red

Air guitar

Mars seems so habitable right nowthe flat air and silencethe desert sand and rockshues of yellow and redlike the colors in my heart for yousitting side by side with youas we watch this dead landso alive next to youawakens the childish spirit in mewith the tune of your air guitarwhile you play with your hairsContinue reading “Air guitar”

When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, neverContinue reading “Red”

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 thatContinue reading “Sharing hugs with Mike”

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 sortContinue reading “Psychos with red hair”

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 thatContinue reading “Tropical bird”

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.Continue reading “Red planet”