Death Rattle

By: Cam (grave squid) Is it wrong of me to think of death? To want to die, Pretense, intensive analysis of what comes next. I’m not sure it matters, just the fact that its around the corner. Is it life or the crucifix? when I die, I want to go out with a noose around my neck, or a bullet to the heart, in a blaze of fire in a bank. What about an old saloon gun fight? To want to die is not the same as committing suicide. Its not the same of committing a crime. All it is, and … Continue reading Death Rattle

The Vase

Poem By: Cam (Mommy’s little Squid) My Mother, like a vase. Holding a bouquet of flowers, that nurtures their growth. Until the flowers wilt, and meticulously thrown into the void of space. I’m not sure if my mother ever took the Hippocratic Oath, But whatever she did to us kids wasn’t ever on purpose. Much like the vase’s innocence, Its incapable of releasing the water already inside it. My mother, did everything she could to embrace us, Like the flowers in the vase, it was a trap, cave, or pit. Someone that gave all her love to the point of … Continue reading The Vase

Couples Fight

By: Cam (Squid- Con) The first time we fought, we didn’t fight. We laughed, we yelled, we meticulously danced. Your words rang true, they were false, I said “lets fight!” both agreed. The con unleashed. But no one knew. The store was crowded, Sunday afternoon. A perfect setting for our pot to brew.  No one. All of them. Just right for us two. Fake like Streisand’s nose. Not entirely true. One listened with great detail, overhearing the stores working crew. “Would you like a fresh fruit blender?” The man tried to calm the storm. He had no idea what he’d … Continue reading Couples Fight