Thick, warm, fuzzy air
Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off
You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood.
I want to put your lips on mine
The world feels yellow, and orange.
It feels like smoke has filled the air
My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt
I'm in a lucid daze
Looking at you through a curtain of straight black hair, not bothered to move it from my face.
You're eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber
Like fresh water, so cooling on the eyes
Like a spray of water on your back
After hours of sunbathing
We sit there
We say nothing
We take in the sun
   We don't need anything else
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
There is a sun
shining cool
hanging low
and beneath it
is a smiling rose.

Between the two
which one are you?
Anthony Esposito Oct 2017
You wanna be a cool kid,
But your not a cool kid.
You wanna be a winner, but you've never won before.
You wanna see the real world, but you've never lived before.

Disco ball above your head,
Lazers, lights, the beat in your head.
You wanna be a cool kid, but your not made for this.
You wanna be a cool kid, but your not cool kid.

Dreams come true, but not for you.
Love is real, but you can't deal.
The perfect life is real,
But your not cool enough.

You wanna be cool,
You wanna break all the rules.
You can't be cool because your not a cool kid.
Saint Audrey Jul 21
Casualty: my interest fading
Once waxing moon now seen waning
And I did concede your irksome warning
And watched as the rest played out

...

So let bygones be gone, fallen out by the side
Of this road, worn down, still restless, keeping straight
Eyes glinting off token little bits of hospitality
Mother nature being so inclined at times

The stress so unnerving, I hardly doubt it
But tension is eased once it comes to acceptance
And I accept in full, finding time to unwind
Winding stretch of lonely road, dotted here and there by
An occasional landmark
Or a lonely tractor pulling behind it
Iron bars, old and rusted
Found in their hold
Bales of hay or
A small little pond
With a bench beside it
Holding initials carved against the grain

With a heart surrounding

As mine beats slower

At last, the sun begins going down

And the moon grows brighter
Even in its state
And my feet move faster
Though my body is withering
I feel this separation growing
As my mind takes flight and leaves me

Behind, in the twisting twilight
And alone, I walk along
Mei Jul 30
Rain kissed skin, summer's over
Brushed off last teardrop on my face
Air tousled hair, cool change.
My second Haiku and I'm loving it!
CK Baker Feb 2017
it falls through the glow of the wintry trees
building a cover under the breeze
luminous lights sparkle and hatch
snow pack high on the briar patch

pine cones fall from majestic fir
squirrel and robin rustle and stir
sitka spruce at tunnel bluffs
raven roost on cedar rough

dusted peaks at hurley pass
snowline cuts the avalanche
fox and lynx are on the prowl
hollow eyes from spotted owl

cool winds blow the valley trail
whirling snow from diamond vale
chilling flakes in candle hands
moonlight shines across the land

northern lights in krypton green
the sounds of verve are bitter sweet
curtains hang on a cold dark sky
counting stars, a lullaby
V Exeter Aug 4
Let us pass on midnight,
conveine at 1 AM.
Draw sulfuric circles;
ring in which to suffer:
usher us into suffering.
Is this what you want?
So, if I agree,
what would you have me do?
Open up the cell,
& release myself to you?
Let us pass on pretense:
I lust at keeping real.
It's true: in my defense,
I've caught accelerant --
but half the problem is,
lovers that I've loved,
lovers that loved in return,
loved the burn, at first --
then grew placid with the truth.
Draw sulfuric circles;
ring in which to suffer:
usher us into suffering.
Is this what you want?
So, if I agree,
what would you have me do?
Bare your neck
to cool rain, & trace
you, light, with fingertips?
Remind you, remind me,
sensation, slightest, minute,
may wake what remains
within our husks, of a soul.
A shiver. A rolled head.
Kisses shared, with tongues.
Kisses shared on collars.
Let us live this life, then,
in a world of constant decay,
laughs & sighs, laughs & sighs.
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