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carson_collins47
24/F I am enough.
Oh, how sweet tea heals my soul. What say I mix it up? From a glass to a bowl. With freshly squeezed lemon, and ice that's so cold, it freezes my hand. This drink that I hold. The days are so hot, I cry and I plea, "I just need my drink, My darling, Sweet Tea!"
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Sweet Tea
I'm hanging on by a thread because of words that you said You say you didn't mean it Don't want to see me cry There's pain inside my voice whenever I ask you why? I knew that you had loved me when you saw me at first glance So why did you do these things to me when I gave you a second chance
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
Second Chance
You were The Magician Of course I was The Rabbit You locked me in a cage Said, "No one else can have it" You love to trick the crowd Showing off your every Illusion But The Rabbit sees through your lies Abracadabra: There's no confusion
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
The Magician and The Rabbit
I'm hanging on by a thread Because of words that you said You say you didn't mean it Don't want to see me cry There's pain inside my voice Whenever I ask you why I knew that you loved me When you saw me at first glance So why did you do these things to me When I gave you a second chance
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
Second Chance
“I’m tired.” A phrase that holds a thousand secrets Guys... I’m tired.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
I’m tired.
Is it just me, or does anyone else get constant visits of the ghost of Christmas Past...
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Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
Living in the Past
Small movements of the chest in and out She's trying her best Small rolling of the tear down her face No one wants to hear Small shiver of the hand up and down So cold she can't stand Small tap of the feet as she cries all 'cause of a tweet
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Today's Problem
The sun beats down with burning rays atop a desert sand. Nothing moves, there is no sound, among the Earth's dryland. The hard ground cracks a little more as the days get hotter. Only a snake sits by a pool of freshly cold spring water. The water provides the snake with life without it, he would die. But the snake sees something else: a pool he can't deny. For it had trees that shaded him, more comfortable a space. But this pool was not as pure no not as much in grace. Either way, the snake moved on across that pool of shade, giving in to all temptations that the water made. He was never unhappy and stayed for quite a while. For the pool was something new whose looks would all beguile. Until one day, the snake woke up and found the water gone. For all that was left- a pile of dirt, and nothing to count on. And so he went back to the place for which he had vacated. Alas he found, it too was ground. The pool evaporated. The snake grew frantic. Filled with panic, his life had reached it's deadline. The warmth was gone. He'd never see dawn. So long, the Desert Sunshine.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
Desert Sunshine
I'm on a boat above the ocean The waves start crashing in The boat is old and filled with holes Not like it once had been It used to sail both far and wide and go on marvelous trips But once you sail the Sea might take you and captains all sink with their ships
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
The Boat
Many do not trust death They feel that they should hide Many want to live- and lock themselves inside Life is like a game of chess- You never know the outcome But Death is like the brink of time- It's something you can't run from Therefore, my friend, I ask you this, Before I say goodbye Is death the one we cannot trust Or is life really the lie
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
The Truth in Death