Author Archives: Cami*Star

About Cami*Star

I am an onion, peeled with many layers. My mind is an ever-flowing thinking machine. I love writing all my thoughts on paper and some get published here on my blog. I am a deep thinker, which brings along deep feelings-positively for the most part! I am a feminist, poet, writer, blogger, parent of two beautiful girls, a special education teacher, a lover, a friend, a daughter, a sister and most importantly a spiritual warrior! Thank you for reading All About Me and checking out my blog! Much appreciation from your truly, Cami*Star

A fairy Tale As Silly as it May Be

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A fairy Tale
As silly as it may be.

In the Spring of the light,
Many centuries ago,
HER petals fell as
rain bent HER crown,

Darkened skies,
Lightning bolts,
Wilted petals in need
of a bright sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HER smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
One Wintery night,
Many years ago,
HIS twigs began to
freeze as icicles
froze HIS crown,

Gray’ish skies,
Bolts of hail,
Crackened twigs in
need of a light sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HIS smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
*Two
worlds
collide
into
one*

He drenched her petals,
She mended his twigs,
As
they
intertwined
with
one
another,

A Fairy Tale as
Silly as it may be.

You and Me.

@camistar.com

Life is Growth

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Life is growth. Growth is life. No matter what is ahead of us, we still grow. We grow in heat. We grow in cold. We grow with a beat. We grow when bold. We grow with wheat. We grow when told. We grow in feet. We grow when sold. Regardless of our road, be it an animal, plant, flower or being, we grow, never be un-told.

-camistar.com

Demise

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He weeps at his own internal mess.

Internal dysfunction or plain pain of his life demis.

Paranoia cries with imaginary. He told it to leave, but it lingers.

Monsters eat at his brain, nibbling until his eyes rest.

Tears of pain burn his cheeks. His soul is on fire. No desires.

Eyes of worry, sights of flying clouds. When will it end?

Alone. Internally alone. Drugs. He wants drugs. Pain go away.

Branches. He wants them to take him. Puncture him.

Physical pain will settle his mind.

Paranoia. Flying gypsies. Crawling whispers flowing up to his nostrils.

His heart is full of love. His soul is full of fluttering butterflies.

Can’t escape.

Where is the laughter? Internal laughter.

Outer layers are fake.

Paranoia.

One sip of his whiskey, one step out of the dark, the warm sun glitters his day.

8 hours is his only life. He is awake. He is aware.

Until he goes back into his dark cave.

Life.

Demise.

Disgust.

Goodnight.

Anxiety Delights

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imagesSounds of life, social laughs, grunts of disappointment, annoying remarks.

There he is succumbed by his own eye flickering.  Sounds of life swirl into his ears drums as they puncture his senses. Overload.

He ignores the pain as yellow discharge swooshes out of his ears in an attempt to deal with the laughter.

Sights of life, kids dancing, couples kissing, family talking.

Beauty. He embraces it. He loves it yet the pumping blood in his body freezes his movement. He is frozen in time wanting to dance with laughter yet he is glued down.

He speaks in tongues, he has on his mask of delight.

Neighbors will never know the anxiety displayed in every cell of his body.