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Em Apr 2022
I choose an area where I can watch from afar
Sit on a bench covered in the clouds light tears from the morning
My red plaid shorts damp beneath me
A book sprawled on my lap, eyes tracing the outline of the sentence I can't stop re reading
"it's the truth even if it didn't happen"
I experience the sun blazing down on my thighs
I trace the red marks on my strawberry skin with my nails
Finding a strange sense of comfort in the burning sensation
A sense of knowing that no matter what
One can always expect the sun to burn
I don't like the thought of not knowing what to expect
the isolation in the unknown
I can trust that the sun will never stop sizzling my skin
And although it hurts, it's the safest I've felt in a while
Trying to get back into poetry again
I S A A C Mar 2022
unravel, untied, our love my love has died
it was yours then mine, but now it rests in pockets of time
pockets of sunshine, rack my memories to re-find
recollect your light, re-experience your mind
maybe if I hold on to it tight enough, the frequency i’ll be riding on
will re-attract you back, to re-tether our hands together again
maybe that's too idealistic, maybe that's against the laws of physics
maybe I am just as stupid as this dream is
maybe I am broken for a reason
I don't know, I just thought it was special
the most saturated jewel tones
I don't know, I just thought it was something
the most beautiful to the most unknown
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2022
the sunlight gazes down upon your skin
highlighting the speckles in your eyes
you embrace them with a caring grin
while staring with the ocean tides

you shine like the sun on a stormy night
nonsensical yet charming
and when your eyes gaze so bright
the warning bells scream, alarming

your heat is a soothing fear
drawing me close
blinded by your debut premier
i could only throw a single rose

my light may not shine like yours
and my heat be as striking
but love, this warmth has been through wars
waiting for you, hiding

you are the beauty of my doubt
and the rose to my thorn
to you, i am devout
and by love, i am sworn
Star Feb 2022
Diving into an endless void with never ending clocks that float in every direction

Ticking to time zones that no longer exist.
Cascading upside down I rise into a world
on a distorted path of the less traveled.

I land on a solid platform of rocks and rubble.
filled with no sense of security I walk towards a figure with a face of light projecting old memories onto a wall of painted pain.

It’s filled with uncomplimentary colors devoid of all light.

I float to the wall that was created on the tears of bad luck and I paint my yellow light down the wall in a single stroke.
It ages instantly becoming duller but
The yellow remains moving along with the other colors.

I move my hand against the wall as I am pulled upwards and I can no longer touch it and it eventually vanishes away.

I float higher looking up towards a light.
it engulfs me, now it is all that surrounds me.
Leaving my shadow with nowhere to land, so I caress them in my arms.

I hear clicking and I close my eyes.
"Have all the opportunities passed?
Have all the paths ended?"

I feel the warmth of everlasting sunshine on my skin
and the sounds of calming winds and rustling leaves.
I open my eyes to see a bountiful blue sky
of puffy white clouds and rainbow rays of sunshine.
with emerald green grass forming to the shape of my hands

and with no sense of purpose, I smile.
feeling so stuck in time. and in ways I don't mind being stuck. I smile knowing there will always be a beautiful sky above me and a soft wind blowing even if I'm not there to see it. Stuck. Am i writer? a poet? a singer? actor? content creator? am I all of these things or none of them? How do I begin? How can i be seen by the world but feel safe at the same time? How do I do anything when I feel like I know nothing.
louella Feb 2022
i hate the sun

why?

maybe it’s because i am never truly fully happy
or because i don’t want my ***** pale and wretched skin illuminated in the light for everyone and their mother to see
maybe because the sun shined when i was having a crisis and now i resent his rays
or because the sun is gorgeous and i am not and jealousy can eat someone alive
i am sick of watching the sun rise and fall almost every single day
only a few clouds bid me goodnight
maybe that’s why i find comfort in the gray and the gloom
because i can hide in the cracks and crevices and in the light from the moon
i hate the sun because he understands how much i despise him and yet he still returns over and over again
my family say that i sound crazy
sound like a vampire or something
i just retreat and retreat
the sun shouldn’t follow me shouldn’t define me shouldn’t label me depressed for hating the extra light
but i will still hate the brightness of the sun no matter what
what the heck

2/24/22
Joe Siler Feb 2022
She get’s nice weather  
when she walks through my mind
The clouds burn off
at her skin’s golden shine
Even clear skies
betray their own blue
And borrow warm yellows
that remind me of you
My pulse fails to match
with her whimsical pace
And her visage obscures
those footprints past traced
The streets are unnamed,
for the road she has parted
Carrying my thoughts
to places uncharted
It’s silly to think,
even crazier to say
You’re sometimes asleep
when your walk makes my day
Because each time I find myself
thinking of you
I get to enjoy
the nice weather too
The Untold Feb 2022
I learnt to fly,
Spread my wings
Let the breeze of love
Carry me away.
But then it started to rain
My dear sunshine was no more
A bad storm,
it pushed you away from me.
I crashed into the ground,
Broke into many pieces,
With no strength to rise,
I'm fallen.
Lost.
It doesn't matter, even with the purest of hearts, you'll be broken. Your sun will be covered by the clouds.
Jasmine Reid Jan 2022
No one writes poetry about happy days and sunshine days,
they write about when their minds were trapped in caves, those days that are now broken memories and hearts
I Live.
Tanay Dec 2021
A stormy night maybe dark
But it ends,
When the rays of sunshine
Pierce the clouds.
Dark days end with a moonlit night
When the pale moonlight
Turns sand into silver.
The starry night guides the sailors who are lost.
The bard may die
But his songs stay alive.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2021.
All Rights Reserved
Kora Sani Dec 2021
i found the most solace
in the mornings
as the sun covered the sky
and the evenings
as the hours of daylight dwindled

these two moments
slowly became
my only
reliable constant

the only thing
to accompany
the darkness
that engulfed me
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