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TinyATuin Jan 2017
Red
with Red i claim:
1. the land i roam
this is mine! this is my home!
with Red i claim:
2. the girls i kiss
bright red lips on redder cheeks

and with crimson nails i rip
i rip the flesh, i rip
i snip
and Red is mine
and i am Red.

and finally-
with red i claim:
3. myself
my body, soul
i take it back
i steal
i grab
i take it all, for blood is Red
and Red is mine
and i am Red.
SabreLi Dec 2016
Infinity on end
The hourglass has fallen and time continues to pretend
With grains of sand spread far and wide
They cover hilltops and mountainsides
They paint the world an unearthly glow
But all that glitters is not gold

Yet here in our little bubble, ignorance is bliss
But just beneath the surface we know not what we miss

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To cut the strings
Is to switch off the life support, rebel
To flip the switch
Is nothing but a one way ticket to Hell
Or so they’d have us believe

Edges on display
The shiny glass has broken, fragments scatter in disarray
With shards of glass spread far and wide
They cover oceans and countryside
They paint the world with unearthly snow
But all that glitters is not gold

Here they give us nothing, yet we honour and obey
So what have we got to lose, of what are we afraid?

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To grow our wings
Is to remove the safety net in place
To cut the strings
Is nothing but an almighty fall from grace
Or so they’d have us believe

Eternity’s end
The hourglass has shattered and the puppeteer descends
With freedom now spread far and wide
The tainted earth is purified
The strings are burned to ashes and dust
Leaving all that glittered now to rust

Now we see the world in truth, no more ventriloquism
We see it all; the black and blue; why not embrace the crimson?

Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Another rebellion against the lowest level of the great 'above'.
Running heavy down my arm
Dripping off my finger tips
Onto the ground where it pools
As I stand there, weakly
With another man's splattered with my own
Love is so crazy let my love beauty agree
Love and beauty are not in direct conflict
beauty is so charming and love is so frenzy
Beauty is to submit this is the love verdict

Love takes beauty to go just hand in hand  
At times rivals make them to be head to head
Love is of its  kind and beauty is of its brand
Beauty is real the target and love is spearhead

Let my love just submit let us burn in the fire
Let us be at the top to find just eternal fountain
Like a true lover of beauty allow me to admire
My love is golden and your beauty is crimson

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
b e mccomb Aug 2016
they say that
if you imagine
something
vividly enough
so many times
you'll begin
to believe
it really happened

(example
a. blood)


but believing
something
without it ever
having happened
doesn't give you any
extra lessons learned

(example
b. blood)


and you've seen things
in your mind's eye
enough times
to know

(a steak knife to
the throat or a
pile of pills
down the hatch)


that you haven't
learned anything
except how to
lie awake for half
the night while your
brain plays tricks on you

(a noose in
the woods
an overflowing
bathtub in red)


it starts hurting
physically
after awhile
a tightness in
the chest that
just won't go
an ache behind
your eyes
a twist
in your stomach

(the yellow line
a pair of headlights
in the middle
of the night)


it keeps you up
just imagining
mental pictures on
the screen of your
eyes that you
can't shut off

(a railroad bridge
the scene of some
prior and future
disappointment)


flashes around the
bathroom mirror at
four in the morning
on a saturday night
when you can't
breathe

(example
c. blood)


worst of all
you're afraid.
Copyright 7/31/16 by B. E. McComb
shannon Aug 2016
Crimson red like
A rose, a flower that
Weeps, a boat that
Sinks

Drunk on air,
High on dreams,
Dripping, drowning
Like the sea

Scorching touch like
A flame, red; red everywhere
I see, petals writher like
Death at a scene
Eloi Jul 2016
Crimson and bare as I stand,
Yours completely,
Blinded by your ever lasting beauty.

Pale white and fragile skinned,
Waiting for the pain to begin,
I'll leave it all behind,
But I will be leaving with blood in my eyes.
Poetic T May 2016
Within lagoons its sins did
feed upon its perception,
                  Churning in a vacuum
                   of malevolent damnation.
Its singular words corrupted
white satin, soiled by its pestilence.
                   Like lacerations upon the substance
                      it lingered like vines consuming.
A soul drowned within pools of scarlet death
Malignant smiles on a polluted husk.
Pauline Morris May 2016
On my knees but it hurts to pray
I wither in agony every ******* day
I must ask you to look the other way

I am the cautionary tale
I have stepped behind the veil
But even in death I was a fail

So eager for death
For secrets to be kept
Till that final last breath

I prayed for the pain to stop
I prayed for the demons not to romp
Through my life, on my dreams not to stomp

Seems that I've prayed to one that refuses to listen
There seems to be a rift, a division
For my life plays out in black and crimson

On my knees but it hurts to pray
I wither in agony every ******* day
I must ask you to look the other way
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