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Sometimes I feel like chicken little and no one else seems to see that the sky is falling and that I’m not strong enough to carry it.   Frantically fighting to get out of the way
carmine, garnet, crystal, ruby red flowing out and running down to rest around my head cardinal, cleret alone, I can't bear it as ashen metal clatters to the ground bring forth the cadmium crown 
blood and fire; seeping from the cracks. flooding with desire, and blurry flashbacks.   bathe me in daylight, so i can lick the flames. your love burned too bright,
𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔥 𝔰𝔬 𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫
Look up to the sky friends, Can you see the coming end? Red rock falling from the sky, Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise. Say your last prayer, beg for eternity; The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white   as the butterflies in my stomach   flap their technicolor wings.   but the only color i feel   is a deep, melancholy blue  
A nightmare I  feel like all my horniness molds into a super power, power ranger activation that shits crazy  She craves  Hot Cheetos ,Budlight ,Tacos de Lengua , Oreo Milkshake
A nightmare I  feel like all my horniness molds into a super power, power ranger activation that shits crazy  She craves  Hot Cheetos ,Budlight ,Tacos de Lengua , Oreo Milkshake
Power is my sword. Grace is my ford. And me not be a hoard. I use to like my cable cord. Now I carve wood art. My palace is made out of form.
Nestled alongside my roost of books and blankets I wonder where you have gone to To the south perhaps? But it's already mid March and snow still continues to fall  
Blood drips down the hands of the Savior who is filled in body brands He, who died for You Is the one that is stoned until turned black and blue
What color red is she, I say. Her fur so shining-smooth.   It bounces and rolls like waves of water, crashing as she runs through the night.   The ginger envelops the currant
Period. Not the kind present at the end of a sentence, not the kind that boldly sends a message.   But the secret kind.
It’s warmth from the fire, Expanding, expanding, and expanding until I struggle to breathe The color of my palpitating heart as it teethes,
a loveless heartis nothing buta heart-shaped box
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
The red petals  Remind of blood  Which is  What they will draw  When someone  Dares to come  Too close  Beautiful souls  Always have  The sharpest thorns  To protect 
Good morning Light in the sky Come to wake My sleeping eyes How are you This day bright Never did I Know such might
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
I tiptoed on the patio to keep my feet warm I unfolded my book and began to read Just as I spotted a red leaf in the tree It's a metaphor, you see That one little leaf I tucked my knees into my chest
Dear Texas, You warm my heart, From you, I found my start. I love to see that red, white, and blue.    
Bleeding onto pages its heart has been pirced  An aversion to the spill   They say the felt feels too  loud to see The crimson color Makeing meanings unclear   Only blue or black
Red.   So Red. That's what color you seeped out. But please don't get me wrong, it's not because that's the color of  love and passion   No.  
I've always loved the color red It can be so intense How one simple color can mean so many things I've fucked with red as my lingerie That was a good night I've painted my nails red
Dear Red,   I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
Dear Red,   I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
Small man, rushing manAlways wanting to cross the streetPedestrians pass him by faster than falling sand.The red light has him beat.
On this day I wore red A color so beautiful and bold I did it to be ahead And hopefully it will have him sold   He, however, wore blue
In Red is where my life is. That large blaring red light that deserves a sound but doesn't have one. I am swimming in this pool of red, Unlike anyone I know.
My hands are coated in CHARCOAL The burn I got from baking with my best friend is RED All that I can see is the image of WHITE created from the smashing and crashing of endless BLUE.
Her face as red as her name  As she screamed  YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HER!? His blue eyes looked into hers  Baby, Baby no she is just green with envy of us  and our perfect purple baby 
All you know is red. The red that spills from your nose and enters your mouth, reminding you what death tastes like. The red that you dream of as it chokes you, spitting at you that you are worthless.
Do you ever Stop To think of the characteristics In a red rose flower?   Beautiful Palette of reds Silk Petals Positive phototaxis To the wondrous scent.  
The color red is love, and passion. But scarlet is razors and violent outbursts. Maroon reminds  me of my favorite sweatshirt   and the hair color of a boy I pursued in 6th grade.
