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puddles
are not
oceans.

i prefer
to drift
in the
vastness
of an ocean,

to driving
in haste
through a
stationary
puddle.

exploration
is the
breath
of life.

exploration
only heightens
the
foreplay.
 Dec 2019 sunshine
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 Nov 2019 sunshine
effie ebbtide
the meeting point between antifreeze and rot
undiscovered worlds in a stupid sheet of ice
i rake my leaves and ***** a flurry
from that strange backed-up faucet, my mouth.
november thoughts
 Nov 2019 sunshine
Kale
sad
 Nov 2019 sunshine
Kale
sad
I am not sad
I am not sad
I am not sad
The darkness keeps
Eating away at the remnants
Of the pleasant facade
That I built for myself
But I am not sad
Until I am returned to
The Earth from which
I was born
I will refuse to make
The inconvenience
Of my sadness drag
Me into a pit of darkness
I am not sad
I am not sad
I am not sad
I am not
sad
 Nov 2019 sunshine
Poet X
"love-sick"
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
having.
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 Nov 2019 sunshine
The Red Woman
i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter
 Nov 2019 sunshine
Sylph
Cheshire cat
Make up your mad mind
I know that i am mad
but you are beyond comparison of madness
You love one way within those mad eyes wild with craze
and i only follow in your mad, mad ways
 Nov 2019 sunshine
Onoma
at a confluence

of rivers, water

suddenly opened

its eyes.

sight still amid

the flow.
 Nov 2019 sunshine
caroline
blissful dancing of the morning rays
stuck in your gaze
this is where i belong
sing me your song
tell me the story of you and me
the one of how you set me free
broke me from my chains
you picked up my remains
and took what was left
and made it yours
baby i am yours
and no one elses
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