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LC Apr 30
my heart spills its feelings
similar to how blood flows.
my cheeks turn scarlet
as my eyes take him in.
the hue of my thoughts
is the color of love.
#escapril day 29!
ScarletRose Jul 2019
No constant may it be
How much you enlighten me.
A single sound, a breath
Separating life from death;

Divine beauty in its pure form
Unlike demons, much like them;
Scarlet, yes, it's still defined
Crimson with a touch of you.

Go! Unite the fragments.
See! The improbable dreams.
Read! My letters to you.
Just say it:
"I love you too."
Always waltzing as she walks
a scarlet queen of color
Her darling poses, win her roses
men captured by her glamour.
A little Diva
Will Riggs Jun 2019
Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all the hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys with all my flaws,
I’m helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I’m tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to pain,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the devil, in blood I must seal.

They’ll say I dies of suicide,
But know one knows how much they’ve lied,
It wasn’t a rope, a blade or pills,
That broke my soul, that gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not **** what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness  wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood on my arm.
Anastasia Jun 2019
in the wind
floating gently
to their final destination
bloodred scarlet
already started
to wither
in the gentle

from an explosion
turn to flames
petals turn to ash.

in the wind
floating gently
to rest
a crimson
original was gonna be tissues. glad i changed it.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Your cherry coloured lips used to
bring the coral blush on my cheeks.
But now it boils my crimson within,
leaving my face all scarlet with rage.

You were the apple of my eye,
as precious as ruby to me.
But now, wine and water seem the same,
and jam never tastes as sweet.
What changed, dear Rose?
Why have you faded?
gracie Nov 2018
it's how he's gentle, drawing me close
when I shiver; how he holds my hands,
cold fingers nestled in the warmth of his palms.
how we return to a certain forest, admiring trees flushed
in hues of gold and scarlet; how reality fades away as we walk,
drowned out by the bubbling of a stream.
how I adore his honeyed voice, soothing like the patter of rain
on backseat windows; how the taste of coffee lingers on his lips
when he presses them to mine so softly,
so bittersweet.
how I feel myself falling, but I still run into his arms
because "it'll be different this time."

but how can I outrun reality?
i wonder if you still read my poems
Karen M Feb 2019
They were laid in the road and ****** to death.
Seemingly innocent sins of yesterday yanked
Them from the pedestal stacked high
With promise. Stolen glances stuck
To eyes so warm, so soft, so quick
To deny. Quick to forgive his fault
Of the heart for carving Scarlet
Letters into the skin of young girls.
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