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Listen for the applause 

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Listen for the Applause By C L Cunningham 
The eyes are the windows into the soul but what if I don’t have one anymore?

I believe I gave it away the day that my demons came to hunt to me.

The day I screamed for you but nobody was there.

The day I cried for love and received regret. 

No humor is found when all that’s left is a mouth that’s bond and a heart left a wreck.

Check for my pulse if you dare to care to see if I’m alright.

I’m alive in the flesh but dead in the spirit so I seem to be floating on air. 

Praise be to the most high elevations of the collective mind power.

For twisting the words of the book to make pretty pictures in the sky.

Pretty words for pretty girls with good girl demeanors and vixen thoughts. 

Blessed be us that are sacrifices for the imaginations of the sadist storytellers of our time.

Why wine when you are fine. Nothing on you is touched beyond the reach of rainbows and sunshine, so smile.

You’re on the biggest stage of your existence and you know you belong where the audience is bigger and the gifts are supposed to be the rewards. 

Peace be with you on the journey for strength and conformation.

  
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Laundered soul

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Dirty secrets of a filthy world. 

 Oh how I need to feel washed free of the sins of the skin. 

 Once again I put the cycle on spin and imagine myself covered in bubbles of redemption. Laundering the information of my mind to twinkle and shine.✨

  

C. L Cunningham 

Poet 

Fairytales and demons

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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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Could be

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Could be

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 

Poet

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Misconceptions of misconduct 

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Stomp of my foot and the wrath of my words are meant to break down barriers as fear builds up walls.

I am no different than the average. I want my dreams to be real. Have no inhibitions to say what I feel on a daily basis. 

I’ll find peace in solitude and hope in love and my future in your eyes. I’ll push and I’ll pull. I’m good at playing the fool as long as it’s a fool for you. 

  
I’ll right my wrongs.

 Try again and again just to get next to you. 

Yes,I shut down when I think your playing around instead speaking from a place that we both know to be true. 

Play music at midnight listening to all the songs about Mr. Do Right with only a image of you etched on my brain. 

I’m soft to the touch and hard to miss,but I’m honest as sh*t whenever I say that I love you. 

Your the apple of my eye and the reason why I keep sending virtual vibes via social media. 

I’m yours forever and always.

 I’m ready for whatever as long as we end up together in this crazy thing we call life.

C.L Cunningham 

Poet 

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Nighttime poetry 

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 Teeny tiny story of a world unperceived. Underneath the glory of the light inside all human beings. Filled up with spirit deep down into souls. Giving divine comfort for all who waywardly flow.‬ 

Sending unspoken knowledge. Attention to the truth no one knows. 

Letting the galaxies collide and still searching for a map that even the most skillful of explorers cannot find. Trying not to get caught in time warps. Run hurry before it’s the end of mankind. 

Settled back down in her comfy chair. The book has closed and the story hasn’t ended in despair. A goodnight fable interesting indeed. Everyone can take the wave all they have to do is read. ✨
C.L Cunningham 

Poet💋

Have a safe night everyone 


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Thrown away

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Crumpled paper and incomplete thoughts.

Looking for all the love that was lost .

Forgiving leads to forgetting the bad times as well as the good.

Trying again in a different direction may just be the thing that she needs.

Left behind for the last time, it’s time to search for more.

Hell anything has to be better than lying in a puddle of her own blood smeared on the dance hall floor.

  

C.L Cunningham 

Poet

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