The Sun
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White hot scion of hydrogen
tired of sucking at the irradiated teat
you come on relativistic
to splash across this electromagnetic sky
my sweet electron runaway
oh how the the flowers love you!
In bleak seasonI sought out your radiancethe warmth of it spilleddown upon medriving away coldnessin grey days
I baskedworshipingdrinking in lightlike nectar
A man from the moon and a woman whose been raised by the sun. One of them has found powerful bullets while the other holds the gun.Seldom thoughts of this thing called intimacy that is foreign to their minds.
It's 12:07AM here. I'm thinking about howSome people can listen to laughs in a sea of sadness yet not feel happy for them or marry a heart of blackness after they've already found a rare golden gem. I'm thinking about how A stitch in time saves ni
Our mother is angry.
She rattles in her sleep.
There's a burning spirit among her.
Her children, taking the heat.
he was so bright
God, he was bright
he made my skin burn when he touched it
he made my heart race,
air so thick I couldn't get a breath
like the hottest day of mid-July.
yes, he was bright
The most daunting task of the day:
Getting out of bed.
It is easy to let the days go by
thinking there is never a reason to get up.
But, open your window,
and you will see your reason.
the Sun.
The sun became a sitting star
The sun had risen
but would not rise
petrified in angled style
Today the sun
survived
The clouds blended
Unlike their past
A softness ruled
I sit in the sun and stop growing
How far away the sun must be from our little rock
I close my eyes and feel it burning into me
What is it trying to say?
I float on, oblivious
One million stars surround me
appearing to burn infinitely
warming my cold exterior
warm hues filled with light
captivating my mind and sight
painting my blackened sky
one by one, the shimmers fade
Our sweet generation lost in space
Fuck you to the moon
Pissing out of widows and raping the world in a single glance
Can you imagine all puckered lips and spit flying
The sun splahes the sky with a runny orange-purple haze
that bathes the land in shiny gleaming evening
The light dribbles into my mouth and lines my insides with warmth
I can't remember a time when it was not normal to live in my head this way. To sit on the floor of the bathtub and be content with not washing up or being active in anything in particular. This was my Nirvana.
I draw my strength from the Sun
it beats down on me and I let it
my time outside makes me strong
my feet pound the grass
and I sweat out my
fear
anger
pain
it all drips off my skin
