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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Holding a Mirror

There are those
So full of life that
Even my cynicism
cannot be matched
You are such, and
Such perfect joy
And caring with
Smiles so genuine
And pure how can I
Not smile in return?
You are always
A reminder of the
Joys of living,
And your friendship
Is crystal, reflecting
Beautiful Light into
The darkest of moments
I will ever be there to
Hold a mirror for you,
If you feel yourself
lost in the dark

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Crushed Flowers

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
Caught

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Diamond

Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…
Icarus

Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being
Cathedral

In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
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Waiting

Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
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Blossom

Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Detachment

How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
Motley

Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
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Thetis

I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
Coffee

Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
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Airy Nothing

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
Lakeside

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Mostly Legs

I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
The Pursuit of Happiness

Happiness is an elusive beast it is best not to pursue it through foliage and fen You’ll never catch sight of it tha… Instead, wait in darkness and bait…
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