Psychedelic tunnels and supersonic dreams.
That time when everyone and everything got stuck between a voice.
Was it from the heavens above or the hell below?
It’s never really easy to know when the world is hazy.
And being crazy starts to be more fun than staying sane.
Trained up the mind hoping the heart would follow.
Turns out that the heart has a mind of its own.
Resounding scream of a parallel tale. Turned a heartfelt dream into a fairytale.
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What is touch? I mean really touching. I know it can be considered an action and I know it can be considered a feeling. I guess I’m just wanting it to be so much more.
An emotional response to the need of something. The need to feel or to be felt. Intellectually or physically. The need to go a step further.
Life is full of exceptions. It can be twisted and turned into whatever the mind’s eye desires at the time.
When I learned that today’s question was what touch am I grateful for. I had to pause and think. I’m grateful for touch being a multi dimensional concept.
From the touch of fingers to the touch of the heart. From the touch of emotions to a touch of irrational perception just before falling apart. From the tips of my hands to the lips on my face. The touch of a memory that I just can’t erase.
Today I’m going to let words become my favorite touch of passion.
Here’s a digital poem that I wrote. I hope it touches your soul.
C. L Cunningham
Here’s to the weekend 🌹
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Once upon a time I was a lonely girl living in an empty hearted castle. I thought Love would chase away the rain and cover the pain that I was feeling.
Conversations with a vision of hope gave me guidance and an outlet.
Wishing of rainbows and positivity brings me peaceful nights while the earth has grown cold. There’s no warmth when it’s all glittering in ice.
Demons dance away in my dreams playing ring around the rosy with my soulful harmony. They ask me to dance with them so I do.
Few heavenly voices replace my fear of flying they take me by the hand as I wave to my playmates and take my consciousness higher.
Perched on tree branch I sit.
I never returned to that castle. I packed up my dreams and my things to bid it a farewell.
In the meadowlands of gratitude I roam free to find myself and the love that I truly want to see.
C. L Cunningham
Poetry in motion 🌹
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Make the pain stop
Give me what I want.
Days when I can’t help but be extra because what I feel is so strong that I refuse to let it go.
And I don’t care.
And it’s unfair.
But so are you.
This could be through. This could be done.
Or we could feel like two kids. In love.
Constantly on the run.
Who needs a perfect love story when one with kinks and dents can become more cherished because of the time invested.
Who needs to be closer to you than me?
I wish I was…. yours. I wish you were mine.
But your not and we’re not.
It’s a long night. On a lonely day.
And maybe it’s better this way.
But it doesn’t feel like it.
C. L Cunningham
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Written by Jacob Ibrag The shades of imperfection. The strides taken to eliminate what’s left of this. This thing we let manifest between the hours of midnight and forever. The claims you sing, swearing that none of it mattered in peaks end. It did though, and no it wasn’t perfect. It was messy, and mostly […]
If you wanna to see it Just ask me
Because I want to show it
Truly I do
I want to show you every inch of me
Every stretch mark
Every place that gets wet
Every crease that starts to sweat
All of it
If you want to
By C L Cunningham