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Bleached SunshineBleached Sunshine
The birds fly;
Consuming my wide eyes.
As their bleached wings shine,
Equivalent to the sun’s binding light.
Beaming upon the white snow,
That never falls short,
Of blinding your vision wholly.
Yet, only for a few,
Stunned filled induced seconds.
Still, subsequently leaving your eyes,
With a lingering sting-alike-burn,
That always seems to last,
For what feels like several ages, slowly pass.
The birds akin to burning snowflakes,
Left my mouth dehydrated and dry.
As my senses come into sight,
I perceive the beauteous guardians,
Lift above the pavement.
Comparable to a boastful ballerina,
Heat WavesHeat Waves
Thou beest the mystifying light
from the staggering sun,
that devours thee in thy waves.
When the bright fades down,
under the blending color mixed sky;
thy eyes adjust to the blackening induced ether
towering astronomically above thy bodies combined.
Unspeakable ambiance held shocking despair.
Dread fills the abundant air.
Ye heavens weep
Where art thou angels
Thy ears reverberate and ring
Hearing thy raptures’ horrendous screams
Thou wilt undergo abysmal ail,
inside thy virulent narcoleptic sleep paralysis.
Thou hath her psyche
withering down to ink blot specks
upon a cram filled page
consisting of thy subcon
The GardenThe Garden
I couldn’t feel you breathing when I woke up this morning.
I found myself cold and desolate in any house, except your home.
You said yesterday night was the last time you’d feel your chest rise.
I shut my eyelids; water dripping off my lashes.
Pouring on goose bumps; burns like acid.
I can’t imagine all you’ve seen; dandelions in the spring.
Pollen, flowing with the breeze; animate energy rising from your body;
going through swirls inside of me.
I feel the end of our coexistence near.
I scream into alfresco; let me hear.
My almanac promised me flowers grow;
picking petals up off the corridor floor.
It's lifethere's a spiderweb a-holding us together
the spider hasn't even begun to start
most delicate of ties can last forever, but
one pull and it will all fall apart
there's a red silk thread that weaves around our fingers
came off the spindle on our wedding day
the bugs can bite and pierce us with their stingers, but
we're not going to cut it anyway
there's a rusty wire that's barely wound correctly
reaches cross the times between us two
send a phone call down the line there's no answer, but
i don't care cause all my trust's in you