At the sight of dawn these angry vapors spawn to spread their sadness  and cause us madness only because they didn't ask for this which is why they don't last too long 
Little Red and the Wolf Once upon a time somewhere far, far in the woods there lived a little Girl in Red who was raised to be "good".   How good? Very good.
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom    Juxtaposed seriously  The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet    Working harmoniously 
I cried tears of color  I cried tears of blue  I cried tears of red; and the color ran through I cried tears of color  each a different hue I cried tears of dread  as my mind thought of you.
she still wears red.   it is no longer the color of her innocence,  the rosewine cloak of her youth, but she still wears red.   red is lipstick the color of blood, is painted fingernails,
She planted beautiful flowers All with different colors and different namesThey all had different needs non e were the sameShe took as much care of them as she could She watered them and loved them She always said they were ugly and they weren't g
so now I await  this awful fate  to drown in a flood  of innocent blood  to choke on reality  because it was too much for me  so now, I wait  for this awful fate  of a red tidal flood 
The queen did love red, and so red she wore. There was red in her kitchen, her bathroom, the floor.   She prized her red glasses she always kept close, for they made what she saw
Once upon a time In a land of song and rhyme Was a girl named Little Red With a hood upon her head Who traveled through the wood Carrying all the cookies that she could To Grandma’s comfy home
Today. Today I question myself Who is in my life? Who cares? and Who holds me back? The answer awaits     You see, for me to ask that I would need to understand myself What do I want?
Bounded by Red, White, and Blue shackles We stand one Nation, under God In the unemployment line.   Thirteen Red stripes
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss.. Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid. Red
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
Sweet Summer nights, Spent with you by the lake at your side, Your enigmatic smile, Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.   I have a cherry colored vendetta,
Here we go again  Watching the autumn leaves  Falling down like confentti into place And I know you'll be long gone soon And I'll try to be okay again But I'm not fine yet at all
I was made in America. My grandfather is a veteran. My father black. My mother white. I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters. I was packaged,
Everyone preaches the great Red, White, and Blue. We've been raised to. But why do we praise Red, White, and Blue? Why is it something we so mindlessly do? Hands over our hearts, we pledge to one nation,
  How could skin so white— Become so red with irritability— How could a face so flush— Be filled again with sensibility?   With adoration prescribed you— And a melted chocolate heart—
    Red is for the blood Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom White is for nothing Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
Roses are red ,  Violets are blue If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you. 
The American Dream By Ryan G. and Joseph G.      The nation I reside in holds a dream To live a life of wealth and to prosper
Upon a time it first was bornFrom a wedding reception box with wrapping tornLetting light fall upon the newlyweds' giftSoon began to move the infant child's fists A red, roman numeral clock
Mi peca, Oh Lord It's dragging me down Filling me with pride Drowning me in sorrow    Mi peca, Oh Lord It's tearing me apart Filling me with dread Drowning me with tears  
Roses are Red Violets are Blue I need Scholarship Money Or else I'll end up in the streets with a 6 million dollar debt that not even the President can save me from.     gg wp no re
It's the color of fire as it dances in the wind, alone. It's the hue of her lips as she leaves a trail on his neck, like a sentence that will never be finished. It's the color that rushes to your fingertips
The air licks the iron Of soft crimson cotton.   The red that you bleed gushes With an ache of thunder rolling through your veins.  
When people see red, they think of love. Every story told to us. Snow White's red lips,  Prince Charming's kiss, There's so much depth that people miss. They think red roses, romance, passion.
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
Red. Redder than your flushed cheeks. Redder than the blood that pulsed through your veins. Red.   Red. Redder than your used lips. Redder than the marks that were scattered across your neck.
What happens when a window becomes bare? Deprived of lonely security- Which normally was aided by dull, pitiful curtains, Will it survive the prodding of light infiltration?
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes Death to Louise the thirteenth, They yell Death to the Monarchy, They chant   CHOP.
Brush strokes over a canvas, Waves, like roads, Like branches on a tree. An old car, papers balanced on the dash, The weaving highway a snake, Glints on the horizon of sunset-red.  
Have you ever wanted a friend so badly. A friend with a little gleam in their eyes. They talk to you and convince you that everything is ok.
