Biography of kamryn chew
I grew up a dreamer, and a writer. So I combine these traits and bare my soul in each piece of my work. Being a poet has always been my dream. I live my life like a poem.
kamryn chew Poems
As We Bask In Sorrow
While recently having a conversation with a friend, we discussed 'basking in sorrow, ' which by definition, is an oxymoron.. bask meaning to take great pleasure or satisfaction; and sorrow meaning loss or despair. It is possible to bask in sorrow. While for one reason or another, sadness consumes you, at the same time you could be quite happy. For example; I am naturally a happy person. Therefor while I may feel constant sadness about a certain situation, I may still be basking; or somewhat happy. (smiling, laughing, having a good time) Many people have a sadness inside them that is hidden, or in the back of their mind at all times. These people are probably happy, can have fun, and seem to be in good cheer, while the sadness is still there, in their minds or hearts.
A Feeling Of Loneliness
Little drops fall from the night time sky Tears that glisten upon the windowpane Tiny treasures from the heavens that cry A thousand small voices calling my name
Ode To The Only Person Who Ever Truly Un...
Two kindred hearts linger upon a dream Yearning to have that single perfect thing Which happens when two hearts become as one But the possibilities seem slim to none
A Final Word Of The Love I Hold.
Old Tree And Sweet Tire Swing
A single memory often returns to my mind From the days of my early childhood Of a tree in my grandmother's front yard That for years held an old tire swing
Ode To Zion.
Escape. Freedom to breathe, to be with myself. Experience. Meeting someone new, becoming friends.
As My Hope Dangles In Midair.
I hope to see you some random day. To see you walking, To take your breath away. I hope you smile, and we start to talk.
My Hope Fades Like The Darkness Into Lig...
Gentle Rain falls on my face. the night creeps upon me, the noise fading into silence. a secret treasure upon my lips.
A Yellow Moon Hung Low Will Only Tell Th...
There is a cloudy yellow moon Hanging low in the sky tonight It tells the tale of a young lady With hopes that soar too high
The Lung Capacity Of A Soul
Standing looking in the mirror today I began to wonder at the simple way My chest rose and fell all on its own Similar to the way the soul works when its all alone
The Flesh Will Echo Its Hateful Words
Hateful words echo in my ears Anger burns out into flowing tears People who I once would defend Are liars and fakes and so it ends
Ode To A Hazelnut
Hailey Nicole met me five years ago And I didnt like her, but I didnt know That she would become my best friend And we would form a bond to last til the end
A Midmorning Heartbreak
A midmorning heartbreak Caught me today On my way out the door I realized that the state I am in
A Member Of The Innocent
He Walked Me Home
You have the ability to catch my attention
Your confident manner and should i mention
Your good taste in music really intrigued me
And I wondered what else possibly could be
Hidden beneath the sly smile and witty replies
Of an interesting man with unreadable eyes
Who asked me if I could write him a poem
That describes him well though i barely know him