is eating me alive. i think it would hurt less, if beetles did instead.
Who has picked up pencil colors,
Such deep red colors, And lighted a little red fire, on that pine shrub: Who, O Who, has made this red cardinal! On this colorless white morning, who made my morning, lucky with red! © Manan sheel.
What’s said is said, what’s done is done
I wish I could tell you there are still days in the sun But you pulled the trigger and I jumped the gun And just like that you and I were gone We tried to save what was already dead We didn’t realize we already pulled the thread What’s left of us is nothing but regret What once was white, has now turned to red It was beautiful, it was better than summer What we had together, I will cherish forever I know we ended, I know it’s all for the better But I’ll still miss the times we spent together I’ll always remember each afternoon The sunset and the breeze each day of June The song that we always rewind from that album Somehow I feel these memories won’t leave anytime soon I miss you but I won’t chase after you After all, we both know what we had is through No turning back, let’s leave without any clue To where you’re headed, I’ll hope to never find you
Because Of You, All Of LA Is Grey,
And I Know You're Wearing Red.
I Never Capitalize My Writing, But You Make Everything Just A Little... More.
No twinkling red giant star
Glistens with more red than your lips. No verdant green of prairie grass Can be more fertile than your hips. The sky’s blue hues from morn to night, Are pale against your royal soul. The softened tan of perfect skin Colors my heart out of control. The yellow sun is cold and dark When your aura is on display. Like whitest white more blameless than A child on his very birthday. In you is all that can be seen, In ways that colors only know. Your gifts of beauty more vast than The colors across the rainbow.
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I'm lying on my bed and Green Day is singing,
I'm drinking my tea and sometimes i'm thinking. Dreaming about the time when we'll be together, If you left me alone tell me i'll go to where? My cat is sleeping early today as always, I've tried to walk to you with the all ways. But you burned down every bridge between us, You gone away and now i'm totally in muss.
Every single night far away from her filling with sorrow
Crimson = royal
Scarlet = firecracker Blood = pain Rose = surreptitious Jam = quixotic Garnet = rich Wine = intoxicating (duh) Brick = work Mahogany = Effie Trinket Blush = vulnerability Imperial = rigid Maroon = deep Vermilion = violent
Red is Mondays, swirling in a poisoned cloud Like the aether Ready to grab my hand And throw me into the middle of the week Before I know What it is exactly that I have touched And before I am ready as well Red is apples Macintosh melancholy And candle wax galas Red is an explosion Of dark magic Red and black, the perfect duo Twisting and weaving in their dance All low notes And timpani rumbles And middle C And like the dueling harmonies Red is too loud Too bright And at the same time Always present Always safe Red is blood In the same way my emotions are of pearl Luminescent and shifting If you see them Something’s wrong
amidst the rain
rain in eyes eyes all red red like fire fire in heart heart with pain pain of love love for you you and I I for you
a wisp of smoke curls up--heavenward
until it disintegrates into nothingness a burnt tip-- alighted by an orange flame that flickers quick from a cheap Bic lighter the cigarette dangles tantalizingly between *******-- index and middle it's a balancing act-- to stay away from the ashes and to not drop your sustenance dark red lips slightly parted nearly purple, but not quite as if a speeding car halted at an invisible border the arbitrary line between purple and red she exhales the smoke coming out in elongated ohs once the smoke clears she is gone after all, she was a hazed out, high-defying, hallucinatory, dream
i tried to capture the typical woman from a hard-boiled detective fiction/noir film, in someone's dream. think broadway's city of angels, for an example.