Suede and Sunshade

  • This Would Be In Character…If Edgar Allen Poe Wrote It.

    The not-so nursery rhyme everyone was expecting of me. Maybe I should go to Baltimore and put this on his tombstone. Funnily enough, his moment of death was two days ago (at the time of me writing this).

    The Tale Of Deborah Downs

    Deborah Downs is a girl who failed to make her mama all too proud

    Mrs.Downs didn’t make a sound

    Mr.Downs couldn’t even bother to just be around

    That’s just how life goes for Deborah Downs

    Word around town is that Deborah makes babies frown

    Since she put her own mother in the ground

    Word around town is that Deborah made the horses leap from the Merry-go-round

    As soon as she rode it, the ride broke down

    Word around town is that Deborah makes all the priests repent and bow down

    As if satan himself gave her the thorny crown

    One day, Deborah became tired of being put in the dog pound

    She was not of her name, sick of the put-downs

    So she decided she would put herself down

    Her tomb reads:

    “Here Lies Deborah Downs, Even God Can Be A Clown.”

    This was the tale of Deborah Downs

    It just sneaks up on me. A itch I just can’t scratch. Until I scratch the paper (or keyboard).

    Written on October 9th, 2024

  • The Note I Leave Behind Would Go A Lil’ Something Like This!

    Each person, at night, must confront themselves in the mirror each and every time they rip off their face. My face…shit , you’d have to peal off each and every single layer like sticky notes. What I got to say probably would fit on a sticky note. A simple proverb: VAYA CON DIOS!

    (An explanation point proves it wasn’t all too bad!)

    Writing is the reflection.

    The Warmth of Being Known

    The Warmth of Being Know

    Is far hotter than all the stars combined

    The Warmth of Being Known

    Is far brighter than any star could shine

    The Warmth of being Know

    Will outlive the stars even after they die

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will dry my tears when I cry

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will hug the biggest of whales to the smallest of flies

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will be my beacon for when it’s time to tell the world goodbye

    God is the One who knows me

    And will be my light, for all Time!

    (This isn’t a cry for help by the way. If I couldn’t do this, I would have walked away a long time ago. Guess I’m not done being a tortured artist just yet. Hell, it makes me a better writer.)

    -Sunshine

    P.S I love you all, again, by the way!

1 Corinthians 11:12

12 For although the first woman came from man, every other man was born from a woman, and everything comes from God.

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