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 Jan 2015 Sunshine
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015 Sunshine
Ivy Swolf
this gritty, gravel street looks more like a spine
                     in the cast of the blinding white sun
that causes mirages to appear every next step, tripping you.
                     the rib bones lead to houses, and in each one resides
an empty brain, filled with
                     untainted, young ambition, that has never met the dark cloaked stranger
                     called "failure". They are all tied in with the central lungs, breathing
in unison, as one, programmed from the start to play
                    their destined part.
Dreams develop and gather, threatening to spill
                     out of their heads like tear-filled eyes. They all step
out of their houses as one,
                      not realizing the bones they believed to be their foundations
are all broken.
 Jan 2015 Sunshine
I don't know what to say,
My best friend just passed away...
Dear Father,
I loved you so
As you loved me,
I miss the times
When we were a family.
Not that we aren't one anymore,
But the times when I knew you made me feel secure.
I had secrets that only you knew..
I guess theirs not much now left to lose,
Dad I love you.
I miss your smile..
But don't you frown
Ill be there in a little while.
Someday Ill look back to what is now
And just be happy that you were always around.
I cant let go of the feelings I have
But I know one thing for sure..
You'll always be my Dad.
This isn't my father, but I wrote this for a friend who asked me to write something for her about him.
 Dec 2014 Sunshine
Sierra Scanlan
You always wanted me to
write a poem for you
You'd be surprised to find out
that thoughts of you are
in the form
of only the most intricate forms of
I align your flaws and quirks into
the finest haikus
Five syllables about how your smile brightens up
a rainy day
Seven syllables about how that freckle on your cheek
makes me weak
Five syllables about how I never liked brown eyes
until you came along
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