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Kamron Jan 2019
it stares at me, hanging there
with empty eyes devoid of feeling
amid the snow, and frigged air
a final breath leaves its chest
it heaves and seems to reach out
calling for me, for any help
hanging there in crimson fields
with delicate snow resting on its rope
its neck snaps it rests at last
the rope breaks it drops at my feet
some take this as a sign
something horrifying
something revealing humanities cruel truth
something as a sign of eternal suffering
I take it as a gift
idk
Kamron Sep 2018
I am the doctor of death
I am the sister of crime
I am the wind in the willows
Tis I the butcher of swine
For those for dispize me I am discreteful and for those do surprise me I am deceitful and for those who do not listen in my hands their skulls will glisten for deaths fury does not compare to mine. It creeps and chokes like a whispering vine slowly taking over till the end of time.
Kamron Sep 2018
I wait for you, by the riverside. By this two faced shore. I wait for you, never wanting less... never wanting more. I wait for you, I want for you, I crave the thought of you. You have left me here deserted and alone.You have made me something new. I'm empty, I'm cold, I'm deserted, I'm alone. Your pitiful love has only been a one way heavy load.  I've waited for you I've been here for you I've cared for you. But you have abandoned me on this desolate land. Sadly this is true.  If I could change, if I could improve,The last thing I'd do is come crawling back to you. I wait for you.I wait for you. I wait for you. I leave no space in my heart for you.
This is one of my most recent poems, it happens to be my favorite
Kamron Apr 2020
Pitter patter echoes over muffled chatter in the night
Laying together looking at the weather, clouds in endless flight
A calm charade, a masquerade; too disguised to fight
There must be some way
One of these days
We'll leave them all behind
There must be some way
One of these days
We'll leave them, take my hand, that is if you dont mind.
Idk I'm gay for my homies and so I wrote this for them
Kamron Sep 2018
When I was young in the suburbs. My dad never listened to my mom. He stole yelled got angry and it all felt so wrong. When I was young in the suburbs angry and in dismay. After years of abuse on Valentine's day. He invited his other family to play. He told them we were dead as if we didn't exist. But that was the last straw my mother still insist's. When I was young in the suburbs my life was sad, but now I'm grown and its not so bad. My mom's still here, my bad memories forgotten. But dad is dead because his kidneys were rotten. I could feel I couldn't see all this pain uninviting. All these feelings residing, beside and inside me. I'm fighting climbing rhyming. But I can't help these words stuck in my brain. There is so much pain. Awake screaming in bed, dads dead. and I can't explain what you've done to my head
Real life

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