Young Hearts

A poem about learning to love, coping with loss and grief and standing on your own feet again after growing and maturing...

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"Young Hearts"

How fragile the heart can be in early days.

Nothing is what it seems and all is covered by a haze.

We trust and we become untrustworthy in an attempt to love.

We run and chase until we fall, being forced to look up above.

How terrible it is to take hold of something we desire but cannot keep.

How defeated our hearts feel when sinking so very deep.

One must taste the bitterness of failure before rising once more.

Being strong is our hope when we're unsure of what to fight for.

We're all lost souls, wandering through a life that feels like a dream.

Be cautious when showing your affection, for things are not always what they seem.

See, even a darling little girl could have a plan for your demise...

And, maybe the scary beast in the forest is really just an angel in disguise!

Do not let your heart wander away on a path of false hope.

Escape the chains of forgetfulness and learn how to cope.

Fall asleep with dreams of happiness in your mind.

The clock of time never stops to reset or to rewind.

The breeze runs its long fingers through your hair,

Whispering its secrets and its lonely despair.

All the time in the world belongs to you right here and now.

Learn the best way to spend it and try to teach others how.

        

           Copyright Casandra Camp 2012  

Liar

I wrote this poem about people that I've dealt with all throughout my life... people that are liars. I didn't write it in their honor, either. More like in their "dishonor" of being dishonest...

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"Liar"

Look at that little lie escaping from your lips.
You go around telling stories; your awful words making frequent trips.

Get your hand off my shoulder and get out of my way.
I can see straight through you and I know who you are today.

In your deceiving ways, oh, you think you're clever.
Falling for more tricks and empty promises is something I refuse to do forever.

Don't smile at me with that ugly mouth, from which spews nothing but poison and deception.
You want attention? Expressing disgust towards what you've become is my only exception.

I hear you banging and clawing at the door to my heart.
The key that once existed has now rusted; long ago did it fall apart.

Stop pretending to be someone you obviously never were before.
You may fool them, but I know what goes on in your mind and behind that closed door.

Go ahead and act without wisdom. Go ahead and step closer to your own demise.
I look at you and all I see is weakness; I can even see a hint of fear in your eyes.

Try as I may, try as I might, I have no more pity for your kind.
How can I pity people who go and make the eyes of their heart blind?

Like a child without any instruction, you run all around.
You'll be sorry when nobody comes to comfort you after you fall to the ground.

Do not come looking for me; I am yours to torture no more.
I've gone to where you cannot find me, somewhere that I can soar.

You're trapped by your own devices and you're consumed by your own hate.
I only hope that others can see the real you before it's too late.



Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Wispy Memory

Dedicated to anyone who has ever felt invisible...

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"Wispy Memory"

Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Will the world stand still for those whose time is fleeting?

Isn’t there something I can do?
Is it too late for me to find you?

The bells ring and the clocks tick.
While I’m waiting, the darkness becomes thick.

Walking out into the forest, I find myself unafraid.
The wind blows and the trees screech as I watch the animals form a parade.

They were not frightened when I walked right by.
I wondered if they had seen me… but maybe it was too dark by the night sky.

I lean down to pet a small, white rabbit;
But try as I may, I cannot grab it!

That’s when I started to become filled with fear.
The animals and the people don’t even know I’m here!

I was always curious as to why my friends no longer looked my direction;
And why whenever I looked in the mirror, I found no reflection.

I walked through the woods, being very much alone and confused.
I sat down next to a rock, picking flowers, feeling anything but amused.

It was only a short time until I discovered that I wasn’t alone after all.
The stone I had been sitting on was a tomb and the writing on it was very small.

I peered down at the words for a while, trying to understand.
When I saw the name of the person buried there, I dropped the rose that was in my hand.

The person buried underneath my feet had the same name as me.
How, oh how, can this possibly be?!

Something was out of place when I felt the same as any other time while standing in the snow.
It was odd how no matter what happened to me, no one’s concern seemed to show.

I never felt hot and I never felt cold.
Stories of things like this I had always been told.

I didn’t know what to do with myself, once I found out that I was a ghost.
This state of body is not something of which I would ever, ever boast.

My hands, though I had never noticed before, could be seen straight through.
Frustrated and devastated, I asked my being, “What has happened to you?”

I have no recollection of my last moment as someone that could be seen and heard.
I truly wish I could have someone udder to me one last word.

Accepting my current existence as a wispy memory;
I pick the rose back up and lay it on my tomb, saying goodbye to the old me.

Without hunger, without exhaustion, without anything but my freedom and I;
I travel deeper into the forest still, searching for someone to say a simple “Hi”.

I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know what to do;
All I know is that I’m searching... and that one day, I’ll find you...

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010