Scarlet Amour, no more.

12:10 AM Scarlet Amour 12 Comments


Scarlet Amour.

The mask behind emotions.
The reason I learned to let go of happiness. Pain. Anger.
The drive behind my days. The pumpkin steamers, the healing.
Healing behind every bad evening, & every good.
The scars. That follows oh so closely behind love's shadow, but eventually fade away.
The hope. That the sun will rise and that the music will encapsulate my heart over and over again.
The goodbyes.
The best friends gone on missions. The tears. The countdowns. The food. The lonely nights. The crowded rooms. The inspiration.
The motivation to keep going.
Because the valves of our heart never burst,
unless we let them.
Knowing that one day, this life will be better.
Because God is & always has been love.
The love to love.
The happiness within ourselves, in our hearts, and in our minds.
Pushing forward with positivity in a high school of continuous disapproval. & because this world was never meant to be a final destination.

so forgive me.
If my swear words have offended you, or if i was never good enough.

& i know never seen paris physically. but i know its there. and that's good enough for me.

+Alexis Osmond.

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Soul.

10:33 PM Scarlet Amour 3 Comments


Sounds of unapologetic screams and painful simultaneous uses of the word "push" make the playlist of a fresh heaven sent soul to enter in this absolutely terrifying world.
A world where we talk about bombs in Syria and Parisians with throats slit on trains. We talk about airfare to Paris these days. half off normal price. but taking the time to hover avoiding disease in public facilities is no way to strengthen any leg. 
We talk about love. 
We talk about caring eyes and vanilla flavored lips that glide down our bodies so innocently. Cells divide and nature throws its course in a fiery whirlwind so fast the hair we so carefully brushed covered my eyes so thick all i could see were the dark stains your heart made on my shirt. Blood. that the waves cursed with my body and i drowned. time and time again. Echoes of our heartbeats and the smell of freedom dance around in my mind, but we were injured. And all that was left were sounds of an unfinished love song desiccating in the dust. 

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The heart. No where to be found.

10:40 PM Scarlet Amour 1 Comments



when he left,
you found yourself mindless. 
when he left,
you couldn't sleep in your bed because you were
afraid to feel his warmth. 
when he left, 
you couldn't bring yourself to turn on the radio
in fear of hearing the song he sang to you at 2am when it was 
impossible to sleep.
when he left, 
you couldn't eat because you didn't want 
to taste anything but him.
when he left,
you couldn't take a shower because the water
dripping down your back felt 
like his finger tips. 
when he left,
you couldn't breathe because anything else that wasn't
his breath was unacceptable. 
when he left,
you couldn't find yourself. 

When he left you,
you left too. 

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When you give a girl a library..

10:58 PM Scarlet Amour 6 Comments



When you give a girl a library.. she'll find herself a book.
When she'll read that perfect chapter.. she'll want something warm to match her ignited heartbeat.
So she'll order herself a coffee.. while the windows melt with rain, symphonic with each drop. 
As those tears of angels pour.. she'll have the urge to jump.
And with rain on her cheeks.. she'll want to kiss. 
So she'll kiss her coffee cup.. she'll spill. 
The dark liquid will burn her chest and seep through her brand new white laced dress.. So she'll start to cry.
When tears consume her cheeks.. mascara will run, eyes stung in a never ending misery. 
She'll throw the book.. and remember why she never liked to read in the first place. 
The pages rip and bend.. so she'll have to find herself another book.
At the library. 











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