ignite your inner child, setting ablaze a once dried well, a swallowed light will lead you from this darkness.
- a.r. Camm
as we grow older, we tend to lose sight of that inner child that kept life light. we get exposed to money, politics, expectations, and other **** that swallows that light in an instant. exciting that inner child gets us back to that innocence. that happiness. that child is strong enough to carry us from the darkness.
I am splattered ink on these empty white walls. a story told by collisions. splashes of my deepest intuitions: a handprint embroidered here, a slash of claws over there, a baby footprint by the door to say "goodbye" to my innocence, a distorted smile on the ceiling that could easily be mistaken for a question mark, and a cancellation symbol on the window shunning anyone's smart *** remarks.
I am a mess... and if one were to try and clean me up, my secrets beneath would devour them whole.
beauty is you sharp dancing along your luminous light, dangerous upon your fragile ankles, the potential to “bring down the house,” beauty is you I look at you and feel your passion, if not tamed correctly while seated, we all become dancers with you...
such pain and beauty, such hypnotizing mastery, you’ve thawed this coldness inside me,
I must have you so i shall reach...
I want to dance
- a.r. Camm
Whether it’s a campfire or in the fireplace... I always have this nagging temptation to reach.
I hope he knows that I feel the stress vortex banging against his cranium. even with my welcoming surface, he struggles to let go.
I hope he knows that it is not I that needs replacing, but simply his way of thinking that needs readjusting.
A new year A mindset anew
- a.r. Camm
I know that you’re going to bring some more bullsh** my way. Just to let you know now, I’m mentally preparing myself for you. You won’t catch me off guard like 2020 did. I’m ready for you. Bring it on.
Why you pushed me through the ground and expected me to reach for your high expectations. Why you branded me with your dying wishes and made me feel selfish for adding my own. Why you assumed that it was the attraction of other women that ended our love when it was really because I chose to come home. Why you listened to your heart and felt as if it was okay to mute out mine. Why you pinned our actions against one another and claimed me dense and blind.
The list goes on and on but I for one don’t have that much time...
Perhaps, one day I’ll understand why you did it.
Why you made me feel like there’s nothing that I can do right.
1 shot: Happy to meet your acquaintance 2 shots: The groomsman is like a brother to me 3 shots: That dress compliments you well and dare I say, you’re killin’ it. 4 shots: What's your schedule like next week? 5 shots: Look, I don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but I can see through your eyes that the love held in your heart is tied into a knot. Shards of broken hope disguising the lust you seek within me. Intrigued by my character and that "grown man" I put on, yet only drawn to the life of a mere liaison...
I'll leave the choice to you: I can be your man for the night or I can be the man to show you how to love right
I went to a wedding and met a young lady. It didnt take long for us to start chatting over a couple shots of tequila. Easy to say, she had been heart broken for some time and has giving up on any hopes of true love, thus her thirst for a lustful evening. I couldnt help it. I had to
my patience is a shoelace weaving through hoops. within every turn, a new excuse another complication, another misfortune, another nuisance that nooses these protruding veins around my neck until I suddenly can’t breathe.
they call this bow “tongue-tied” it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes coupled with my “speechless black” aura...
for those of that I cut off, you brought it upon yourself.
My patience is not to be tested. I’m usually the generous kind of person. That is, until I’m taken for granted and continuously find myself waiting for someone to get their **** together.