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 Apr 2020 Carlota S
ms reluctance
Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch;
today, I really need to wash my hair.
Dry shampoo does little to tame the twitch,
scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
No plans mean no washing days to switch –
it’s not like I am going to go anywhere.
Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
Today, I really need to wash my hair.
NaPoWriMo Day 12
Poetry form: Triolet
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Hummingbird
Your hand in mine,
Your warm embrace,
We were fine,
Those were the days,

Our love was strong,
It was evergreen,
But now it’s gone,
A distant dream.

We wake together,
In the same bed,
Staring at each other,
Is our relationship dead?

We’re always mad at one another,
Memoirs of a half hearted lover.
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Batchelor
Slithering snakes obscure view,
Aching with need, want, desire.
Her fingers trace, knead, embed themselves in mine.

It's the disquiet that follows.
Aching burning crying deep within.


It is just something simpler than what you usually find,
The bliss you find,
When you're all out of time.
Let go, to begin again.

August 2017.
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Ben
We rarely talk
We've had memories
Some bittersweet

You're the song on repeat
And I want it to stop
Get it off my mind

No longer do I want this lullaby
The mind wakes up memories before you sleep and sometimes it's of old romances
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Ruheen
Loop
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Ruheen
People are staring

I'm not moving

Maybe that's why

I'm not moving

Cause they're staring

And they're staring

Cause I'm not moving

And I don't know why

We're stuck in this loop

No difference

With eyes that stare

All around me

People are pushing

Too much pressure

I'm still not moving

The loop continues

But now, I'm alone.
I don't know. I was already messed up. Quarantine's making it worse.
 Apr 2020 Carlota S
Mrs Timetable
The one go to outfit
Style of stylus

The closet full of combos
Style of stylus

The fashion show
Style of stylus

Mix and match
Stay true to you
There are no rules

The fashion police have been
Fired
I love everyone’s different writing styles.
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