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#sunnydays
i am too much you can't handle me you can't handle my storms. you want sunny days when i want the rain. you want the roses, but i'd rather pick the dandelions. they're a lot like me. you want me dressed up, when i'd rather be dressed down. you just can't quite handle me. i am a quiet storm that pushes in and grows loud and violent, winds howling, skies crying. and i stay as long as i can then look for the next place to go.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
too much
I look outside The sun laughs at me I look up the sky It's clear with an ocean blue I look at the trees The wind dances around with the leaves I stay inside And long for the outside
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Practice Room
Barbiturate sunshine afternoons obscure the niggling work pile and with fat heat, cool anger, opening evenings to virtuous leaf based dinners only slightly ruined by too much beer and ice cream
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Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
When the weather
Winding down, getting ready for fun Another day at work, almost done Off soon for a vacation A short visit to our second favourite nation First stop Marseille This is our first stay Weve been told, a train ride to the top Views of the Port, your breath will stop Then further South, we will go To a familiar place that works itself into your soul Ramatuelle, St Tropez One of our most favourite places to stay From across the bay the Orange Dome is clear, signalling you are near Luxury yachts in the bay, moored for a week or maybe just the day The sun beats down on the water, which is glistening St Tropez has a special sound, if your listening It's a crazy sound of Mopeds and Smart cars, Moko Jeeps, ambulance noises, people playing on the beach The noise is not deafening but is truly unique. During our stay we will relax and unwind, good food, good wine, good sand, good sea Just unwinding in the sun, me and my loved one Good friends inviting us into their home, it simply is the best I can't wait to get there and to truly rest
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Vacation
I told someone that I like sunny days that I like the sun and clouds above me That I like the summer breeze in the hot and humid weather and the cloudy skies above me I like sunny days Like the person I told about sunny days to Days that never end, never waver Never there There is always going to be rainy days As in the darkest clouds and hardest rain, the coldest wind in the chilling weather But the skies The skies remind me of summer Like the person I told about sunny days to And I've always told him that I liked the weather, hot or cold and the rain that never seem to waver above me
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
Rainy Days
The Sunny Days, that are full of Sunrays, as you're Feeling good, energetic and on your merry way. An Optimistic feeling, from the floor to the ceiling, your energy is so high, as you're charged with postitive vibes. You feel so good inside, You've awakened and you're alive, When people pass you, they receive, Your surge of Positivity!!!!! So, keep this feeling in, Like a achiever, you can win, So, do as you may, and Enjoy the Sunrays on today. B.R. Date: 2/17/2025
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Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
Sunny Days
The ripple of the lake looks like a song Dancing in formation as smooth as my stretch marks
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
A Moment of Peace
Yellow crimson flowers floating in the breeze Translucent figures, colors cascading Like a jellyfish, contracting its form Green light escapes the air It's peppermint smell fills the leaves Multicolored reflections of warm whispers Suns rays evading the coarse earth Releasing negativity, unraveling peace Rhythmic harmonies and introspection Love and happiness beat from the rhythm It's center exudes soft petals of laugher and sweet memories Kissing the pain and salty tears Red jeans, vintage tee Distant figures in the park , bodies close childlike and free Red lips, crushed sassafras , pink sprinkles Vibrant pigment , covering the crevices The smell of old memories washed in satin and mosaic trinkets
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Crimson Flowers