Red Planet Poetry

Connect with me...Attach to my realm. See it. Feel it. Doors with no exit, defying reality. With this pen... there are no laws, Line by line these words from Marrs... Poems, comics, and stuff... For my recent poetry collection feel free to visit the link below...

[officialbabydoll-blog]

allow yourself to be proud of yourself and all the progress you’ve made

especially the progress that no one else has seen

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

Low Light

The room hums a perfect silence. I watch you dream, as I mentally record the ambiance. I place it with my collection of stolen moments. Your face hidden in the tangle of bed sheets, so I imagine your beauty without sight as my eyes adjust to the low-light.

Dawn decapitates tobacco trails, slicing holes in our ebony solitude. The tears of our pores glimmer, like broken galaxies scattered across our skin.

Your scent sets my senses aflame, a smoldering buffet of lust. My dirty mind clouding my head. Not a clean thought in sight, as we lay… in the Low-light.

©R.Marrs 2014.

[veganfoody]

Vegan “Big Mac”

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

damn this looks so good def making one tonight!!!

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Atheist

My Black thoughts Drifting Aimless In the weightless purity, of your matter.

There is no name For the God who created you… Its as if, A perfect flower Bloomed into my existence

From the Hands Of nothingness… I was given Everything.

My words can give no weight, to your Flawless Image.

Your energy so Vibrant… That the light of your smile Purifies my darkness.

Your love Is not religion, And yet… It is in your love I put my faith.

R.Marrs ®2015

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

Blood Moon

A red moon Rises... It's bloody face Pressed against The naked Night sky. Like animals Driven ravenous by the crimson Glow... We hunger For a taste of lust. Fools worship it On bent knees With eyes pointed to the sky Looking for heaven. Heaven is the warmth of your Secret place... We let It take us... Our bodies Bathed In red Your skin is The canvas, I write stories upon with my tongue Under the light of a blood moon. R.Marrs © 2014.

[wordsnquotes]

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (via aestheticintrovert)

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

Low Light

The room hums a perfect silence. I watch you dream, as I mentally record the ambiance. I place it with my collection of stolen moments. Your face hidden in the tangle of bed sheets, so I imagine your beauty without sight as my eyes adjust to the low-light. Dawn decapitates tobacco trails, slicing holes in our ebony solitude. The tears of our pores glimmer, like broken galaxies scattered across our skin. Your scent sets my senses aflame, a smoldering buffet of lust. My dirty mind clouding my head. Not a clean thought in sight, as we lay... in the Low-light. ©R.Marrs 2014.

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

Forget me not

As the last of your warmth slips into nothingness, I am reminded of the absolute beauty of you. How I would watch you and not believe you were real until the razor perfection of your smile cuts away the dream, and there you are…pure reality. Nothing can erase you. Even as time slowly erodes my memory your Image remains. Even the smallest details, softly gleam with pristine brilliance. I did so much wrong at the right time. I tried to cauterize the darkness Of my life and in my pain and frustration I burned everything… Even you. Forgive me… My Imperfection is my curse. Without you... The weight of it all is crushing. You made me better. What a fool I am to deny my own Cure. Remember me… In your heart let the good of me live there For you my love will never stop. As for me… Forget me not. © R.Marrs 2014

[soulist-aurora]

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.

Simonides 그림은 침묵의 시이며 시는 언어적 재능으로 그려내는 그림이다. (via soulist-aurora)

[boboneilwe]

You were born an original so don’t die a copy

(via boboneilwe)

[soulist-aurora]

Art transcends language. Because language is the art of communication.

Hajin Bae (via soulist-aurora)

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

The Return

Pain… Silence… What is this place? From it I emerge.

Light greets me with blinding warmth. I gasp on new air its taste raw and tainted.

The crisp breeze knows me we laugh as new days are born.

I expand celestial wings over gaps of time. I shudder at ugly winds, that leave their sooty corruption along my breath trails.

Souls of the forgotten and damned swirl in a blur of sound as they vie for my attention. They mistake me for an Angel…

I cry for these tortured ghost, trapped in limbo for the sins of their flesh.

I ponder my fate with a child’s imagination. Old thoughts and memories dull and crack,as I become new life… On my return.

©R.Marrs 2014.

[forestwitchstitch-deactivated20]

Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshiping.

Hubert Reeves (via novemberkind)

[redplanetmarrs-blog]

Under the guise of control I escape. Crooked intersecting paths extending endlessly. My destiny trapped within these walls of my demise. Each dizzying twist and turn identical. Blind whispers guide me. This living trap, sealed tightly around my fate thread Infecting the fabric of my life. ...

[coffeepeople]

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Advice for new poets?

I don't know if I should be giving "Advice" but... I will say this. Make sure your not just writing "Words". See them, hear them, feel them, taste them. Take everything that hurts or gives you pleasure and put it all on that damn page! "Hope that helps" :)