thesunshineloves

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  • thesunshineloves 13h

    Ps : Ik this sucks!


    The Snowflake Breathing (雪せっ片ぺんの呼こ吸きゅう, Seppen no kokyū) is a simple, yet elegant Breathing Style derived from the Water Breathing and Ice Breathing.

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    // THE WARRIOR WITH INKS AND SWORDS //

    Blue blossoms strike her heart hard, as she breathes out snowflakes, through voids of thin air, watches a pair of blue eyes and strong claws pounding onto her bosom with piercing gaze, she lifts sword to strike the beast hard.

    One more day of mythical mischief leads her to downfall from the last piece of land. As she trips and falls off, cold blood stains frozen lakes, a pink lotus hiding in the fog, the string between her and the beast hold her midair.

    Her sword breaks the string, again she begins to fall, but the last words from between the air shoots fear through her spine, halcyon bursts in every synapse along her nerves, clots of ink ready to surge into her smooth skin.

    Final draft of her last poem, battlefield covered with petals of her poetry, as her sword falls onto frozen ground with loud clink.

    / metaphors greet dead, as she dances lively again in the womb of poetry, her sword and her quill, both held her in peace. /

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 2d

    I can become colours of heaven,
    if your sky is dark,
    until the sunrises, I might stay.

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  • thesunshineloves 2d

    I don't have to shine anymore,
    afterall I made you the moon.

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  • thesunshineloves 3d

    Dear sky,

    I escape from my mirror, to write you this letter.

    This side of my skin is all fine grey contrast to my pale porcelain outer skin.
    A torn flag hung onto souls' shoulders which are already hanging low after losing in their very long fights with death.

    I search for my letter that shines like a starry ribbon in the sky, but it gets burnt after reaching soft clouds.
    My metaphors fall down like a meteor shower.

    I send you stories by your bedtime, but they do not reach you. You stay awake and search for me, as I drown back into my deepest oceans.

    I find peace in rain,
    my shadow dancing along with me,
    while twilight wears it's lacy cape
    and sways.

    / before I sleep forever, let me tell you the last story-

    sky is on fire, sunshine drinks the fresh wine from heavens extracted like rains, while sunflowers standing below tell this tale to the lavenders standing right next to them. /

    ©thesunshineloves

    #writersnetwork #wod

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  • thesunshineloves 5d

    she'd talk with her paintings,
    purples blend in her carpals,

    as all she'd draw in the night,
    was him.

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    // W A Y B A C K H O M E //


    love is the last supper to my bones,
    festooned with uncanny cataclysm
    and silver lining of misery.
    beds, rooms, living area everything empty.
    once a family, now in just memories.
    those claws that get me wildflowers,
    fins and pearls,
    paws get me signs of first rain - first snow,
    wings with maples and songs of my cinnamon roll,
    all left me alone.

    settling down after a short panic attack,
    / not paws or claws to hold me tight /

    trapped midst unknown syllables,
    / no fins surround me anymore /

    not any receptor accepts my proposal of speech,
    as my vocal cords do the bare minimum,
    / as my lovebird would make me speak, left me /

    I lift up the wildflowers,
    crushing and pouring ink to write.
    trembling hands, write those names,
    as at the end of every name of my sweet pet,
    comes a tear.

    as antiscians visit me for every eclipse,
    clutching onto my gown as good old days,
    just as lightning strikes on my window pane
    and snowstorm goes calm,
    they leave.
    as this short visit of my beloved by noctiphany,
    helps me stall my last breath.

    to meet them on the other side, I wish,
    memories last long, thence,
    I thought that love would last for ever, I was wrong.


    ©thesunshineloves

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    - Aurelia -
    Her eyes look like unheard stories shaping clay moulds into archaic symbols of greek sculpture. Ferns adore her art, like poems adore her hand. Hooded ancient scribbler notes down this wholesome tragedy of her beauty, fading into stardust, on every full moon; as she kneads the raw heart full of thaws, to give a coarse tone to her soft armature made of delicate metaphors aligned. Lifeless sculpture breathes through her charms and breaks into tears in her arms as she quietly hugs it while sobbing.

