poetry-in-photography

SUNSET

Drawn shadows
by artist Sun
in the late afternoon.

Sun down
on the horizon line
design solid shadows.

True drawings,
They seem composition
of numerous images.

Well, these are not so many.
But it becomes hard captures them,
when the sun moves to sunset.

In fast motion.
The sun on the horizon
It’is dwindling.

We tried to observe the image
challenged by the details.
But the shadows are constantly changing.

Changing radically
which has just been captured.
Sun shades, nature drawings.

~zd

He made my clouds all cotton candy,
And made my life seem purposeful, dandy.
He was better than stickers, because he stuck continuously.
The way he spoke was angelic, ambiguously.
I didn’t need the shades because I like to take in all his light.
And we didn’t need the fireworks
Because he lit them in my heart
That night.

*melting ice*
The light inside me grows brighter
Every day as time goes on
The fire inside is hotter
Igniting everything like a sun
Destroying everything before me
And all who get too close
With ashes in my eyes and mouth
I am left alone


But now before me in steel armor
She stands in power, fearlessly
On the shores of summer’s ocean
Divine and frozen, Royalty
Her delicate hand deals fate
Spinning her bottle of destiny
Making bets on something more
Taking a gamble on me


My sunrise shines
Through the ice inside her
Like a high powered spotlight
Through a bulletproof window
Behind which lies
The most valuable treasure
A heart made of diamond
Gilded in gold


None who have tried could take it
By force or chains that hold
No thief or beggar can melt the ice
This Goddess can’t be owned
The treasure cannot be stolen
Her soul cannot be won
The only thing that can touch her deeply
Is the light of the burning sun


Steam comes off her armor
As the fire begins to grow
But she never wavers, head held high
She wants the ice to go
Staring right into my eyes
The cracks begin to show
As the frost and ice begin to melt
I’m afraid to draw too close


She grabs me saying “It’s Okay”
Pulls me in so close and tight
The steel plates of armor fall away
Blood and fire, Blinding light
Burning like a thousand stars
Nothing ever quite so bright
On the eve of Beltane, spirits dancing
Forever on into the night


Now laid bare her diamond heart
The steel and ice destroyed by flames
But I would never steal it from her
Instead my fire’s in her veins
It courses through her body
Illuminating her inside
Filling up her gilded heart
Radiating light


Together we become a beacon
Lighting up the deep blue sea
She’s the only one who can hold the fire
Coming from inside of me
The diamond heart refracting light
Into rainbows for all the world to see
Here we are now, bound by fire
Through infinity.


-Sierra Angel

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I kneel beside my bed and pray,
That you’ll find me Lord, in some way.
I cannot hear, see or feel you,
But know I should trust in all you do.
I need your guidance, please hold my hand,
Please try and make me understand.
My heart is open, I keep on waiting,
For the answer to the things I’ve been praying.
So I kneel before you again tonight,
And try to let myself see the light.
I thank you for the birds and trees
And for the beautiful summer breeze
I thank you for the stars at night
And for all the things that turn out right.
I thank you for my family, my home,
I thank you that I’m not alone.
But most I thank you, for making me,
Though a sinner, I can be.
I know that I am not perfection,
But I trust you’ll send me
In the right direction.

He’s the one with ghosts in his head
But they only come out at night
He tries again and again and again
But he doesn’t really like the fight

She’s the one with light in her eyes
You’d think she’d make it through the night
She’s tries again and again and again
Cause, she really likes to fight


It’s not his heart that’s being poisoned
Just his own pretentious head
And if his heart doesn’t do something fast
He might as well be dead

It’s her heart, not her head that’s killing
The Angels try to lay her to bed
And if her head stops swimming in her dark heart
They’d stop telling her she’s dead

He’s got all the conviction but none of the right
And she’s too busy putting up a fight
Who would’ve thought on a dreary night
He’d be cornered by gun held by a woman of light

She said I know you you’re some kind of dream
He whispered somehow you’ve been talking to me
She saw his darkness and she made him bright
But somehow, he was her light

He’s the one who lost the ghosts in his head
They used to only come out at night
And now instead when he lays in his bed
He sees the one who changed his life

She’s the one who had light in her eyes
The Angels tried to take her whole
And now her hearts in the head of a boy
Who brought redemption to her soul

—  I literally just wrote this

Your third grade science teacher taught you that thunder comes after lightning because sound travels slower than light; what she meant was: nothing makes sense while it is happening, yet everything happens at once.