by John Rhinem |
Categories:
faith, life, love, passion,
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Shipwrecked; to be carried by the waves unto a distant shore?!
Washed upon an uncharted island both, tattered and torn....
Rags which cling unto sunburnt flesh; eyes swollen
Half shut above burning lips blistered in parched
Concealing a tongue that cannot speak; did not!?
Upon these knees, struggling to my feet that I may gaze
Across the endless ocean with its, glorious horizon....
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....“Its * Tequila Sunrise” ~
by Nguyen Minh Hai Nguyen |
Categories:
love, i love you,
Dry days burned patience till withered away.
Ice-cream was as sweet as honey on the lips
Huff and puff !
Love the sour and scornful season!
Miss the streets on the cold rainy days
Dreamed…
Lovers ran on the rain
Find shelter to hid from rain as in romantic films
But these days!
The sun was burning hot. Drought!
We found shelter to hide from sunlight, baby!
Your lip became rosy
Your skin became brownish, your hair became sunburnt
By the sunlight
However I love you passionately
You smiled
Like the sunlight smiled coolly
by Justine Zingg |
Categories:
imagination, life, love, music, teen,
The sand on the beaches are shining
Red and yellow, in the shadows
Of the trees it is cool and you will not
Get sunburnt. But the soul is burning,
And the air is so thick, it is like breathing in
tar, you are constantly talking
In a whisper.
The mind, although awake, is very black
And dark;
One could not see one's way around.
And since it is this way
In my world,
I am constantly picking pieces of me
Off the floor, and glueing them
Back together in my spare time.
by Justine Zingg |
Categories:
confusion, death, life, lost love, love, on writing and words, peace,
I miss the way you looked at me,
That one time in the store;
Your eyes were the color of dirt
After you spit in it-
The color of chocolate,
Melted on a gray coffee table.
Your socks were wrinkled that day,
They reflected your smile,
Dry and cold, wet in the corners,
Your lips looked as though they were sunburnt.
That day I hugged you a lot,
I was afraid you would slip away.
Your eyes were like my stars at night,
Bright and innocent,
And beautiful to look at for long amounts of time.
by Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
beautiful, black love, for her, how i feel, longing, love,
She sprawled out across the sky, bored,
Perfectly sun-kissed.
From a distance she could fit
In my hands.
Day, the name we hold dearest
Day, the name of the memory I placed
her above all else.
I too, lay sprawled out, beneath her.
The intensity of how she makes me
feel,
A region I know well, sweltered &
swollen,
Without walls or halls to contain the
effect she has on me.
She took my hand & gave me the gift of
her presence.
My heart but a burning bush from this
intense percussion, this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly.
A giant in my eyes.
I've climbed the highest building &
collapsed beneath her.
Black & wilted,
I am the wick without promise of
tomorrow