Sep 3 Iska
Azurel M
Red.
The color of sunlight through eyelids,
Morning clouds before a storm,
Frosted rosebuds and Eve's fruits forbid.
Red.
The color of cheeks flushed,
Falling hearts like autumn leaves,
Wax seal of love notes all covered in dust.
Red.
The color of cherry juice on pale lips,
Soft tongues burnt by bitter coffee,
Blurry traffic lights and cold finger tips.
Red.
The color of beating skin,
Tender hearts rubbed raw,
Silk on curves and a moaning violin.
Red.
The color of freshly stained sheets,
Blood red sun dripping down her skin,
The holy place where her thighs meet.
Red.
The color of dim firelight as eyelids close,
Limbs of lovers intertwine in gold,
And now the color of my words, I suppose.
Red.
My favorite color.
Iska Aug 29
City lights
Blot out starry nights
Burning so bright
We’ve lost our sight...
Iska Aug 29
My darling,
Before you set out to change the world,
Remember
The world will change you as well.
  Aug 29 Iska
Katelynn
Someday you’ll love you.
From the sparkle in your eye,
To the pitch of your laugh,
Even the color of your hair.

You will love every part,
From every wrinkle,
To every crinkle,
Every part of you.

But they will try to tear you down,
To make you frown,
To make you think you’re not worth it.

But darling you listen to me.

From the way you walk,
To the way you talk,
You will be mocked,
But don’t you listen.

From your weight,
To your height,
You are all wonderful to me.

Maybe one day you’ll see,
The beauty I see.
The way you were made,
So beautifully.

But until then,
Do not forget,
On how true beauty,
Comes from within.
I hope one day that you love you the way you deserve. You are worth it ❤
  Aug 28 Iska
Robert
The rain trickles down the windowpane
An unsure sentiment from the atmosphere
Hanging heavily from rose petals as they dance
With each new drip, every fallen drop
The water static singing sweetly in the dark
(9/4/13)
Iska Aug 24
I feel like we lived in a bubble
All safe warm and secure
And now the bubble has popped
And we have lost the safety for sure
Iska Aug 24
Stars look like some one spilled a cluster of polished stones and it’s scattered all across the sky
And they’ve been there ever since stuck billowing fabric of time
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