Like rain clouds

Won’t sleep tonight thinking about your soft hair like rain clouds… I understand that things are slow and your heart beats weighed and heavy while I bloom in orange, before you stay quiet, speak to me in silences like you do times are gloomy like the rain, I know this path before us; it’s faux,

Psychos with red hair

I’m not really talking about those who were born with red hair, but I’m talking about those who color their black hair red while going grey with the belief that the red will make grey less obvious while not actually making it black because putting black on black hair would give it away. They’re sort

The wall

There’s always something blocking ahead. There’s always the wall; thick and made up of stones and concrete. I can kick it. I can try to punch it down with all my passion, but it just won’t collapse. I shiver and pace in this forsaken room. The lights are dim and the cold clouds claim and

Blue, black, grey, and ombré

She walked over to him and said, “I need to have a discussion with you.” “Ok” he said. “It’s about colors. I hate black. I hate black vehemently. I even hate grey. You know what, I hate blue too. In fact, blue repulses me. Blue is like a traitor color. But I truly hate black.

Night cloud

Tonight I turn to the stars, faceless, Turn into night clouds, grey and transparent, rolling over the skies like a mystic. Tonight I stand atop the hill, slouched like an empty bowl, alone and crazy like a silent maniac While thunderstorms cut across And the grey seas snatch with temper Angry at me While I