Kristina Louisa Carr

Dusk right before dark is my favorite time of each day
The dim light feels as if I am only in this world halfway
Right then it is time for shadows taking over the light
And colors fade slowly to shades of black and white
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Shadows are comforting companions quiet and gentle
Reflecting on my actions nothing appears to be accidental
Surrounded by darkness or a very dim light I am free
Admitting to my true feelings I make you the trustee
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My heart held captured by snow storms
Surrounded by icicles of different forms
A world of silence and covered by snow
Feelings of peace and serenity I can't let go
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Brown gives way to green over green to turn brown again
Stuffy rooms with thick air breathe freely just for a moment
Until the humming sound of the air conditioning suffocates
The lazy days monopolized by grey clouds over the river
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Darkness in the city is just an indistinct side effect
Protecting what is scary in day light and wrecked
Abandoned buildings become castles during the night
Busy graffiti artists express what is usually out of sight
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Promises are void if given under false pretense
It is like making a bad joke at your own expense
You delivered words that came smooth and easy
While in reality they were worthless and sleazy
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Sometimes it does not take much
To make my day just a nice smile
In the morning before I go on my way
I love it when the sun casts shadows
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The red lights turn on when it's dark outside
Clients searching for things they will never confide
Standing on cobblestones looking up from the street
Illuminated windows highlight goods indiscreet
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When there is silence outside under the snow
I wish I could be a stone watching from below
The cold masses would provide me with peace
A state of mind I would love to increase
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The notion of parallel universes are a wonderful possibility
Thinking that I could be somewhere else but still be me
Interpretations of quantum physics truly keep me captive
Possibilities that we could live anywhere and life is adaptive
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I've tried my very best but memories are hard to evict
They feel like a monkey on my back as if I'm an addict
Daily I attempt to shake them off more often than not
But they remain right here as if my head is a parking lot
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Some days I am sad and I don't know why
I can see an overcast in a brightly blue sky
Sleeping in I still lack energy and motivation
My whole life appears to be one stagnation
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A tiny brown triangle on the finger tip
Promises to explore distant lands on a trip
Lying back slowly to relax and be easy
Drinking clear fluids not to feel queasy
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Flying above water in new time and space
Memories remain and cannot be erased
Waters ripple with soft winds approaching
I bathe in despair and miss your coaching
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In the kitchen all the pots and pans
are steaming The roast is in the oven there is
no time for dreaming Fresh vegetables are
cleaned and potatoes peeled Salad is
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The late afternoon invites leisurely
to inactivity and rest The best time to sit back
and be waited on like a guest At the corner
coffee shop where the air is thick with smoke
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There was a nice girl named January in my dream
When fresh snow fell and ice drifted downstream
After a few weeks her mother February came around
She wore a heavy coat over a furry dressing gown
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On Sunday mornings you would wear a dark suit
With a tie and shiny shoes you are ready to en route
The church bells would ring calling for morning mass
While you check the weather through the window glass
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I want to be tightly embraced by strong steel beams
Anchored in the hard ground buried by my screams
Rushing through millenniums without recognizing time
Forgetting the promises of a suffered through prime
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For a long time now I have felt the void in my heart
My happiness is split into pieces as from a pie chart
One section alone never gets enough honest attention
Satisfaction comes in small doses hardly worth to mention
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