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  • my eyes (only)

  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Not My Guy

    One foot in, Two steps out, The story of Him and I I’d cry, But then I’d lie, He was never my guy ©camistar 2015

  • Lies of Life

    I have no motivation to participate in this precocious thing we call Lies of Life. 

  • Obliteration

    I wish you could see through my lens, where floating hearts are dispersed, when nightly wishes are immersed to only be disdained to obliteration. ©Cami*Star 2015

  • Night Sky

    Night sky. Bright moon. Lit stars Night sky Favorite lights Tonight Alright Bright moon My toon My room Glowing boom Lit stars Too far Maybe Mars Night hearts Night sky. Bright moon. Lit stars.

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