Flaming

Sharing hugs with Mike

“So…” this begins by saying that I was somewhat intimidated by him. For possibly being too dumb for him. He was mathematically smart and he only said things that… connected. And he was aware of everything. I mean, he was a nice guy. Too nice that it was intimidating. With his flaming red hair that

Cold as steel

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

Keeping us alive

We’re keeping us alive At the bottom of a river Vivid images of what once was Dispersed by the wind The shallow waters wash over the sediments Dragging them down with it Erasing us with each warm crimson red cover  

Riskless

I’m so open with you the trust is so deep the risk, so unreal

Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in that

Red planet

Here I am, in the red planet. The atmosphere here stings my skin as I sit alone in this arid dust bowl. The sky’s red and it’s making my eyes bleed. My crimped hair’s brittle and it obscures my vision. My throat’s dry and I squirm on the rocky ground in dreams of quenching thirst.