Camille

Aug 2022

Jessica B

We are a Direct Reflection of the
Universe...

Fallen stars of the collective.

We are the past,
the present,
and the future.

For There is no time where we come from.

Who’s to say…
That Time means nothing without limits.  No purpose, nor value,
no meaning behind it’s existence.

What is time if not wasted,
…Given?
As we measure each & every limitation.

🖤
Time is a gift..

A gift given to us…

To the stars…

The stars of the collective.

Camille Aug 2022

Abandoned

My paradise grew rock solid
Windows nailed shut
The ballerina stopped dancing to the music
House filled with bricks left in ruins

Camille Aug 2022

Chaos

Roars of anger echoes along the hallway
Murmurs heard around the neighborhood
The rooms starts to empty as distance builds
Years passed as time ticks along
Yet with faith, reunited once again
Eyes filled with water as worlds collide once again

Camille Aug 2022

Trapped

And here, I lie, as red fills the floor
Tied to these walls built for centuries
Eyes grew cold, My mouth taped shut
My body goes numb as my vision goes blank

Camille Jun 2022

Trapped

Contained in this lonely shedd
Ingrained are the words they said
Fearing as she misread
Sewing instead with a broken thread
A mouth that was unfed

Camille Mar 2022

Follow Me.

Be my shadow and I'll be your light
Behold the muse to my artwork, singing with delight
The story behind my writing, this is my final plea
Like footprints in the sand, follow me.

Mar 2022

JRF

Sometimes

I pick up the pen
and I write
because I need
to bleed my emotions
on paper and sometimes I
write
just for the hell of it and sometimes
I write because I just need
to talk to someone anyone
I just need to talk.