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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

Autres oeuvres par Johnny Cammish...
Butterfly

Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
Thetis

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

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
Silence

Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Trickle

walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
Moulding

I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
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
Disruption

Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Lights on the Hills

The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
 1
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…
Dulce et Decorum est Mori

Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
 1
You

In truth, There is no 'you’ You are but a lie, a clue You flatter yourself thinking, That my entire thought unceasing Is but on one individual,
 2
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
'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
Flowers

Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst



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