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C Campbell's Writings

Poem
Apr.07.2011
The plans I laid And promises I made Echo across new avenues As I search a way To hold my word in faith   But I think this time Like every time I said I gave my word to you But Fate declared it dead There is nothing left to hold on to   The roads they call, they cry And I harken to heed My feet upon them willing My eyes upon them ready My frightened...
Short Story
Oct.13.2010
                “What’s wrong with you?” Marija asked as she set a little cup of Cuban coffee in front of me.                 “I had this awful conversation last night,” I replied groggily peeling my face off my hands and reaching for the miniature cup of caffeinated goodness. Full of sugar, full of coffee, full of erasing last night’s late night...
Poem
Mar.01.2010
Blossom now from wrecked alabaster Cold and pretty from the dust I blew away the danger But the fear is still to come Over me and you And all who hear the drum   We swam to far blue islands Corals at our feet We choked upon the sand And blasted through green ways Me and you together These distant summer days   Appear in scathing legions I know today what was to...
Poem
Feb.18.2010
In the earth, in the deep In the place where demons sleep Where the river circles 'round Where curséd dead can be found In the castle, in the palace There reeks a never-ending malice   He seethes, he sulks, he screams He sees her laughing in his dreams In the autumn, spring and summer Troubled be his godly slumber   Then the winter snows fall down And...
Poem
Feb.18.2010
Deep in the city’s sleeping drone She wept like a forgotten dream Silent and subservient At the mercy of her origins Maybe sleep leads to oblivion   Arise the sun to set the stage But away now she rests in purgatory Unable to move, unable to breath Waiting for the clash of thunder The breath of change To give her life again   Still in the bosom of the...
Poem
Feb.18.2010
Deep was the underground Stretching to the flames Of Hell’s hungry surface Maybe the fury sprung at last Gutted the city with fire   But the towers still stand Blocking out the sun The trees are still here Wanting desperately to survive What happened here?   A life left, a skinny cat Mewing and breathing That is all, that is almost done In the dying...
Poem
Feb.18.2010
Forty minutes till midnight And now the oil burns low The tiny flame it holds threatens Simpers a tiny warning that dark Will soon swoop down What love I had will be gone Carried to some distant glory Faded with time and overdrawn lust Passion for a feeling long ago Like dowry spent in greed   A new song dies on the lips of pigs Resorting to screams for food...