Suede and Sunshade

  • The B-Side of the BAD Album

    I only care about the color of your soul. Don’t enable me to dim your beauty.

    Monochromatic

    I am black and white

    Not because my skin is black

    And that I try to be white

    No, I am black and white

    Because that is simply the life I live

    One day, God has bestowed me heaven and all it’s riches

    The very next, satan has drug me to hell and I’m stripped to the bone by all its best bitches

    All life is right when it’s bright

    All life is hard when it’s dark

    And no, this is not about race

    I frankly don’t care about appearances

    Only about the color of your soul

    While others are chromatic

    Mine are just quite problematic

    I wrote this poem hastily today on November 1st, 2024. I saw a rainbow this morning, I saw them as charms. Now, they have a different meaning.

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  • 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!

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