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cindra-carr
American I write in the most inopportune times. There is something about getting ready for sleep that lets phrases bubble up to the surface.
There is an infinite awareness That each of my days are littered with the past Bogged down in the sludge of regrets The fine mist of mistakes coat my hands As I push through each day The only relief is the realization of self worth That is lost in the tides of life cc033012
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
Tides of Life
I break against the shore of your heart White caps riding my waves Endlessly, I reach for you
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
An Ocean
A vast forest of green Through sleepy eyes as I look Copper spots of intrigue You are mine, I whisper Brillant crinkles in the corners You are mine, I whisper Lazy smiles of content Slowing beats of life You are mine, I whisper Oceans of blue closing softly A blinking story with no words I am yours I am yours cc032219
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
I am yours
Sometimes this place is too much Sometimes, it's me that's too much The frantic frenetic overwhelms With all I want to do Sitting quietly waiting My life is two disparate sides Fast paced immediate Slow and silent One day it will be okay Today was okay though Sometimes, I'm okay too cc030319
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
Enough
Finders find and the founders await The dark fears and the light blinds Shadows abound as the dark gathers Life greys in feathers of light Dusk is here and night renews Dawn will come with the world anew Clean away what the light has seared All is not light as the dark views cc013119
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
Waiting
Stretched out limbs reaching for more Loose lengths of heated skin lined against Tangled waves in tightening hands Staccato breaths in long exhales A brush A rub A grind against Pounding heart with furtive cries A whisper A touch A fueled need Loose lengths and mussed up sheets cc012219
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Mussed Up Sheets
Run girl as fast as you can The serpents are out And the knot unwinds The heat unclothes And the sun stretches long Run girl as fast as you can Before the bite and the light Both bring you down cc012219
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Run Girl!
Like young gods walking into the arena Raven among the serpents Quetzalcoatl of feathers and scales This isn't a pride This is a pack A generation A coil A nest This den is made for power A bed for the young to learn in the solitary world cc012119
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Coil of Power
Wait! Listen! I’m sorry I’m soft spoken in unknown crowds And race in volumes when alone The rushed strings of words still follow my thoughts However strange they sound spoken aloud Just listen Just for a moment My speaking follows a rhythm There is a poem in the hurried mumbling Tumbling and stumbling out. I’ve lived with them for a while We are both trapped I use lost, nothingness, and billowing darkness Because we are trapped there Most lines are formed in in secret Too many are formed in the darkest corners Just relax, I know But listen Just for a bit I stumble and race along Each poem is me only exposed to more than me The private thoughts leaked out to peak out Are backed by fear of the open The trembling hand and the shaky notes Trip up the intention of any plans I’m sorry Please listen Just for a bit cc011219
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Wait! Listen!
There is desperation in youth Each heartache and heartbreak crushing In its overture of need The petals of broken hearts litter the floors In the wind of longing cries Pieces are glued back on Cries become sighs of what was then Until the next time the heart is wrenched and wrung Youth despair and keep going Despite the thoughts of what it was cc012012
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
Youth