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 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Fuji Bear
Love is like,
A man born without arms,
He lives his life accepting his disability,
But Constantly jealous of those with arms.
he sees people with arms of every variety; skinny, tattooed, bruised or muscled, and even some like him.
Everyday he watches people use and missuse their arms,
Yet Barely appreciating the mere existence of their own arms.
One day, he hears about a new procedure that could give him fully functioning prosthetic arms.
He is hesitant about the cost and risk,
but decides he must try.
A week later after a successful surgery,
The bandages finally fly free, and so do his arms.
He flexes and bends them every way possible,
testing the boundaries of what feels like a new world to him.
There is an endless beauty in their function.
He feels a joyous wonder,
to experience the touch and precision
of his sweetly sensitive fingertips caressing the surface of anything in their reach.
For the first time, he finally knows what true freedom feels like.

  Months pass as he becomes familiar with a new world under his fingertips.
But as time goes on he begins to notice occasional malfunctions in his daily tasks.
He thinks hes losing touch with the connections used to communicate with the main circuits,
But doesn't think it could get worse.
As Weeks pass more connections falter between him and his once perfect partner.

The day starts like any other winter morning,
an icy cold, cloudy drizzle.
He's driving the windy back roads to work,
rounding a sharp bend in the road, when he suddenly feels a spasm ripple through his arms
ripping his hand from the wheel and all control.
His car veers off the roadside cliff
leaving gravity to doom him to an icy river below.
The car careens through the droplets of rain in the air.
His world slows down as the car begins to plummet downward,
only seconds before impact.
The freezing icy rain and air rip
through the broken windshield,
but nothing feels colder than the betrayal of the arms he once held so dear.
And in that moment,
he wishes that he'd never had arms at all.
My longest poem ever.
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Nameless
How do I make it stop.
...
My thought screaming deadly things,
scratching the surface of my skull.
Trying to escape, gripping my head in agony.
...
The relentless pain,
make it stop.
Make me stop.
As I write with silver,
and it always comes out red.
...
Please,
I don't know if I want to keep going on.
With my hopeless life,
struggle to keep Sane.
...
Yeah,
just make it stop.
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Nameless
Tattoo
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Nameless
I want them
...
on my back
in the form of wings
and
on my arms
in the form of sleeves
...
My body is art
and
I choose to be the artist
no matter the pain
cause I'm the one
who gains
...
satisfaction
when I finish
this great piece
of art
...
I might even
add
to my piece
as time goes
on
<3
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Fuji Bear
I know some about you,
although it is only data,
images, words, & letters.
Which I somehow assemble,
into the concept of a person,
tapping on the other end,
of our digitally connected screens.
a connection, but also a barrier,
between which no two peole can touch.
you can send yourself in spirit,
but what gets left behind in your pixels,
is you.
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Samara Metz
Pain
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Samara Metz
Pain, so demanding.
Always needing to be felt.

Why?
Why can't I just be alone,
without the pain,
without the agony.

You can pull out that razor,
slice all you want.
You're still gonna feel the pain.
You're still gonna feel the hurt.

I'm stronger than that pain.
Better than that pain.

But that is a lie.
Because pain, pain will always be felt.
-s.m
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Iris Rebry
Sunday
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Iris Rebry
And there's been a funeral,
I've cried,
Shed a tear,
Hugged my grandma
And put a smile on my face.
It's Sunday
And it's Father's Day.
And I've cried
Hugged my father figure
And prayed for my grandma
It's Sunday.
Church choir sang
And I've cried.
Because it's Sunday.
 Jun 2014 Kamoo
Brian Gibson
"You found your way
into my heart.
And it seems
your only way out,
was by tearing it apart."
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