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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Stars

Stars dance before me
In low pixilation
But the wonder of it!
I could press my face
To the glowing screen
And forget I live
In this imperfect world.
Among the stars
Being lonely seems
More justified as
You are alone in
The void of space.
It is better that no one
Can hear you cry
From the lack of air,
Rather than no one
There who will care.

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Head above Water

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
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
Thetis

I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
Morning

And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
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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
Holding a Mirror

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
Cupping

Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
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Chronos

I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Love by Degrees

Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
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Silence

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

I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
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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…
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…
'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
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.



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