she stirs them up for battle
but she never stays for the fighting
(she’s seen it all before)
not while there are men in the world
with empty hearts and idle fists
Her auburn hair blew wildly in the cold, February wind. Something about her beautiful blue eyes and tragic smile made me want to pull her close and never let go, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. However, that was something I couldn’t do. That was something I could never do.
Her hair flowed through the sunlight
Catching waves of amber
She looked back at me and smiled
Lips parting to show pearls
Such perfect as she ran through that field
The breeze swaying the tall grass
The memories that still warm me.
THe color of her hair was a rich auburn; the kind of color you’d see mixed in with the greens and yellows and browns of trees in New England. She smiled and her auburn hair blew in the sweet scented summer breeze. I wonder if I’ll see her again
An auburn mist coated the sunset. Nobody would have guessed what was to come. And this is the only memory I haven’t locked away in the vault of my mind of that ominous event that changed my life forever.
her auburn hair tumbled down her petite head and collapsed on her grey coat. she skipped along the road covered with leaves of the fall colours. she picked up a leaf that resembled her hair colour, auburn.
have a nice day.
fun
yolo tyms
yayy
aint nobody got time for that
her auburn hair tumbled down her petite head and collapsed on her grey coat. she skipped along the road covered with leaves of the fall colours. she picked up a leaf that resembled her hair colour, auburn.
my hair is auburn, although i never specifically planned it that way. you might imagine from my statement that I plan the color of my hair rather than let the natural color be seen in public. it’s true. about twenty years ago, feeling a strong desire for personal design change after the appearance of one gray hair, i bought a box of hair color named “5N,” mostly because I liked the cut and color of the model on the box. Thus begun the next twenty years of sporting auburn-colored locks.
Her hair was a deep shade of red, kind of like the way the leaves looked in the autumn. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, and seemed to be filled with warmth and a sense of home and family. Something about her drew me to her. I think it was her hair.
Do you remember the days when people were described by the color of their hair?
EX: She is truly a beauty – with long auburn hair flowing in waves around her slender neck.
And phrases like: a blond bombshell, a raven haired beauty or a firery redhead, you just don’t hear in general conversation these days.
I suppose the invention of hair coloring put an end to that, but they are truly statements
that inspire imaginative thoughts of ravishing beauty. Even the ‘silver haired mother’ has disappeared from our vocabulary thanks to Clairol coverups.
And, I feel somewhat saddened that the images of great beauty that rush to our minds with these little suggested image thoughts are no more.
To escape from the prison of the south and that long red hair that does not belong on a girl who looks as she did and yet it made her one of the prettiest creatures ever to capture my attention. Alabama has her and Maine has me but I think of her and wonder if I had not told her how I felt, would we still be friends?
We all must think of auburn hair. I remember Anne of Green Gables and how she demanded to have auburn hair, and how eventually it came to her, that deep color I always imagine against cream-colored lace, probably because of Anne and her love for Lady Shallot.
her auburn hair flowed in the wind. It looked like sunrise around her turbulent eyes, what a contrast. What did her heart behold. The pain was etched in the creases in her forehead. He longed to hold her. He knew he couldn’t
Her auburn hair flowed elegantly in the golden rays of the afternoon sun. She stood still, right in the path of the forever wind. Every hundred years, she stood in this same spot, breaking the path of the wind around her in two. Tonight, was special.
I didn’t want to remember her. But the one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was her hair. Always messy but always sexy. Soft and auburn, it lasted in my memory like campfire coals. I would find strands of it still, on my jacket, in the laundry, on the floor of my car. I knew them as hers by feel. Each strand was another turn of the screw that seems to slowly burrow in my heart.
I glanced over my shoulder, my long, auburn hair flying into my face as I did so. Behind me, I could see two police cars coming fast. I prayed hard, “Oh Lord Jesus, help!” Eventually, four more police regiments closed in and forced me and my husband off the road.
“Yes, officer?” my husband said politely, with trust in the Lord in his eyes.
“You are under arrest!” the police screamed.
“On what charge, sir?”
“Being a Christian. Come with us.”
Audrey Hepburn has been mixed up here. I think she was a writer, though I’m not sure.
The word seems funny to me, probably because I know its origin, but I also think anyone would find it phonetically funny.
auburn is not only the colour of one of the most unique hairstyles in the world it is also a life style than cant be taught, only lived. I Have the privilege of having not only this hairstyle but also this wonderful lifestyle thanks to one thing Auburn.
Her auburn hair blew slightly in the breeze
The day she turned me down
And threw my grandmother’s ring into the ocean.
She could not be bound.
She was the girl on fire,
Blazing through both day and night alike,
Leaving only a trail of smoke in her wake,
That was as beautiful as it was poisonous.
She had auburn hair and green eyes, and reminded me of the woman Dolly sings about in ‘Jolene’. She was enchanting, and I never wanted her to leave. But she did, over and over again. I never quite figured out why. I guess she felt she had to. I hope I didn’t drive her away.
When I was younger, I tried to dye my hair an auburn color. I thought, “why not be up for a change?” Boy, was I wrong. My room mate had switched the labels (Happy April Fools Day) with a pink dye bottle, and my hair was the color of cotton candy for three months. Talk about having a hard time at work.
She had auburn hair. Beautiful, really. Something he liked to look at from behind the stacks when she stopped to peruse the book she had in her hand at the time. Pretty curls. He missed her when she didn’t come into the library for the day.
