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maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.
we dance dust about the details of each day

we clasp hands and sing our tiny songs

we are quick to remember but even quicker to forget

one day the earth will quietly ask to take me back

to offer quiet closure

perhaps with the promise of a star spark or a cloud igniting in a sunset

perhaps i will receive nothing at all

when this body rinses from these bones i shall be far away

or I shall be right beside you

mystery is as simple as that
Either you’re broken
Or broken right open
So let go
Of no stone unturned
Goes unspoken
And throw yourself
So unreservedly
Into
The passions
You bask in
To mask
What you’ve been through
We all do
Go onward
And reap what we sow
We all weep
In the withering wastelands
Of woe
With the infinite void
Of our sorrows
In tow
High and low
All the while
Stay searching,
Resisting
The often alluring
Submission
Insisting
We offer ourselves
To the last
Sweet escape
And instead
In the interim
Content create
mark your territory with those cherry lips
make me your altar, a sacred place to worship
mark me yours in places no else been
so bite me, kiss me and love me

i'll be your sitter, as you sculpt a figure of me
naked and alone, for your eyes to feast upon me
too much ecstasy will fill up our red glowing room
as you devour and left me in ruins
This poem is part of my Campus Confessions poetry series.
I am the moon
Woman and attune
I am the sun
Man and one

I am the lost
Wandering around
I am the recovered
Safe and sound

I am the aggressor
Baring teeth
I am the victim
Bleeding my soul

I am everything
And nothing at all
I am loved
I am hated
I am human

Only the sun and the moon
Can see me so beautifully
For when their lips touch
They are everything to see
And yet so utterly blinding
They place him upon a pedestal, and he is not Jesus.
Have not the quality or character of the man.
Christ spread love and never endorse hatred.

A song lyric was stated only a fool believes.
And many believe this fool something special.
When he far from it.

When will people see?
Jesus was cut from a different cloth.
Which why he represents all the people.
Do not love
too much-
just right
is enough

but do not love
too little-
that will blemish
and fail to ennoble
 Mar 21 c a r o l i n e
Arii
I
can’t
Tell.  if
The      sky
Above       Is real

Or not          Quite there

Quite near                            Enough
To hold                                                   The stars
In the                                                                             Palm of
My hand                                                                                         And be
So glad                                                                         That I
Can see                                             The light
That shines         All through

The night.       Will it

Go out? Will it?

Will      it?

Go
out?
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