    - Love -
    The rain is falling into the lap of mother, her eyes holding onto the dead child, as she surrenders the universe and offers it as homage to the holy trinity. Her fingertips still caressing the child's hair, pouring life into the scalp and skull. Soon awakens the child in heaven to find, an old man awaiting by the olive tree in their very own backyard, holding a box full of truffles and honey. While he leaves for the truffles, her arms fall down, she lays on the ground, by drawing life from every cell of her body into her eyes, to capture her child jumping with joy. She offers herself.

    - Xenon -
    Two lovers found two roads, one road allows only one person to travel. Ephemeral, burdensome, decision making time arrives as they borrow another hour from heaven to stay together. Like wallflowers with wanderlust, following a pitiful fate to rhyme a melody before departing, the xenon undresses his pathetic form and devotes himself to the pure bliss called love.

    - Old lavender -
    Your smile is a lie as the corners of your lips twitch with the tears rolling down from the canthus of your eye. You smile is real when you leave the old pages and old books in the cellar to find a new book from the unusual store called life to renew your writing skills and better adding more paintings if words could not describe the little descriptions of your routine.

    - Noah -
    When flowers bloom, the selene in mufti inspects the ruins after war, encounters the river. Crestfallen moon dips into brook, as it's shine brings the dead river back to life. Butterflies flutter their wings pouring some pollen over the soil where water meets. Elegant embodiment of forgiveness takes birth after destruction.

    ©thesunshineloves

    / @writersnetwork Goonja sa hain koi iktara! ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ /


    #thesunshineloves_wn

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    • c i p h e r i n g c o l o r s •


    // dauntless sepia descends -
    where if love stops to lead, hope takes over. //

    // sublime bohemian pastels fly when -
    galahad sojourn in mapletown transcends to sleek path of mercy through music. //

    // warm ambers in frost reign -
    as silver sword of the fierce valkyrie chops the sunshine to scatter peace in all the nine realms. //

    // rosewood turns to papers -
    if bones are powdered to make pearly ink, as tears of heart form words. //

    // saccharine shines -
    when pain disguises in poetry but cyanotic effect of pain doesn't subside. //

    // mustard succumbs -
    cathedral swings in night stars, carols refuse to stop, candles lit to send sign to the alpha and omega of universe. //

    // beiges add to walls -
    as burnt roses slip into thin air, flee towards west, leftover ashes of thorns still pierce into soles of feet, results in phantom limb. //

    // ascian nebula refers to -
    lost souls resting in gray to reform stablility in anything by stumbling over in arcades of lemons, as cicadas trail over their capes while they silently disappear into shadows. //

    ©thesunshineloves


    #wod #writersnetwork

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    #wod #pastelpoetry #writersnetwork


    / V a l e n t i n e V a g a b o n d /

    let's get rejuvenated, dear love,
    in finest creams of crests and crusts
    on earth,
    while planting stars under clouds,
    rejoicing pristine dawns under moon.

    candles and lanterns lit,
    by the parsley hills,
    handmade stars pinned onto pastel roofs,
    for quardragesimal fest of prayers.

    beiges of shores and scarlets of sun,
    nebula of sky and turquoise of hills,
    towns with no doors or thieves,

    under cain colored roof of aurora,
    easter eggs blooming in shadows of love.
    exchanging energies,
    from gibbous to crescent,
    let's stay together in the soop.

    ©thesunshineloves




    (soop = forest in Korean)

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    #patheticfallacy


    // The red shadow //

    The red shadow grows long
    as my handmade sun moves from my 6-3
    morsel of morales pinned onto my wrist
    like bells onto my bloody bracelets
    reminds me of heavens
    as another dream I illustrate

    the red shadow
    feeds off my satiety,
    purple from my bones and sky from my brain
    before night swims across the pacific
    to reach my bruised palms
    it'd engulf the light in me

    phosphenes die
    before I sleep
    flying all the night
    to watch my shadow
    disappear among the other shadows
    together we vagabonds
    rush through parsley hills

    getting rid of red shadows is difficult
    red strings break without efforts
    magenta slowly caresses nuances
    timid thalssic snowflower borne in my heart
    like lost and left memories

    ©thesunshineloves

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