#arcamm
filtered water neglects
the body of necessary
minerals…
If I am to know
the true nourishment
you bring to the table,
you must show
yourself to me…
unfiltered.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 6:52 PM UTC
You are complicated…
but you’re also simple…
which makes you complicated.
— a.r. Camm
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 6:31 PM UTC
ignite your inner child,
setting ablaze a once dried well,
a swallowed light will lead you from this darkness.
- a.r. Camm
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
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.
- a.r. Camm
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
aged with wisdom & culture
forever symbolic of love
my gentle leaf has fallen
- a.r. Camm
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
It’s strange.
I’m a water sign
fascinated by fire.
Does this mean
that I’m seeking my own destruction
or simply curious of what warmth feels like?
- a.r. Camm
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
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
With you.
- a.r. Camm
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
Last time I trusted someone,
I ended up being an animal head
on their collection wall.
a victim to their survival
renamed “trophy”
- a.r. Camm
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
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
Hello 2021
- a.r. Camm
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
Perhaps, one day I’ll understand why you did it.
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.
- a.r. Camm
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
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
- a.r.Camm
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
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.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
“yes...
feed me more
and soon I’ll show you
what you’re truly made of.
a mere lonely child,
misunderstood,
damaged,
a sad product
of failed dreams,
an experiment gone wrong,
too perfect to love,
an enraged beast,
unhinge me
and let me takeover
I’ll make sure
to get it right for you”
...okay.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Like any other Friday
I wake up early
get ready and
go work
but...
today,
I heard them,
and paused as I took
that first step out of the front door
the screams of my ancestors,
the desperate plea from
wrongly accused men,
the last words and breathe
of every black man,
woman,
and child
murdered in cold blood...
I heard their warning.
“Don’t go.”
I called off work.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
This morning,
I opened the blinds
to my window
the sun rays beamed
at my face to say
"Welcome. Come on in."
I suddenly
thought to myself
"If only it were that easy for me."
- a.r.Camm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
When I was younger, my mother used to ask me, “what do you know?”
Knowing that it was in a joking manner rather to discourage me,
I would simply reply with my palms facing the sky, “I don’t know.”
At 25 years old, if nothing else, I know this...
It’s that feeling when you’re about to ride your first rollercoaster- scared shitless & excited at the same time.
It’s constant indecisiveness... usually over what to eat.
It’s that tug on the arm you get when you get up from bed, as if vines from the comforter spat out out of fear of missing your presence.
It’s stepping on your shoelace and landing on your face simply because she walked by in that leopard print dress, looked at herself from every angle in the mirror, & had the audacity to ask, “No?”
Yet, all you could think is, “Oh, yes.”
At times, it’s a moment of silence while two souls dance in an electric space.
It’s having the patience to learn their love language so that you may speak it back to their soul more fluently.
It’s a forever gift & everything alike.
& I know every couple has their own version, so here’s what mine is like:
MY love is a monsterous game of “who loves who more” & we’re both clawing for that gold medal
MY love is distant, yet close. Lonely & cold in bed yet warm in heart knowing that I get at least wake up to an angel telling me to “win my day.”
MY love is drenching everything in my room with the cologne she bought me so that it may somehow seep into my pores so I could be a walking memory.
MY love is 5,291 unbearable miles across the Pacific.
Try $2,546.03 worth of 2 trips of a grand total of 64 days spent together out of nearly 2 years of being in a relationship.
MY love is getting a little under 3 hours a day of FACETIME & each second, yearning for more face to face time.
It’s saying, ***** a text.”
I’ll write a letter expressing how at times when I’m spiraling downwards, the song of her voice on repeat makes it all better.
MY love is snatching my voice box from my throat, smashing it into ink, writing an “I love you” message, stuffing it into a bottle, & tossing it out to sea so it’ll one day wash up on her shores...
Then she’ll read it and cherish that voicemail for the rest of her days.
And so... now I’m prepared to answer my mother’s question...
What do I know?
I know LOVE
& at times it shares the same address as PAIN...
I think it’s time to sit them both down
& have a little talk.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
gloomy days
gloomy skies
brighter times will arise
- a.r.Camm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
is it odd that
i'm fixated on the
idea of us being
a Picasso masterpiece-
unorthodox but unapologetic?
- a.r.Camm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
warmth, i spew to you,
with time, you must choose,
feed me fuel or let me die.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC