this is something i made

camp fire

kaemo:

If everything as it were now
Life would be worth living
However everyday changes
And despite what will transpire
We can at least notice we’ve the ability to create something
From nothing more than just perception

camp fire

If everything as it were now
Life would be worth living
However everyday changes
And despite what will transpire
We can at least notice we’ve the ability to create something
From nothing more than just perception

Flowers Bloom

impassable to thoughts

That transcended through 

An intricate existence

The flower perished

The merciless snow-season 

Took the sun from

You, spring bailed in like a wind,

yet compassion and thin.

In no time the summer would have to begin.

The flower bloomed like before

An immaculate perseverance 

A quintessential resurrection.

How beautifully similar

To the human condition.


- kaymo

everything

It’s been a long time that I’ve sat here,
trying to write something prolific
It’s been a long time that I’ve sat here
wondering what it’s like to be loved by somebody.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt
what the warmth of love feels like


my memory sings of blankets
all coddled and tight
holding each other during these depths of night
the warmth of another from ears, lips, the touch of our toes
our legs and our hearts would entwine
we were the walls and they were the vines.


those summer nights spent under stars in the sky
the cold Decembers in beds, warming each other
the true gift wasn’t given, it was merely one another
the fall we fell in love, lost and shy
stumbling upon words, we would fall into ourselves.
a spring where the flowers bloomed and with the rain-
our heart molded together
it was funny how we changed according to weather.

- kaymo