Flaming waters of unrevealed rooms.

Ocean waters sway her soul to where the eyes meet in lust.

 It breaks on the red sea of the fiery circles.

A different kind of flame worries her: She savors it in mind, and not in her mouth.

 Remember when she met the rose of white, and not of red.  

Lame face with one lady eye.  She writes this letter, and throws it in an unrevealed room.

She does not vision her flamed dreams in hellholes.  It makes her wish of people and hope.

This room yearns for choice, open it up, she tosses a smile on the wood floor.

I think she lingers for more. ..

In the warmth of a shell of silence, and boredom she writes an end to escape.

 I Know she see’s her breathless ways.  She writes without an image, and feels with her red aura. 

your consequence.

I said there has to be a Title. This one I will name "consequence"... but, only because it's my right. The body will be about..... (I'm going to bed too tired to think, and I will continue tomorrow)...

Yarn Faces

I made a yarn that was a face. That face had yarn, but not in place. A face with yarn, that had no face. sounds like a faceless yarn with nothing to embrace. Why must this yarn deny this face. This yarn of faces, and faces of yarn that must be lonely; for this face is not a yarn, but a yarn of faces. So, must this face keep hiding in places, without the yarn it must not have a face. The yarn must stop, and look for faces, for it is gone and its not coming back!
what the yarn in the face? or the face in the yarn? must be.....................

blinded by the visual

If I am blinded by the books I read, and deprived from words I have not seen. Then it means that everything I have deliberated comes from within myself. It doesn't come from anything I have come to look at, and not anything I have learned from others. But, only what I have taught myself. Some may think I learn from books, what surrounds me physically, and people as well. But, why can't I have my own thoughts? This logic is true to me  because what I haven't seen is not something that is engraved in my mind, but what is written with my own words is what I offer out of my own intuitive brain.

simply no sense or some sense

by Soledad Sunshine on Friday, July 16, 2010 at 12:36am

… But what is the travesty of all this nonsense? Could it also possibly have something to do with ridicule a synonym of all parody. Oh “dear” or should I have said Oh “deer” like the animal. “Oh the song’s on you” listening to some next…
ok never mind let’s get back on track I was reading this note and it talked about creating colors onto pictured paper. In other words possibly a note for me? And what I may think of life and all people.
This depiction has a certain number of elements (not gonna say how many) but, one has to do with direction, my mother has taught me this. I wonder if my cat knows what I’m thinking (since she’s staring at me as I type away), well probably not she’s only looking at my fingers like she wants to scratch at them ouch…… well, anywho there’s something else that has to do with perceiving a delightful mind sometimes this observation fondles my memory. Ha makes me remember how many mistakes could be mistakes before it actually becomes sorrow (speaking of which I had a sorrowful conversation just the other day that had to do with colors and musical roses). Sensing diligence, and how thorough someone is with their words could play a big part of my commitment to continue to get my audience to understand the components of the way I see life….. I much rather leave you thinking because I know that’s what I have you doing at this point. If I could finish what I started I would, but sometimes things have to have these blank spaces where only the other person could fill in….
Goodnight my regretful crowd. 

I'm Not Difficult

by Soledad Sunshine on Sunday, August 22, 2010 at 7:16pm

Begin by telling me of your deservings, The beings of bodies, and what doesn't matter. Perhaps it was the speed of my rumble as your soul lifted to see my eyes. Recognize what's in my book, I got images of this single myth. Maybe it was this complete situation a face that stares at me with indiscretion. Somehow and somewhere I've met anger.... Can't this grimace frown be embraced by an upside down rainbow like a crazy smile? I'll keep reciting that it's not hard. Because these flames are effortless and soledad's are not difficult...

Think of me as A Novelist of Randomness

by Soledad Sunshine on Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 8:02pm
So here I am finding myself sleepless to thought. Words so abrupt, with the quietness of not being able to hold in verses. Ha, they say if you learn to say words like noncommittal, you’ll find a date (trust me just because you have it upstairs doesn’t mean you’ll be alright). I say you’ll lose your date. Decision, decisions- ever felt like you had too many of those? Answer me !
Sometimes I can’t express my fruitful passion (this I call a bitter sweet feeling)! Is it safe to say, I have now lost my sense of credibility (this makes me not a believer anymore)? Why does that happen (this questions the truth)? Maybe because we live in this not so well rounded world? Eh, who really knows? I could make out what I want to say in less words (better yet illogical beyond attitude), but my ongoing understanding has made it so I would write, and write. If you want to stop reading now…. Go ahead. I can’t help it that I’m always going up there. Bummed at the fact that sometimes you can’t have it the way you would like it to be (try forgiving). Caught up in a random desire? (let it out! it’s not always a good thing nor is it bad)…………
I suddenly feel a little better (by better I mean I could listen to music without thinking). In tune with a more relaxed sway and a bit nauseated (ha this may only make sense to me, unless you could relate). Aaaahhhh why can’t it be another day (I want to see another sun shine like it’s going to rain)?
Did you know that “**********” is worth more than a slap in the face? Well, in case you didn’t – it is! I bet now you’re interested in knowing what belonged in my so called “quoted astrik s*” ha! needless to say you will not know. This is starting to feel like a perplexed puzzle (only to the one who wants to fully understand). Eh, life has its turns….. Now, isn’t this the least bit incisive (the one who states their circumstances really has none?) Honestly, how fathomless can you get (only if you could immerse into guilt)? You have none!
Tonight I will sleep on it. Tomorrow I will think about everything. LOL! I’m such a nerdy nerd! Think of me as a novelists of randomness