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TRENCHES

TRENCHES
 
Someone so limp
with fumbling sense
with craters
that hide
My wild being.
I’m being completely Honest
and yes this might very well be a love poem.
or lyrics
or just words that were trapped
in the trenches
of my throat.
But when the lights went out.
I cried.
Tears so enriched
that itched.
and everything far away
rawed my days.
and clawed my face.
And here,
he picks
and lifts me.
Loving me for who I am
and who I’ll become.
That never seemed attainable.
strange woes and irrational lows
that made days slow.
You dig me out
still carrying me off
to something that may very well be
or not.
but in the now
you speak of me
like a Lifted Monument.
how ironic since
I thought I was a suitless, ruthless
bastard
child
The Now has inspired
me.
delighted me.
Thank you
for bringing me back to even
ground.
thank you
thank you
for carrying me around
-Cam Ie

FIND ME

FIND ME
COME find me.
i’ll wait.
Reservation upheld
out of formality and
dry morality
find me.
where the pieces have
not quite falling.
they’re drawing
and im crawling
against the rigid film
of totality.
or reality.
how we exchange words
so callously.
it doesn’t matter
because we’d only love
easy.
cheaply.
and that doesn’t even matter.
With the wind
this freely
love passing on briefly.
Find me anyway.
no vows
and forever
another word
we’d choose to forget.
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