It was so deep, it looked black
as faces bloodied by life
all there was,
pulsing
red
until it rained.
Through hot, thick smog
water broke
uprooting the forest
to soften the Earf.
The dirt was red, too. Bright
and sweet
like flesh meat
as dancers bead sweat
across their hides
Feet souls and faces dirty
its any wonder we made it out
alive
how did we survive?
Could I tell you?
It was soo deep, it looked black
then it rained.
Everything was red still, but differently.
It made me wonder
Dreaming pink.
About the Creator
Noah
short and sweet
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
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