to be a better writer.
Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
When the silence breaks
The bell rings loud
And the murmurs begin in the whole of the crowd

When the silence breaks
Tight friendships fail
Only the strong, only one will prevail

When the silence breaks
Everyone cries
Hell to your ears
And poison to your eyes

But when silence fell,
There was bliss in this hell.
Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
The battle scars and the gaping holes
The blood that bleeds 'til it overflows
The waiting for something that is truly lost
Is love really worth the debt that it costs?
Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
We're fragile and weak
We breathe and we ache
We declare war and we let ourselves break

We want and we ask
We beg and we plead
Just bobbing about
And rolling in greed

We strive to be perfect
We fight and strategize
We hurt with our weapons,
Our words and our lies
Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
There's this place called earth I could visit someday, but I'm stuck in a daydream and I like it that way.
Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
I’m from wigs and hats and baseball cards
From perseverance and working hard

I am from “you can surely ace this test”
From “things will always turn out for the best.”

I’m from belief and passion and prayer
From the constant feeling that God is there.

I’m from a camp where everyone belongs
From cheers, from sports, from campfire songs.

I’m from the lake every summer in the sun,
From gathering the family and just having fun.

I’m from painting on doors and singing on stage
From constantly working so hard to behave.

I am from stories and poems and art
I am from passion and power and heart.

I am from hyperness and hysteria.
I’m from Doctor Who and Nerdfighteria.

I’m from often feeling that I’m not good enough
But from pushing through when times are rough.

Although sometimes I’m from pressure and loss
We make it through, because my family is boss.
Where are you from?

*Written for a 7th grade language arts assignment.*
Cameron Godfrey Aug 2012
So that’s it, it’s done
That’s it. We’re through
I’ve severed the ropes that have tied me to you.
You said you won’t hurt me
Well times have been tough
You broke your promise
now enough is enough.
You dragged me back in,
You know that I miss you
I could see it in your eyes
Demanding I’d kiss you.
A kiss that lingered
Stretched out so long
And a hug that made me feel like I finally belong.
But now we’re back
To the nothing we were
And now I’m holding air
While you’re holding her.
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