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cam May 2019
Have I moved on?
I never can tell
One second is bliss
the next one is hell
**** this I can’t write a poem that rhymes
I have homework to do
I am wasting my time

I don’t know if I will ever figure it out
if what we had was real, without a single doubt.
I bet if you saw me you’d turn in disgust
all I did was break your trust
I blame myself for everything wrong
Why can’t I figure it out
it’s been so ******* long
I wonder if you hate me. I wish I could know
and why does it hurt when I imagine you
letting me go
cam Apr 2019
I’m out I’m out
gone off and away
dreams of a new life
become real today
Let’s leave Let’s leave
away from this place
I’d give anything I have
to see a new face
It’s here It’s here
the moment has arrived
take every chance you get
that makes you feel alive
Big eyes, big dreams, a step into something new
are all things that will lead to a more you you
Don’t listen Don’t listen
to those voices in your head
you believing that you aren’t enough is the only way they are fed
Look around look around
there’s beauty at every glance
You can find love in the darkest place
you just have to give it a chance
Something I threw together about starting college and going through the wave of emotions that follow freshman year. From excited to hopeful to anxious to worried to sad to hopeful. It’s all about keeping hope
cam Feb 2019
dare to look into the eyes
of a dreamer
once you do the world changes
pink palm trees and blue suns
old convertibles and black and white films
a song drenched with nostalgia
burning your ears and making you want all of the time you wasted back
but once you look into the eyes of a dreamer
you realize that youth is never really wasted on the young
because the only worry in the world was making your curfew
and making the most out of a Friday night
minds that were as infinite as the ocean on a breezy summer day
barefoot feet as free as the sun above the waves
all that lied ahead was the endless possibilities that the excitement of a night
with the right people could bring
once you look into the eyes of a dreamer
you realize only the young know how to dream
  Feb 2019 cam
Cné
My life is full of poetry
in lyrical design
Expressions in a rhythm
that ascend and then decline.

One moment I am full of joy,
then sorrow breaks my heart.
My soul is touched by music
and the thrill that it imparts.

I love the rain, embrace the sun
and smile at winter snow.
I crave the full moon's silver light
and dance beneath the glow.

I savor sweet aromas
taking pleasure in the breeze
And love the gentle rustle,
as it passes through the trees.

Yes, poetic is the gift of life,
inspiring me to rhyme.
I'd write a million odes to it,
but I just don't have the time!
Happy Saturday

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