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 Jan 2024 Camille
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
 Nov 2022 Camille
sandra wyllie
raining from the sky
no two of us alike
crystals dancing in the night
perfect as we are
bright as the Sirius star
diamond dust
cloaking bridges
towers and mountains
eyelashes, noses, lips
building nests in hair in strips
powder babies amalgamating
over ponds skating
billowing and swirling
boys and girls hurling
compacted spheres flying
through the air
and lying feathery down
on the satin ground
 Oct 2022 Camille
ymmiJ
Untitled
 Oct 2022 Camille
ymmiJ
alone by the fire
memories dance upon embers
then burst into flames
 Aug 2022 Camille
Universe Poems
There are times
People look around,
searching for what can't be found
Take moment reflect
Is there a prerequisite,
or is it existing,
but you simply are resisting

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney
 Aug 2022 Camille
Eshwara Prasad
I'm terrified to hear your words now that I've heard your thoughts.
 Aug 2022 Camille
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.
 Jun 2022 Camille
Ayesha
Bed
 Jun 2022 Camille
Ayesha
Bed
bed:
blood
in us
of mud

shed
the rust
muscle
of dust

red:
tongue
wrung
strung

said:
run
the run
begun
(we did)

-

head
of toil
of ours
in soil

bread
of skin
soiled
in sin

led:
we went
say, patent
we went

wed?
ha, sweet
pleased
bland wheat

bed:
pillow
above us
below

bed:
black hand
fragile
and
"Loose the flood–– you shall find it patent-–
Gush after gush, reserved for you-–"
-Emily D.

13/06/2022
 Mar 2022 Camille
JRF
Sometimes
 Mar 2022 Camille
JRF
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.
 Mar 2022 Camille
Flame
Do you miss him?
Yes
Do you love him?
With all my heart
Do want to be with him?
Sometimes
So you'll talk to him again?
No, never
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