Anji Carter

Sweet baby 'Sugar Lips',
His minuscule Lolita.
Crooning,
Coaxing kisses,
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When the winds of Heaven dance
Can you recognize the rhythm
Is it something that you're sure
You've heard before?
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Indifferent moods, with ranged perspective,
Rearranged and strange, deranged, deflective angles of light,
With colours altered.
Eyes can see, but mind has faltered.
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I'm feeling lost!
Somewhere inside the depths of my ego...
I know there is lurking the doppelganger of myself.
But when I look, it hides.
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Sometimes my mind can feel so strange,
An endless teeming mountain range.
A snow of thoughts, falling swift,
Into chasms, into drifts.
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These strange confused contusions, are they a part of me?
And if they are, then why are they?
I have a mind that runs at tangents, tying itself in knots,
It's always getting lost.
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Will I be drawn by what I knew before?
Life is a whirlpool, I am very small.
Dreams are like clouds, evaporate too soon.
They carry thoughts and aspirations,
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No matter how far you go from me in this life -
You began with me.
My breaths gave you your first taste of air,
My heart pumped my blood into your veins
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This is my room.
Here in my attic haven I am queen.
But also it is yours, for you are friends, and share my dreams.
Come share with me this glass house deep within the sea,
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Incandescent, spinning, spiralling in the midst of my alter-ego,
Thoughts…
Circumstances provoking reactions,
Some to which my preference would be rejection,
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Dreams.
Visions of eternity.
Suspended as stars in the infinity of your conscious mind,
Cascading as waterfalls into the effervescence of your imagination,
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Don't move too fast, I mustn't.
I might explode.
I might cascade a thousand, million shooting stars into the daytime sky,
Disturbing 'Nature', as she relaxes on the soft pillows of her afternoon clouds.
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Throbbing beat with pounding sounds,
Vibrating, pulsating.
Smokey shadows of figures, just silhouettes, dancing.
Shafts of light pierce smoke-filled darkness,
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Where are you now,
My gallant knight?
With all your shining armour bright,
Resplendent, on your steed of white.
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Perhaps I too shall slip and slide
With those remembered friends,
When seeking for my personal rainbows end.
As ‘J. Alfred combs his hair
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I am a thought.
A creation of your inmost soul.
A child of your brain
Your concepts were my mould.
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If I write as the thought crosses my brain,
What shall I find upon the paper?
What remains?
Can the pen weave these quicksilver threads of my imagination,
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In this dusky world of cardboard boxes,
Between the smell of dog-biscuits and straw,
I learn to repeat the lessons
Constantly coaxed upon me by casual callers.
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I didn't hear you leave.
Your rustling skirts were hidden by the breeze.
Soft winds that blew across the branches of my life,
Scattered those leaves,
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The star you see on high,
And strive to pluck it from the sky,
Is not so far away as it may seem.
It's not a dream.
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