Cameron

* Is it true what you've said about love? ** Trace your fingers across the line of her jaw, up her hairline and touch her quivering lips As her breath ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

It is peaceful here The soft ground littered with pine needles The pines reaching up into the darkened glade Foreboding, until you enter And it seems that you are swallowed ...

There is another within me. He is a wild man, Laughing and cavorting around in merriment; Brothers we are This man that lives in me is a wise man, Yet ...

The passage of time is difficult to illustrate. Can it be summed up in a matter of instances; those few choice moments that left a lasting impression, those that didn’t ...

A storm approaches to strip me of my childhood. I can feel it like the tension in a room, before the exchange of angry words. No longer are there monsters ...

Is heaven reserved only for those with a gleam of divinity in their eyes? Only for those able to grapple the fact that they are damned— (damn fools) or rather ...

My floor is littered with the pages of things left unsaid, muffled voices that still call out from empty closets unceasingly wishing to be heard, but I will not allow ...

i exist within the feelings that cant be expressed, spoken, utterd, articulated Bbecause of this incessent blundering that comes when youre thoudts are the only thing(s) that makes cents to ...

Lost in transition between parking spaces, that lie neither here nor there, but somewhere up ahead-- along the crossroads of a moment yet to come, that still is veiled in ...

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

Ever wonder if everything as we know it is divisible by three-- the father, son and holy ghost? Lying awake you ponder this as your father groans in pain as ...

Cast shadows with finger puppetswith quick flashes of radiationundulating over cancerous parasites--skeletal figures rearing like ravenous[h]olocaust survivors, as skin stretches too tightly over miss

We sit along blackened brick walls, playing old records while broken guitar strings— [play melancholy] husky voices singing into whisky bottles. As we sit speaking only in parables, tracing our ...

We are but sinners in the hands of an angry god, upheld by no more than his mere pleasure. A conflagration smolders in eyes of malice, while the damned lie ...

˜This dream is tailor made," you whisper beneath a brooding sky: weathered cornstalks set in contrast to the darker firmament. ˜Only for a moment," she tells you: trailing fingers tracing ...

The coming of the new day: the Rapture to our fragile state of mind. A faith so compromised, we write our own prophetic verses; cryptic scratches in our journals— amounting ...

We are the real: behind this chain-linked fence whose clasping fingers bar our way and sharpened razor wire cuts the observant sky ethereal. These yellow, tarnished walls still glimmer, wet ...

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“Let’s try this one more time with feeling” A utopia of artists that yearn and ache, swoon and paint in scarlet hues, erratic slashes at the dripping canvas. The poet ...

Music stirs on the trembling blades of grass, a symphony erupts on evening's folded head. Melodic whispers from the swaying reeds, drunk on dew that hangs from budding leaves. Bull ...

We snap our fingers into flame, calling for another shot to douse our heathen throats in tequila spirits; stumbling off our moral equator, that runs just south of Jalisco. Dipping ...

Azure irises curve the length of the world, glinting wonder cascading down in colors that evade the artists’ palette. Wild and untamed, bent from strain; his feelings soar with eagles ...

He sat at the farthest table in the corner, stirring his coffee, silently reprimanding himself for having chosen the most tasteful café for his rendezvous with Sandra. Every so often ...

War is the systematic slaughter of the innocent,.....tied and bound under what is considered......sometimes as mass genocide,......politicians wage wars, so do......tyrants command armies to wars cour

I sit and wonder at the purpose in the movement of this dance, lining the floor plan of our lives with faded footprints in the sand. God, wouldn’t it be ...

Jaz He sat with his back to the bar, with his feet tucked beneath the stool. His wavy brown hair hung in curls around his forehead, and his sharp hazel ...

You were never more than a hang up on the answering machine; a missed call, a series of mechanical bleeps and blurbs, compelled to voice by the prompting of my ...

The discomfited fidgeting in my hand, the twitch as my fingers rub the door frame, five times too many, five times too many, five times too many. and again. While ...

You offer a quick nod to the passer-by; your humanity obliged to acknowledge the humanity in another. Racing down florescent subway tunnels, you divert your eyes to watch the flicker ...

Today the sixth of March, the rushing Tiber staggers ‘cross the rocky mountain groves and moves towards the somber valley of Casentino. Artistic talent wielded in his hand, he wrought ...

‘Tis said that at the zenith of our clashing love we see things as they truly are, untouched by the feral nature of the human heart, sweet seconds pass and ...

We drop our prayers into the mirrored blue and watch them ripple out in arcs across the stars, because here we are never more than inches below gravity, rattling the ...

The silence is a room you’ve moved into, with jaundiced wallpaper and iron cast windows that don’t quite keep the draft out --or the light in. Here the whispering is ...

The equivalent of an island adrift in a passionate sea: we are the rock of reason sinking into what the senses lack --imagination. An oil spill that ebbs and flows ...

The living martyrs of our craft, we unhinge stars, peel leaf after stunned leaf from our ripened minds. We have seen what others failed to see: that which lies somewhere ...

Remember when you whispered forever, and I heard your voice as a drowning man hears the people on the shore --a whisper that dances like moonlight on the ripples of ...

Our fingers brush but fail to touch the inner sanctum of the soul; that beauty for which the body yearns. The candid liqueur of a poet’s speech that undrapes our ...

Andrew Lights flickered and wincing he extended a hand to shield his eyes from their brightness. There was an instant of confusion before he remembered where he was. He went ...

We wish to acquit ourselves of purpose, and tumble off the verge in teardrops; cascading over silver waterfalls at the ......................... world’s edge. The dawn of man is marked by ...

It seems that here the world has never quite caught its breath or relinquished the relics of its past. It hints at its renaissance in the meandering cobblestones and the ...

Babylon watched the golden hand carve out their doom, usurp them from prominence and clip their guardian angel’s wings as the dust with its million hungry mouths devoured their history, ...

governed by that existential factor. unrelentingly precise, the logistics are laid out in symbiotic perfection, the white chalk blatantly deliberate on the blackboard. there is no room for life betwee

- Synaesthesia is a condition in which one type of sensory stimulation evokes the sensation of another, in some cases triggering the perception of vivid colour. Creation is obsolete in ...

step lightly cross the stony path, past the crooked trees that cannot live in such thin air, us weathered travelers enshrined in myth; the tavern whisperings of those who say ...

Oh Aphrodite Oh Aphrodite; the star spinning, elusive pursuit, you who strike eyes like the dew drop sprinkling of light, the blush of flame that rouses the brush to spark, ...

The patient lies in sullied rags, stained with sweat, that smell of days discarded in the august heat. Beating wrists choke the spawn from Satan’s snake, a fever quakes the ...

The happiest days of my life: sun, unfiltered, cascading through the vacant windows. A tender gaze of light, a silk sheet with which to shelter our nakedness in glorious sincerity. ...

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Little blue birds softly singing, softly singing up in the trees; up in their nests they cannot bring themselves to fly, must instead be thrown into the dazzling space of ...

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Little girls dance barefoot under an audience of stars, curtseying beneath the broken back of the moon. Their small feet skipping down the straight and narrow crest of moonlight, the ...

*Found this in a bottom drawer. Not sure whether it's a touch too confessional and/or pretentious. Comments? breath held the world may quiet, still. Unzip these eyes. Douse with color ...