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Watch Me Do My Step

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Michael Camarata

Hold my hands, my love.
Dance with me.
Hold me down.
Grab my butt
And push your tongue
Against the top of my mouth.

I love when you hold me close.

Hold up!
You expect me to forget
And just let go of certain shit?
I hold grudges, you know.
Wanna grab some boob.

I just can’t seem
To let go of what’s in front of me here.
Buy me tacos and tell me I’m pretty,
But I think you’ve captured my heart.
Can I grab your booty?

Kiss and hold me for awhile.
Grip my waist.
Grab me by the neck
And slam me against the wall
Like you mean it.

Squee!!!

Trying to keep my grip here.
Life is short, after all.
I feel the grip of imposter syndrome most days,
But only cry
When I feel my grip on life slipping.

Now that I think of it, I kinda. . .
Ah, okay, my bad.
After all,
Who’s gonna hold me down better than I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mind Games

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Michael Camarata

Reconstructing intelligence
To empower the corporate agenda:

I am a self motivated person.
The 1st heart you encourage is your own.

I’m taking control of my destiny daily,
Harnessing my creativity
To become a top producer.

Ah, the benefits of self-esteem.
Very interesting!

I was simply born this way, you know.
Its all a mater of public record.

“Positive consequences
produce good future performances.”
That’s the sort of behavior
I try to encourage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Eternal Turmoil

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Michael Camarata

Let’s make an oil painting of anguish together,
A joyride of pain:
Obstacles racing about you
Through time.

I am in anguish in this flame,
But in the end
Elation overcomes exhaustion.
Let’s see if you can do it.
Think about what that means.
They won’t care.

I look back,
When I thought things were great,
And I recall crying.
Your words bordered on treason!
Now I’m ready
To be hunted & hounded
To death’s realm.

It is not precisely a happy memory,
You know.
Is it ok to force the anguish
Of a rapist’s child on a woman?

Rofl
Lmfao
Tweet about this,
Why don’t you?
Nothing brings more pain
Than the loss of a loved one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Effects

By

Michael Camarata

Ah, the psychoactive side effects of THC.
Jok-you-lar-i-tee
Couldn’t have said it any better.

The pizza hut buffet bar slowly blurs:
Faces Melt,
Nerves transform,
Anguish in every limb.
Good thing we have social media to keep us informed.

We push ourselves
Because we have to,
But the lack of quality sleep
Can lead to depression.

Some people have no choice about neatness, right?

Pain has a reflection.
Depression is part
Of the human experience.
Oh, the mental waste and anguish
Of wishing and not doing.

So happy to be home
For a long weekend.
It’s been a week of elation
And utter dread:
Sadness, happiness, depression.
Nothing captures full elation
Other than your dog
Welcoming you back home.
Evaluating options, still.

Help A Lover Out!

You say that you are pregnant,
But I have no idea
What to do with that information.
EXCITERROR!
It gave me a lot of anguish,
Disbelief and shock.

I can’t even begin
To describe the elation I feel,
Yet I know
I am going to be
In acute mental pain. . .
Just keep thinking
“Our problems
Are gonna all work out.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Forever Between Anguish and Joy

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Michael Camarata

Juices mingle with the sweat in my beard.
Oh happiness.
Oh excitement & joy!
Is it all for the sake of elation?

Why split hairs?
Anguish and suffering
Are going to hit me like a train
Soon Enough.
Dont worry.
This is normal.

A mixture of elation and confusion is common.
Untangle your disappointment.
We all walk a fine line
Between anguish and joy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Despondent

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Michael Camarata

Ready for this boat to sail.
That said, it meant the world to me.
The sheer elation was like no other.

Screams of anguish.

All that time and effort,
Always empty.
The anguish I feel can’t be described.
Are happy and anguish butterflies the same?

I live in an existential void.
Teeth devour me from within,
Tearing at me more and more.
It is an awesome feeling
And I hope you can capture
Something similar.

I’ve gone from sheer elation
To utterly despondent
In a matter of hours.
Is it weird I love the dentist?
Of course not.

I sit back and watch as we destroy the world…
Forever wishing to be someone’s everything,
But never getting there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This too Shall Pass

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Michael Camarata

The Truth?

Let go of the anguish, man.
Death, sure,
You can hang on to that all you want,
But not the anguish.
Uch!

And don’t let numbers determine your elation.
A 5 second exchange of smiles?
Who even cares about Monday?
This summer…this year
Has been crazy for us all, man:
Love, fear, anguish, joy, hate, passion.

Better days must ensue, man.
We are hipsters, after all.
With a little practice
We can learn to free ourselves
From this fear, anguish and loneliness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Normal After All

By

Michael Camarata

Heroes don’t pat themselves on the back
For a job well done.
You can’t expect brilliant people
To be less vulnerable to depression.
Freedom of choice, my friend.

How long is it supposed to take
To recover from the feelings of loss and anguish anyways?
Mood can often veer towards despair
When taking life into your own hands.

We hide the roller-coaster of our lives,
Our horrification.
From absolute elation to utmost desolation,
We strive
To somehow be “normal,”
To maintain a path somewhere in between
Elation and depression.

There are moments I want to scream!
Instead I whimper a bit and smile.
Beneath the mask
I see a giving, humble and beautiful person…
Flawed, yes.
But then, aren’t we all?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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To be in Your Arms Once More

By

Michael Camarata

I will assign gravity to your rotation:
From outrage to sadness.
After suicide, elation is scarce
And long nights fill the fleeting day,
Luring friends to process appetites.

No longer can I hide
My disappointment,
My anguish.

Had a dream last night
That I was in your arms again.
No better love!
My elation knew no bounds.
Then I woke to silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In Another’s Words

By

Michael Camarata

Her face is full of so much pain.
I’ll lose myself,
Admit the anguish
Out of respect for odd moments.

Teeth devour from within
And still the skin remains dry
As if tanned.

I’ve said it a hundred times!
I know the reason they are getting killed.
The devil is in the lie.

Gone is total dejection.
I miss the thrill of the hunt.

“Lay out the drub!”
Screams of joy, excitement & fun.
Unredeemed-elation.

Human beings must live in anguish.
The agonies which are
Have their origin in the ecstasies
Of past bliss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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