Everyone has a different label for it When you finally hit the breaking point When you become so angered You can't control it My family refers to ours As red We call it red Because that is all
E! was I Green   Someone painted me in Red   I lost my naturalness   Giving rise to artifice   I was posted   On a manmade web   Alterations had I gone threw
What is our innate reason for our existence? Has it always been burning bright - Brighter than the fiery red that fills the sky In an instantaneous sunrise? In some cases, our core has flowed more intensely
I didn't laugh when they laughed.I didn't speak when they spoke.I didn't smile when they smiled.I didn't break when they broke.  
I am the
I'm swimming in red today.Don't mind me,Don't let me cause you delay,In your daily comings and goings.  
It's weird to feel your chest ache,
My mother and I walked around outside before her death. She smelled of industrial waste. But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways. ---
Red is that feeling in your chest when you dip her so low that her hair brushes the floor, slightly. Red is  her lips when she pulls you in for another kiss. Red is all you can see when you come in and find her in the arms of another.
Roses are red violets are blue this poem isn't original it's not intended too   Violets are blue roses are red keep reading on but only in your head   roses are red
Your hair may look a little dumb, When did you last pick up a comb? However, if that's just your style, It's no reason for exile.   When will you stop all that fear,
Somewhere in this crawl space that we call a brain,
His eyes grew black with skin so dark He ran in the rain, screaming at his dog  But little did he notice an old woman standing by  He looked at her for a second, she began to cry 
Red lips licked  As loose locks  Cup curve of hips    Red wine sips  Glass rim sings,  Touch of fingertips 
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
Roses are red, violets are blue, we're going to Orlando with someone cool.
Color me blind and show me the world You want the money the cars and the girls But I want the rage that comes with the passion The infinity that comes from the intimacy As we create sweet symphony
The world was spinning, or maybe it wasn't, maybe it was all just in the young woman's imagination
The color of her face when you lean in for a kiss The color of those divine lips   The color of your face when you hold her hand
A Cardinal Sings With soft red wings Such happy things Underneath the shade of a tree Right now he only sings to me!
Truth, or lies? Beautiful eyes Hide the pain.   Scars and marks, In the dark Is her world.   Dripping red, The girl is dead, And yet she cries.  
They say love is red But love is gray Gray like the sky at the end of each day
So he got there this morning, saw no one, just her bed.  Which was curiously red. So he called up the detective, "Listen here," he said. She's missing, nowhere to be found.
What's the color red? It's not the color of the hair on my hair, Nor the color of the sheets on my bed, NO.
Mine was Red I used to tremble thinking that that was it I could tell a mile away just looking at it. But I knew it wasn’t
My eyes roamed the beautiful sea of flowers.
I love the girl with the vampire bite
I want to start off by saying its hard being a Colored Girly-Girl People have no idea Unless you are one, Then you know my pain  
Once, I saw a white rose
Merging onto streets. We flood as an aid to those in need. We see the pain, cries, and pleas. Freedom is so everlasting.
There is a certain Kind of feeling which cannot be Explained— Like the feeling when it rains, or When someone you love Dies—one which goes Beyond words, beyond expression. Feelings which can
She slicked the red across her lips,
Little girl, dressed in white Sleeping in her room so tight   Unaware of what is wrong As the world moves forward on   Until one day, a dorr gaped wide Where walls before had stood with pride.
The darkness outside shines in through the lining of windows The humid air smells of hard work The quick flash of a cell phone, a camera Lighting up the merry faces of battle-worm winners.  
Waiting for someone.     On my pinky, the red string.    
Cut me open Run dry my veins What do you see? Red For fire For passion For anger and betrayal For revenge Action Survival Power Rebellion I seethe with it.
The Red Queen wanted red roses. The roses were whte, so the cards painted them red.   Red roses a common symbol of love.   I paint roses everyday for you. They aren't red,
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
The color you feel when the sun grazes your face  The color you feel when your mother kisses you on the cheek  The color you felt when your father left you  The color you felt when your uncle wrapped his arms around you 
Look Up And see the  big red building spreading out in front of you like a horizon begging you  to reach out and touch it. Home. And you stand
Such darkness, her face streaked black. Such lonliness, her breast against thigh.
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
A red paper crane Blown by the wind Beats its wings lustfully In the night.   Erratic, it skips Over torn scraps Of filthy newspaper On the street.   Under dim neon,
Dear little, red, scarf, I made you. I spent minutes, That turned into hours. Hours, that turned into days, Creating you, Making you, Knitting you.  
