Foreboding Sunlight Gives the Darkest Hearts the Impression of Stained-Glass Windows

'People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.'

Sunlight breathes inadvertently through darkened hearts,

Drought of feelings thinking of yourself and no-one else.

Maps lead you to the heart of nothing.

We're all strangers,

 Discreetly leaving fingerprints on glass.

(Grey streets and white houses)

Windows between different worlds,

Mirrors between our different life's

(Thank you for living my life)

I hope I never have to live again.

We don't need anyone but ourselves to save us.

Trouble stretches time bear in mind life is mad,

All too much the worst of the world is aglow.

Mirrors in the sand, I only know myself

Yet you seem to know me more than I know myself.

Try changing yourself, try being an individual

Too much sun brings clusters of fake smiles

And incessant swarms of judgemental eyes.

We're all strange,

Reality is worse than nightmares.

We can close out the world

But we can't close our eyes to reality forever.

The cruellest corners are teachers of the darkest hearts.

My spirit is sad, my heart is broken but it leaves me at my strongest,

Sometimes we need blunt people the same way roses need thorns.

Changing weather shoreline and the sea, and turning tide.

Sunsets and dawn need sorrow just as much as love.

Traces of wasted youth, youth is wasted on youth.

Stained-glass souls in the veils of darkness crippled by life,

Reflecting the shadows of shadows.

Time against time, life without life

Selfish people in their selfish ways love to hurt.

No answers just more and more questions,

Building and foreboding like greying clouds.

Truth spewed out innumerously like unfurling a blanket of stars,

 No right's and no wrong's, just re-repeating love and promises with someone new.

Losing track of time in the wilderness of the mind,

Where does the horizon and the stars end?

Life specialises in making hell,

What if the seas stopped? What if everyone disappeared?

Tired-out strange forms of waking,

Where did the time go? 

Trails of cigarette smoke hanging around like wallflowers,

The sky turns black and blue, bullied by man and time.

  

If you were the sun,

Would you still shield your eyes?

We're our brightest in darker times,

Silhouettes kissing the sun with closed eyes.

Light seeping through tree-tops,

Sunlight reaper made the moon a sewn shut eye.

Rain on flowers as heavy as held in tears,

People let go of other people like string

Because time lets go of us.

Stars pinned against the tide onto the skin of the skyline,

The universe is drowning from within the heart of every living thing.

 Superb(2th) 

May 9, 2011

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 Suns nephew/niece 

Jul 2, 2011

• Poem for the SUN
• Foreboding Sunlight Gives the Darkest Hearts the Impression of Stained-Glass Windows

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

There is so much packed into this poem... and so many great lines. From these words, I get a sense of the desperate need for the delicate balance that keeps the earth alive... darkness and light, blunt and sharp, sorrow and love; the ebb and flow of relationships across time. Lyrical and thought-provoking.

[laughinglullaby]

This is fantastic. I absolutely love your writing style.
"Reality is worse than nightmares.
We can close out the world
But we can't close our eyes to reality forever.
The cruellest corners are teachers of the darkest hearts."
absolutely brilliant. Keep up the great work.

[trainwreck]

"Maps lead you to the heart of nothing."

Great job on this write. There was everything right about this poem. I loved the rhythm you established in this piece.

[sonceotrok]

CONGRATULATIONS FOR WINNING AND THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN MY CONTEST FOR FATHER SUN.

[Revolutionary]

I find this more a collection of thoughts than a poem.This is like the reason why I am.It is a great piece of writing.

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you touch on so many excellent points here..although this is melancholy in tone..its clever, tight and thoughtful

[Short.Nerd]

Wonderful!

[misha]

Once again, another amazing piece from you. You are a great writer!

[KAREN]

This is beautiful, a work of art!