Catch every stone they throw and build your walls.

Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,

The sun will be gone till Friday,
At least that’s what I was told.

The houses will be gone forever,
at least that’s what I’ve seen.

As a deep red tint blankets the west
And ash flakes litter the cities,

The prayers are prayed in vain,
At least that’s what I fear.

Why does red always have to be the neglected pen color
It’s such a bright vibrant color but no one wants to use it
People need to know that red is powerful
But also passionate and beautiful
You need not fear the red pen
Instead of seeing danger we need to see love
Because isn’t love what we all look for
And seeing red will now only mean love
We can save the red pen

My Emotions are close to nature
It listens to my laughter and feels the drips of my happy tears
And responds with warmth and light
Yet it also hears my gasping sobs
It listens closely and sometimes
Hears nothing
And even on those empty days
Where I give it nothing
It still gives me a sunset
With colors close to my heart
A gentle reminder that it is still there
Listening.

The sickeningly sweet kiss of death softens the bitter blows of life
Happiness slips into unbridled joy
Your touch remains ingrained in my brain indefinitely
Love flows freely to all I see