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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Shadows

It’s been said that
I’d love a shadow
If it smiled at me.
I smile and agree:
Talking to people
Online is like
Talking to shadows
And I met you
In person first -
I have seen you
In flesh and
I was awed
Even before your
Lips met mine
So if I can love
Your shadow -
I can love your all

Autres oeuvres par Johnny Cammish...
Aluminium Cans

A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
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Huddersfield

Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…
Safety

An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
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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
Free Range Eggs

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
The Woods

These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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Caught

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Blink

As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
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Chronos

I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Diamond

Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…
Earlier

I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
To Pestering

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

The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
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Lips

Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
False Memories

I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…



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