My twisted thoughts as collaboration between the lines. Took the time to go deep in my mind and erase all the visions that weren’t true.
Apologized to myself for leaving me behind and grasped on to the truth… I love with a part of me that I can’t get back. So I guess I’ll just begin again.
C L Cunningham
Happy Thursday night I hope it’s as good as you need it to be
Balance the difference. I like to think of it as energy. The difference between having your head in the clouds and your life down below.
The importance is not what you know. But by how you figured it out.
Once you know what life is about you’d choose differently and find the joy of simplicity.
C L Cunningham
I thought my home was with you if only I had known what you were going through.
Today I received some stellar news.
I found out a poem that I submitted had been published. I’m thankful for the blessing. I had envisioned myself being in the magazine back in my youth and still went for it as an adult.
I am excited for the chance to live out some of my dreams.
The magazine is called Fine Lines and here is the link to the issue that I am featured in. Enchantment by C L Cunningham
Today is a wonderful Wednesday and I hope you’re having a good one.
📸finelinesmagazine Nia Karmann
Whispering hollows of satisfaction and lust as it turns into love.
Trust pushed to the boundaries of one’s soul the anticipation grows deeper.
The depths of our energy exchange ignites a fire of pure passion and seduction.
We become one body one mind one entity flowing through this universe together.
C L Cunningham
It’s Friday my beautiful souls and we need to approach this day as we do them all. With love and compassion. I hope your turn day turns out beautiful.
Little Simz vibe with my mind at ease.
It’s easy to please with my fingertips vibrating on the main screen of your mind.
But can you find time to understand my ever flowing stream of desire for you?
Come with me through this facade that we’re playing.
Another day to stay away from the truth.
Shadow of what we used to be yet still beginning to find our way home.
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.