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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Holding a Mirror

There are those
So full of life that
Even my cynicism
cannot be matched
You are such, and
Such perfect joy
And caring with
Smiles so genuine
And pure how can I
Not smile in return?
You are always
A reminder of the
Joys of living,
And your friendship
Is crystal, reflecting
Beautiful Light into
The darkest of moments
I will ever be there to
Hold a mirror for you,
If you feel yourself
lost in the dark

Autres oeuvres par Johnny Cammish...
Silence

Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Pages

The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…
Airy Nothing

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
To Pestering

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
Crushed Flowers

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
Sorry

From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
 1
Flowers

Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
Lakeside

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
In Jest, I Joke

'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy
Socks

Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
 1
Prometheus

Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
 1
Lights on the Hills

The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
 1
Waiting

Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
 1
Tea

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
Trickle

walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me



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