sunlight
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when the ray hits you
it reminds you of life
not of the current
but of life at its source
it brings up the issues
from inside your bones
and beneath your skin
interrupting hibernation
When you find yourself stuck
Drowning in the depth of it all
Clinging to the light above you
And praying for help.... any help
That’s when they say the familiar phrase
in the afternoon sun we
become
different people.
we
change
color
and change into color
I often think of us as a time of day
early evening, late July
cherry trees swaying in golden hour light
I float home with you
every step a bit of music
there’s nothing like a summer evening
hair loose and feet bare
dumb grins and happy stares
the sun hits the air just so
and the world glows
I hope tomorrow never comes.
Tonight to last forever.
If we wake to the sun,
rays on our face,
it's too late.
I'll know theres no time to leave this place.
Morose feeling inside.
the brain is a university bedroom
adorn it how u want
scatter memories like golden fairy lights
circling the sloped ceiling
look how they flicker until
they are reduced to a soft glow
i'm afraid.
it's a feeling i can't escape from — nothing i can turn a blind eye to, skip over, forget.
When they ask you to,
you turn on a fluorescent bulb:
an artificial mockery of healing light
bright
but not alive like flame
or stars
(which are only flame anyways, I suppose)
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A golden glow falls down from sky,
And on my face and hands does lie,
It warms my skin, but also soul,
And heals my broken heart to whole.
Light
Living in my skin
When daylight reaches past 8
And arises before 7
An axe splits open my shell
A familiar coffin of cobwebs
Her hair shines fire in the sunlight
Like in the sun is the only place she belongs
And the moonbeams caress her dark skin
Like she has always been a part of the stars
And the universe glimmers in her eyes
Five A.M.
And the world
Is fast asleep
My alarm clock
Blares
And wakes me up
While yours
Prepares
To go off
In an hour
My tea pot
Shudders
Whoever said “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”
must never have met a Black woman.
I have not met other people whose presence
radiates warmth and sunlight,
or another being who has the power
Happiness is brought with daylight -
luminous, balmy, tranquil,
with smiles as large
as the sun, itself.
When night steals the sun,
It's easy to get wrapped up in the fog in your head,
In the stress looming, threatening to overtake you like sharp-toothed shadows
It's important... It's important to exhale
To inhale
My eyes are tear-filled
My head is spinning
My soul feels crippled
But the sunshine is coming
I take a step into the wilderness
of busy streets and bustling lives
I've spent a lifetime in this room.Certain sources of light.Various lamps have come and gone,all lasting different times.Wherever they have been placedin the dark box that is my room,
I enjoy this site.
It's a new means of self-expression that I enjoy.
Being able to write out what troubles me or stays on my mind for too long has been a great aid to me.
It gives me hope for a clearer mind.
The sunlight slowly began to fade,
It's silent whispers hissed, "Don't be afraid."
It disappeared from empty streets,
as little children hid under sheets.
Darkness filled the broken ones,
The winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood;
The universe resides within,
Held in place by the light, we die happily,
Wise in our time.
The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
I drove with the windows down To feel the air upon my skin To watch the sunlight kiss the trees To figure out what sleeps within
A casual ray floating through the airIlluminating the deep caves of my sheetsPressing against my skin with delicate sincerityMurmuring to me to wake upAccompanied by the birds exquisite melodies
The
moon has
illuminated the cataclysmic nights
of my existence- but what joy
to embrace
I miss you,
because without you,
my life feels like,
a punch in the gut,
a curse word yelled in the middle of a public prayer,
falling,
falling hard,
They scorned the sunlight
is what I was told.
They asked for shadow
Over gold.
But the sun could not help
But
To shine.
So they would run, and they would lock themselves inside.
The curtains softly sway with the windPeacefully embracing a new dayEverything comes to focus, glazed in golden incandescenceSunlight caught on your eyelashes
In a place for me to call my own
A stationary mass moves through.
Quickly rotating without knowledge;
I stay still.
lemon sweet magnolia sticky melting in the trees.
wild abandon in a dark forest, sunlight slots on a soft, mossy floor.
kisses without care. wet raindrops on soft skin, cooling hot blood.
When someone asks
"Are you gay?"
When someone says
"You look lik a guy."
When someone knows the truth
they know me by no lies
they just dont know it all
the real alswers to their questions
When will the darkness end?
Will morning ever come?
Will I always have to pretend?
Or will the mask be broken by some?
The smile on my face,
Is almost never real,
I put it there to hide,
Joy is a smile
a laugh
a thoughtful frown
Joy is the sun
the rain
the hop of a frog
Joy is a poem
a story
and a song
Joy is walking
running
In the summer we let our feet run black with dirt and pavement.
Our heels pounded the sidewalks, our skin slapped the streets;
each bound stung a little more than the one before.
One sunny day I went to the beachI was soaking in the sun like a deprived solar leachBut the longer I stayed sitting, basking in the heatThe more my mind would wander and soon I left my seat
I've always wondered why dawn cracks.
Dusk doesn't, but somehow daylight
is like lightning.
Somehow the sun breaks things
when it rises.
How come everything
seems to be turning around
but all I see is your pain in the crowd
no peek of sunlight coming down
feeling like a bee in the rain
could you find my heart
