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May 2016 · 786
The Present Highs
Cam Godfrey May 2016
The windows crack and splintered glass cuts the silence
Diluted in its form, ever-present consternation shields against the fear
Blacker than her sheets, the softly spoken anecdotes with simple revelations Help to carve a smile in my ear.

Empty dreams replace the falling; morning as a time of day
Presumptive promises share the space
While water streams and insides scream
She moves with effervescent grace.

Warning signs are absent in her voice
As I shy away from independent thinking
Blocking out their ploys before they play
Perhaps, the present highs outweigh the sinking.
I recently started dating again after a lengthy absence from the game. This poem addresses how I feel about it all. There's a little bit of everything in the lines...
Cam Godfrey May 2016
Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease
Ostentatious, drifting memories
They meld into one, fall to your knees
Conscripted love, forced to believe.

The pleasant hours often show
The check is signalled, liquor flows
Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin
Every touch a knowing nod to sin.

We’re all that’s left
Mere animated corpses on the Earth
The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants
Ambition while it’s stable never lasts.

All complex emotions hide beneath
Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed
Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet
Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet.

Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter
Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards
Voices prized above, not untoward.

The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict
Complications always rise
They never sink.
Every song I write begins like this. An unorganised collection of what I believe are witty lines and clever insights into daily life (obviously warped by my perspective). :P I take what fits best with the music and words that tickle on the tongue. Often, the underlying story/idea/theme becomes even more vague (non-existent).
May 2016 · 407
Moonlight
Cam Godfrey May 2016
VERSE
Is that where we fell short, ignoring all our options that weren't an honest picture of ourselves? Why spend a lifetime searching for the answers when no-one even cared to ask themselves?

PRE-CHORUS
You stood, lit by the moonlight, standing by the gate. Words laced with alcohol, reeling from your tongue. I thought this would never happen - turns out it won't. In the brief pause before our kiss, we ignored the signs.

CHORUS
It's different to hers, but no less enjoyable. That evening was ours, and her dress fell off her shoulders.
Mar 2016 · 2.5k
Skeletons
Cam Godfrey Mar 2016
VERSE 1
Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works.
Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion...
She's as ruthless as the best of them.

PRE-CHORUS
You'll always love her in the end X2

CHORUS
Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive.
These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own.

VERSE 2
It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in.
You're a victim to her persuasive skills.
It's an art-form of suggestion.

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
CHORUS X2
When I set out to write this song (Skeletons), the core idea was about a girl I'd just met and was crushing on deeply, but the more I wrote, the more I focused inward on how I was viewing the relationship. Now when I read it back, and listen to the song I recorded with these words, it's more an insight of my ocd, and how it affects my interactions with other people.

Link to stream of Skeletons - http://rvrb.fm/1RZ1nXx.
Apr 2015 · 388
Lighter Fluid
Cam Godfrey Apr 2015
VERSE
The path we're on won't mean a thing unless we have success; they're always breathing down our necks.
I don't want us to be the kind of people whose lives are a chore, the ones that we'd ignore with their forced intimacy.

PRE-CHORUS
While we do have fun, when it's all said and done, what will we have left in reserve?

CHORUS
Don't waste your breath like lighter fluid and watch it burn out twice as fast. The rush to mature is just a race to a vision of the life you could have had.
When your imagination starts to rust, you'll just become a husk of your former self, and the fun we had will be an unpleasant reminder that it's coming to an end.

BRIDGE
With a foot in the grave, there's no point running wild.
Take advantage of the time you've got and the people by your side.
Don't let her get away.
The poems I write are the basis for lyrics I use in my songs.

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