Camoomelish's profile
AGE:
19
LOC: West Kingston, RI
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 15
LOC: West Kingston, RI
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 15
I want to meet Lou Reed’s son. I am constantly anxious, seek people out with an echolocation of chaos, and have a sick fascination with contorting fingers and toes. I am inclined to lie in bed all day reading De Nerval and drinking lemon barley water.
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When She said please Leave, he sloshed on the ground Which was once a pristine mound Of snow But which is now claret I love you, he Said And I love how awareness is not For you or For little Jane under the table Or the cat bathed In dust
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On the plus side Mother could sleep When I could not The way we carried Ourselves Would have made Pincushions blush, And mother Stopped the nursing child With knots of the wrists And thighs Now, she could sleep Even when the cold eats the child And the spiced oranges
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Grandpa Put me in the sink And as I cried for halt I could hear an expired Glass rearranging itself But no matter Grandpa Put me in the sink And I will never be dry again
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He smiled so much His face fell off So we sewed it back together With silver thread Rusted He cried when he saw it He was now a railroad The fruit of concern, Not a whim And we all loved apricots
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When the winds were summoned Town was left desprouted and smoking Yet orderly Farmer, should we ignore this mess like bad milk? Town is bad milk Town is now Sunday morning strawberry picking Where is your Asperger’s caress now?
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I quite like it. Generally speaking, I am usually not that keen on rhyming poetry. However, I really like the imagery here. It creates this contrasting image in the head of noise versus silence...which is pretty hard to do. Nice job.
This was interesting, but I feel like it was lacking something. I felt like your word choices were fantastic, but your subject matter seems too preachy. Perhaps it is just me. I tend to not enjoy poems that preach to the reader. However, some do. I say play around with you imagery, as you have a knack for it, and see where it takes you.
I truly enjoyed this. The imagery was incredibly haunting...yet done in a way that made the grotesque seem beautiful. I intend to read more of your work. I absolutely loved this piece...great job.
This poem flows very beautifully, and I love the imagery. "Feminine wiles and papyrus dreams"...aghhh I love it. I think that certain parts of the poem are slightly awkward (the last few lines and "This lock in my mind/ Driving me to your kind/ Can be) but they can be cleared up easily. Altogether you definitely do have talent worth shaping. Nice work.
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