Just stay

On an open carriage, over the soft comfortable fragrant hay, they lay. Next to each other, looking at the other. The soft breeze travels byand takes a strand of her hair and makes it fly. The sun reflects off his face, smelting gold in the daylight. The buggy wiggles and rolls, while moving down the

Like a goofy boy

Like a goofy boy you smile helplessly your head tilted back, and your slightly uneven teeth spread about the sun rays are spinning while the world is spinning while you might be spinning who knows, everything is a moment; an euphoric joy that one cannot conceive Your laugh might be the only sound out there

Adapted dream home

What if this is a dream? I’m actually out there, and I wanna bring along a ruffled monster this time. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere without him, I love him and I think I’m saying this without fear. The tranquil people are too curious to care. It’s a place where I’m from where fairies

Royal life

We belong in the likes of an open palace where the air is sweet, the weather is warm, and there’s palm trees everywhere You’ve got your golden robe and a crown full of pride, and I look up to you, like a helpless little bride We belong in the likes of a long forgotten castle,

How many times have people seen the sun through tree branches? Fail

Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches Didn’t work out I gave up. Click, delete.

Baked skin and olive green

Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place

Throughout mankind

Throughout the history of mankind, how many times Have people seen the sun Through the tree leaves

The constellation traveler

You fly away, you slip away You hide in mirrors and evening stars Their reflections show, who you are In colors, and winds, and in the arts You’re magic man You lure delight From dawn ’till dusk Day and night You swim in veins Like stormy tides There’s more to you Than anything here You

Pain and love

You believe in pain and love But I don’t believe in pain and love I walk a billion miles down the desert road, bare feet cracked with the hard tar And bogging through the sand, dying with the sweat Sucking out of me like vacuum Left with skin that shrivels and rusts under the sun

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Surely dying

I’m sitting here on the empty Jacuzzi staring at the ceiling with water droplets spritzing near my face, as I try to feel fulfilled. In my room, I spray all types of scents to calm my senses but it just numbs me down. I have every material thing that I want and I make a

Sun god

Sometimes everything becomes so difficult, and you feel weak and lonely. But the sun has a marvelous way of shining on you, smiling zenfully at you, holding your hand, and picking you up.

Sweet sweet touch

Listen sweet thing; I’m not very political Or anything And it seems like you’re pretty basic And simply enjoy the sun, too And strawberries, ripe fruits, Chocolate cake, smiling Hugging and caressing Being close Laying on the beach, bare Making love and enjoying life. What else is life but a tasty quench from succulent fruits?

Stark vision

You have a way of surprising me. Your show-stopping eyes… I swear that it’s still; it’s a painting. You’re a piece of some marvelous artwork. When I least expect it, you walk into the room and just glow heaven’s pure white light. The life in your face The sun’s tender kisses on your skin. I

Just trying to live

You’re a handsome, educated man. You can find another chick easily. It’ll be harder for me; being this shy. And just as finicky. I’ll be better off caretaking for animals out there in the boonies. Better off watching the streets under the hot afternoon sun on a boring, dull day. Or taking a walk along

Sun friend

Why am I teary unexpectedly? Could it be the love for my grandparents, the loss of a family member, goodbyes of all kind, The limping dog down the street Quick infatuations, and false expectations Sweet motherland, who seeks no expectations Being sick in this heaven full of empathy Asking for nothing in return, but only

Sitting by the sunlight

Sitting by the fire that is morning sunlight Bathing in its warm hue Ridding the body of shivers and coolness Kindling the soul within, like ignition from a lighter Embraced by the sun’s calming rays, Healed and protected 2009/06

Passion fruit paradise

To Paradise

It’s time To go back to paradise. To feel the soft, hot, sun crawl around painted skin. To let the ocean waves tease legs; leave it with a taste of some salty, pungent memory. And to let the warm breeze blow all troubles away. To be able to close eyes and breathe in sweet air

Hopeless Dreamer

A hopeless dreamer Drowning in flowers

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