Category Archives: WRITING POETRY LOVE

COMPELLING

I’m only tempted because I’m laid
Across the frontlines.
Trying the best to hide
from things and hims
That no longer hold me.
Carrying buckets of water
To oceans that im in debt to
Or diving off ridges
That make minutes forgettable.
How insatiable and crippling.
Incapacitating reason
While theories form shapes.
Form Bodies that aren’t consistent
With the value of my now.
I’m only tempted.
But restrictions place me
At 180 degrees.
Pride and unreliable instincts
Reduce sencereity and contact.
I want you.
Or needed you to validate my use.
-Cam ie

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JUNK

I wont say it again
because I’ve said it before
when I wanted it.
Tantalizing
yet driven
mastermind it
until I get it.
But I lose things as
quickly as they arrive.
I apologize in advance.
and want to say sorry
for all the fucked up things
I refuse to say in words.
and my passive aggression
is present
I’ll try to keep it at bay.
where I keep most things.
old things.
overused words, thoughts, phrases
released into oceans
Because theres never much use for them anyway.
-Cam ie

RETRACTION

RETRACTION
 
Can I please retract the last fact
and please excuse me for the
cautious confusion …
and for misinformation
for me placing
my heart
between my thighs.
and I should have realized
how turning tables
sum up the world
like objects on a tight rope.
plummeting
and summoning
anything attainable.
misrepresentation and
desperation …
coming from a lonely place
far out and far too long
with impulsive wrongs
placing me
in the center of a laughing crowd.
 
–Cam ie

LOTUS

LOTUS

Unfold me.
Dont dispose of me.
Grow me.
Slowly
and watch my everything
unfold
like and untold
Moral folklore.
If I spoke more.
Maybe you can see
My life is of Thorns.
Bring me
into your world.
I only float occationally
and maybe
if you can see past my
crazy
I’ll reveal every color
even if by Two.
Its you
that drives me into
a Snow globe.
I’ve been exposed.
But if you take me home
we’ll forget my restless
understanding.
– CAM IE

How can I write
with this much spite.
and everything black
or grey will tear a hole
right through you.
I see right through you.
Intuitive
knew I should
of saw a fugitive
in the wake of my development.
Shallow men
manage to asphyxiate
Battle fate.
a subconscious state.
a conscious take.
Even if existence is real
they forget to wonder.
inches of water.
I saw her
the woman in me
just drown
down girl.
around girl.
You’ll be sound girl.
-cam ie

NOSTALGIA iii

Compressing the child
Because shes been gone awhile/
passive aggression
crowned in my right vein/
But don’t stress nostalgia.
Psychosis, and roses
Padded walls in the left brain.
Repression
My mind too numb
Or too dumb
So fuck it/
Place my lungs in the sun
when I run
its a blessing
Escorted by authority

i’m way too drunk
Waiting in purgatory

im way too numb.
— Cam Ie