Camille+Morton

  “Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry”.-Unknown This is one of my favorite quotes because I felt a connection with it; it says that even the strong can become weak.  Table Of Content: An Ode to You Fragile (Ghazal) Untitled (Sonnet) Who am I when it comes down to writing Maya Angelou Still I Rise Phenomenal Women Touched By an Angel



  __An Ode to You __

Our love comes and goes like seasons Break Ups to Make Ups that all we do The one I think about each day I wake up And the one I see in my dreams I give you my heart to keep Whispering, “I love you baby” in my ear Kissing me softly on the check Your strong hands around my waist Every time we touch I get weak 8You and only you, you are my world, my sun and moon Damn baby you’re my everything You’re the sweetest thing I know



__//Fragile //__//

I’m fragile and hopeless; please don’t hurt me Promises broken, why am I no less; please don’t hurt me I can’t remember life without him; I think I did have good days You treated my heart careless; please don’t hurt me Why do I love you when you don’t give a damn about me? Hopeless is what you call me, no less is what I become. My life become pointless; please don’t hurt me I whisper I love you when you walk away You say those words that make me cry. I always wonder how you could be so fearless; please don’t hurt me I pour my heart and soul out to you, all my secrets and lies Looking around my room at pictures on the walls and I feel the loneness; please don’t hurt me. My heart can’t take the pain If I don’t have you I have no reason to breathe, my life is worthless; please don’t hurt me I try to hold back my tears and think about the good days You breathed life in my heart but you took it from me the day you walked away, I am helpless; please don’t hurt me // //Confessed heart and unspoken words are all that is left in my head, Each word that went unsaid is useless; Please Please Don't hurt Me // 

 Untitled <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center; font-size: 110%;"> <span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> <span style="display: block; font-size: 90%; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-size: 140%; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 246, 246);"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center; font-size: 110%;"> <span style="display: block; font-size: 140%; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center; color: rgb(136, 246, 246);">Pain rips through her soulTears ran down her faceShe is trying to keep her heart whole. When all she wants to do is go home to grace.No one knows the pain inside. She’s tried of trying to erase the past when the past seems to follow There are tears that are left un-dried and times she wished she cried. Hiding the past inside, her heart became hollowWho is this girl, this lonely soul? Sadly that GIRL is ME

<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: rgb(2, 197, 143); font-size: 180%;"> Who I when it comes down to writing: I’m not a poet and I know it. I am more of the story writing type, I write about things that are close to my heart. Writing to me is a way to let out some of the emotions that hide inside my heart. I have one rule for my writing and that is to have fun, when I write I don’t think about the guide lines or the grammar behind it, I just write. My writing isn’t for anyone, I write for me. In a lot of my writing I go back in the past and try to give insight to why the event is occurring.

Maya Angelou: Maya Angelou is a poet that is one of the kind her style of writing has inspirited many, young and old. Her own style of writing in my opinion is using similes and metaphor. Some of my favorite poems by Ms. Angelou are “Touched by an Angel ”and “Phenomenal Women” and “Still I Rise”. With each poem Ms. Angelou shows her talent differently, in the poem Phenomenal she repeats the line “Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me” she is saying that she is a woman that is strong, through out her poem people have an idea of what beauty is, Ms. Angelou is saying that you don’t have to look like those things to be beautiful.

<span style="background-color: rgb(246, 255, 138);">Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

<span style="background-color: rgb(252, 252, 177);">Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.



<span style="background-color: rgb(250, 255, 122);"> Touch By an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.



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