I dream of bleeding in front of your eyes, But I must compromise. I'm dying to overdose from the red that once covered the bed, Now only in my head, Slowly becoming a whiter shade of pale as my heart beats,
Green is the color of envy Red is the color of love Blue is the color of freedom While yellow is the color of fun   Black is an evil color White is always good Grey is the color in between
Red, Red is the color of the blood in my body Red is the color of my love my love for you is impeccable its unimaginable my love for you is Red. Red is the color of all that is right all that is perfect
mocking laughter from all corners surrounding suffocating strangling my ears that burn  with embarassment; flooding my face with fire. now, I am Red.
Crush. Eyes met. Smiles are stolen. Her laugh is adored. They fnally build the courage. They talk and make a date. Then on that date night they kiss.  A single date then turns into many moments.
She loved you,  Couldn't you see? From left to right,  Her heart was set on you. I write in awe,  But thankful I am. You were what once filled her heart, But now I am what love means to her.
Red is what I look No color can express me Blue is what I feel Combine all three I am finally Free
I wear a red dress; Bloodied from a long lost heel; I am now a woman.
red means blood   red means tension   red means anger   red means blood boiling in one's eyes   red means rage   red also
The petals of a flower Glow softest red in hue, Below thorns pierce the hand. Blood is rosy too.
The sole of the shoe is burnt brown The body of it is crushed red These shoes pound the ground Running away, looking ahead
My hair is red, I want to go to bed, I have not yet been fed, So I will keep my eyes wide open So I can eat my tacos and Then I will sleep until I must be awake
My last recollection of seeing a black butterfly was not long ago. I remember it was on a particular flower. I remember it was on a red flower that had just bud after sun rise.
I once had a friend She liked to play house She liked the color red   I gave her a present When she had to go   I drew a picture Drawn in crayon It was her favorite color  
This is my first time putting my stuff out there. Wrote this when i was 14- 15. thanks.       red rose, red rose, oh what, do you say? For alas and alack... He took my life away.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
  Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh. Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin. Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
You may think you have me cornered But I am beyond your borders You think I like being stalked? Yes I do admit I am sick of your shit The mhment I knew you were coming
I never thought I’d amount to much, Not to my parents, not to my family, Not to any of the people who cared. Life had no purpose, no meaning,
Into the maw of hare and fear, Drawing you ever near. Many will enter and few will leave, but those who do, lose all sanity.    The maw holds a presance,  Of which you would never believe. 
Red is when your true love gives you a bundle of glistening roses, When your heart thumps uncontrolably, Until you can't breath, Can't think, Until you know he is yours forever.  
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck. 
Leave me As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host. Rain falls upon your dripping locks. Blood pools around your sodden feet; Or is it rain? No one knows. My grave is not marked.
Stained Laying on the cold war floor I’ve bleed red, white, and blue For you? Can this be true? America I salute you I chose to fight for you till’ kingdom come
Empty hands Empty phase Lonely place. Shuddering loose. Ends ravel back, twisting trunks Forty stains, Grape seeds. Whispered gold, precious wrought. Luscious lied.
Sitting on a stained dock Amidst the four winds Is the figure of a woman. Have you seen her before? Her dark locks lifeless As her body sits frozen. Her white dress stained With red.
Red anger swallowing me whole. Boiling broiling bubbling over my emotions like the crash of a tsunami wave. Its pulse fast and driving pushing me forward; it itself hotter than a furnace, the blue flame
A million times I’ve told you before Not to travel alone at dark It’s impossible to even the score For there’s a beast within the park It’s eating the livestock It’s eating your kin
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheart Times will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful. Like new mothers, like flickering candles in dark rooms like flowers pressed into books like new shoes...
her garden flourished flowers of every kind in every color imaginable she took good care of her garden kept the weeds away never let any thorns grow
What is this white cap I wear That makes everyone stare, When I can down the green crown Of liberty to set everyone free?
Red, the color of passion Red, the color of hate Red, the color of pure blood Red, the color of a curse Outcasted by the world, His body is my hearse 
A simple color that is red, Can stand for many things, It can be the color of a dress, It can be your little brother’s hair. It can be your favorite lipstick that you always wear,
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