Confusion Sun Poems

sand blistering hot 
     my parched throat needs water 
          ah an...

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I was a knowledgeable color expert, with a degree in enthralling color theory,
And was proficient with color related software, like evening sun grown weary.

With cognizance...

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ceiling fan tan breeze
moth mistake light bulb for sun
sad day nature faked...

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Raining

It is raining outside. 
I can hear the drops on the roof. 
They are loud, 
and getting louder all the time. 
My heart seems to...

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Chisel away at the brick,
Seen through dark rings,
One's fading bliss,
Never too old to glimpse that sensual feeling,
Behind closed doors,
My eternal wanting ignored,
Or not allowed to...

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Canada is afire and I’m confused, shouldn’t the snow put that out?

The Boston sky is an interesting shade of mustard yellow,
and there’s a pale orange...

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As the sun waned, fading beyond the horizon's reach,
We stood there, hearts chilled, awaiting darkness' breach.
Uncertain, we pondered if a guiding light would appear,
To lead...

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I see sun,
I see sorrow,
Mingled on the floor,
A cracking egg, a knocked door,
Mangled wealth and poor.

I hear sound,
I sometimes smell it,
Synesthesia knows not whence,
A response...

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In these days of Zoom and Gloom
    'round every bend, crises loom

  Paranoid extremists holding sway
    all the...

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I am a flower, you are a flame.
When I look at you, you shine bright like the sun,
You make my heart run, 
Faster and faster,...

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If the sun goes down
Maybe the moon will come up
If the sun goes blind
Maybe the moon will close its eyes

Defying the lion in its own...

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I assumed you would always be there 
like the sun and the moon and the stars 
Deducing that we were like resin and glue ...

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At the crossroads 
were once left offerings
to the goddess of ghosts
Hecate with her keys
At the crossroads
were once buried the bodies 
of criminals and those 
who...

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What light is this?

It reeks of night, corrupted!
What it touches turns black.
Things lingering in a cruel Violet.  
 
What light is this? 

The night...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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