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My Poems

A fair warning for all of you- these are not happy poems. Cammie's mind is a deep, dark, and scary place. You've been warned.


The Woman on the Street
When I looked out my
window to the sky,
the woman on the street
said tommorrow never comes.
When I walked on the clouds
in my dreams, the woman
on the street said tommorrow
never comes.
When I gazed at the
man of my heart the
woman on the street said
tommorow never comes.
When I looked at my
face and my eyes, the
woman on the street said
tommorrow never comes.
When I walked into
a truck and sprouted wings,
the woman on the street
said yesterday has passed.


Departure
Your gift is me, I said
his eyes closed, filled with tears
the child's eyes were covered
my soul was in that kiss
he understood, no one else.


(Untitled 1)
We do not laugh for fear of seeming
immature
We do not hug for fear of being seen
We do not pray for fear of the athiests
We do not like the people who are most like us
for fear of being unpopular
We do not sing of the joy in our hearts, but of the
depression on our faces
We do not wear our feelings for fear of the
ones around us
We do not love our parents for fear of our "friends"
We are no longer capable of being ourselves
So please forgive us if we don't speak
We only wish to be the worst, to be
normal.


(Untitled 2)
Does anyone know what happened to me?
I just laid down and found no
reason to get back up.
I hope someone finds me someday.
Yes, I'm sorry too
yes, you can take my stereo.
Where are my friends? you say.
Oh, I don't know.
They faded into the woodwork
months ago
and after that I just couldn't
find them.
So, I fell asleep
and choose not to wake up.


Life's Cruelty
Are you ever bored with
life?
Every time you try to do
something you do it wrong.
when life turns it's back
on you do you turn your
back on it?
Does life set you free or
contain you?


Fire Soul
As the sun rises
her face glows
not by the sun but
of her own
fire inside


(Untitled 3)
No one can tell me what I'm like
because no one knows me
they don't know how I feel
they don't know why I cry
why should I even exist if no one will hear me
If no one will look past the outside
and find the real me
If they're too lazy to even try
I won't bother.
They may be happy sitting there insulting people but they don't know
they could never even have a decent relationship
with anyone because
they can't be trusted
and they can't be counted on and
they are incapable of loving someone who doesn't act or look
like them
I sometimes wish they would turn on each other
see how it feels to be slapped
in the heart
to die inwardly but be forced to survive outwardly
to sit and sob just because they are
alive.
They wouldn't be able to take it
we are the strong ones
we who stay alive through our pain
we who stand alone and
watch them as they laugh
and the hardest thing to do
is not to cry
They laugh as they watch us and walk away
with their "friends" who would desert them
at the slightest sign of pain
and they stand and they laugh and
we cry.
And I shake with the violence I fear
and I want to shake someone
and all I can do is stare at my hands
as my eyes tear up and
I hate myself for not hitting them
so I guess they have won.


Mercy Obtained
A merciful hand reached out to touch me
I see it
I know it
yet I back away
a fear of change
keeps love from me


(Untitled 4)
Last night I laid down and cried
I begged to the wall for help
and I just whispered "I want to go home"
and I didn't know why
and I know the tears had been there
for months but they chose to come last night
and with my face buried in the carpet
I screamed silently
and someone answered


(Untitled 5)
I wish I wish I wish
if only...
I should've
well, time can't change
and neither can people
I'm sorry if I hurt you
but you know you hurt me
it's so painful
that I can't feel it anymore
and it makes me weep
long and hard
inside
so when I look for courage
there's nothing left
and I weep more


Hopelessness only comes to those who once had hope- this means they can have hope again.


No Angels
I am borne upon the wings of this music
giant, white, feathered wings
that sprout from my back
and carry me
beyond everything
beyond depression, beyond blood, beyond all modesty
and I can see the world
and it's so beautiful from above
these wings, wings of music, of poetry,
of beauty
and I feel I can lift the hurting
into the air
and they will join me
and we will soar
so much higher than the rest
we're no angels, but this moment
is ours


(Untitled 6)
The cold is blinding
and I can't find the floor
The darkness is endless
I'm standing on a cliff
there is death if I go foreward
there is death if I go back
only time will tell
which I would prefer


(Untitled 7)
Courage is not
pulling the trigger
swallowing the pills
tying the rope
stepping off the edge
Courage is
taking the gun out of your mouth
putting the pills back in the box
taking off the noose
walking back home
and waiting for tommorow


I am happy here with my family. I haven't been happy for a while.


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