The aubern leaves fall down my face, as I turn around and revel in the glory of the season. The cool air, the crisp colors, and everything about this wonderous place makes me happy. I never had the time to spend much time outside as a young boy, and now, as an adult who does as he pleases, I love every second.
I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other-auburn eye- I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.
The girl with the auburn hair stopped and turned to him. She seemed to be flaunting her pearly white smile and perfect complexion; in fact everything about seemed flawless. She was teasing him, and he knew it.
He’d been around many girls like this in his lifetime; his days at university were full of them. The fake personalities, fake white teeth, fake eyelashes- he’d seen it all before. But something about her, this auburn haired beauty, enticed him.
I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other,auburn eye, I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.
autumn life. Livelihood. DEsturction in its purest form. Hair waterfalling. Dreams burning. I am here and now in the simplest of sensations. In the purity of it all. Blue. Relxing. Turning into something. New and perfect. I promise. I promise.
She is sitting in the park, on a bench 10 feet from me. I’ve been observing her for an hour now, fascinated by her long auburn hair, and the nuance of disdain on her face.
Auburn, famous name, favorite season…Kidding its not…its summer but what does that really matter. It doesn’t.
I sometimes wish my hair color was auburn but then again, read heads don’t have souls…Isn’t that what they say?
Her hair was flowing down her back. Auburn, like the leaves falling from the trees in autumn. It was thick and curly, covering her pale, naked body like a smooth, soft carpet. Then she turned and looked at me with burning blue eyes.
Her auburn hair wavered in the light breeze, her bright green eyes gliding aimlessly over the scene in front of her.
“Hey, you gonna come up here, or what?” She smiles and offers a hand down to help me up. I suddenly realized that the only thing I was thinking was, ‘She’s beautiful.’
she stirs them up for battle
but she never stays for the fighting
(she’s seen it all before)
not while there are men in the world
with empty hearts and idle fists
Her auburn hair blew wildly in the cold, February wind. Something about her beautiful blue eyes and tragic smile made me want to pull her close and never let go, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. However, that was something I couldn’t do. That was something I could never do.
Her hair flowed through the sunlight
Catching waves of amber
She looked back at me and smiled
Lips parting to show pearls
Such perfect as she ran through that field
The breeze swaying the tall grass
The memories that still warm me.
auburn feathers
float across the rifts
of wind whispers,
and angel speak
THe color of her hair was a rich auburn; the kind of color you’d see mixed in with the greens and yellows and browns of trees in New England. She smiled and her auburn hair blew in the sweet scented summer breeze. I wonder if I’ll see her again
An auburn mist coated the sunset. Nobody would have guessed what was to come. And this is the only memory I haven’t locked away in the vault of my mind of that ominous event that changed my life forever.
her auburn hair tumbled down her petite head and collapsed on her grey coat. she skipped along the road covered with leaves of the fall colours. she picked up a leaf that resembled her hair colour, auburn.
have a nice day.
fun
yolo tyms
yayy
aint nobody got time for that
her auburn hair tumbled down her petite head and collapsed on her grey coat. she skipped along the road covered with leaves of the fall colours. she picked up a leaf that resembled her hair colour, auburn.
trees
autumn
dark hair
colors
vintage
old shoes
leather jackets
squirrels
my hair is auburn, although i never specifically planned it that way. you might imagine from my statement that I plan the color of my hair rather than let the natural color be seen in public. it’s true. about twenty years ago, feeling a strong desire for personal design change after the appearance of one gray hair, i bought a box of hair color named “5N,” mostly because I liked the cut and color of the model on the box. Thus begun the next twenty years of sporting auburn-colored locks.
Her hair was a deep shade of red, kind of like the way the leaves looked in the autumn. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, and seemed to be filled with warmth and a sense of home and family. Something about her drew me to her. I think it was her hair.
Do you remember the days when people were described by the color of their hair?
EX: She is truly a beauty – with long auburn hair flowing in waves around her slender neck.
And phrases like: a blond bombshell, a raven haired beauty or a firery redhead, you just don’t hear in general conversation these days.
I suppose the invention of hair coloring put an end to that, but they are truly statements
that inspire imaginative thoughts of ravishing beauty. Even the ‘silver haired mother’ has disappeared from our vocabulary thanks to Clairol coverups.
And, I feel somewhat saddened that the images of great beauty that rush to our minds with these little suggested image thoughts are no more.
To escape from the prison of the south and that long red hair that does not belong on a girl who looks as she did and yet it made her one of the prettiest creatures ever to capture my attention. Alabama has her and Maine has me but I think of her and wonder if I had not told her how I felt, would we still be friends?
We all must think of auburn hair. I remember Anne of Green Gables and how she demanded to have auburn hair, and how eventually it came to her, that deep color I always imagine against cream-colored lace, probably because of Anne and her love for Lady Shallot.
her auburn hair flowed in the wind. It looked like sunrise around her turbulent eyes, what a contrast. What did her heart behold. The pain was etched in the creases in her forehead. He longed to hold her. He knew he couldn’t
Her auburn hair flowed elegantly in the golden rays of the afternoon sun. She stood still, right in the path of the forever wind. Every hundred years, she stood in this same spot, breaking the path of the wind around her in two. Tonight, was special.
I didn’t want to remember her. But the one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was her hair. Always messy but always sexy. Soft and auburn, it lasted in my memory like campfire coals. I would find strands of it still, on my jacket, in the laundry, on the floor of my car. I knew them as hers by feel. Each strand was another turn of the screw that seems to slowly burrow in my heart.
I glanced over my shoulder, my long, auburn hair flying into my face as I did so. Behind me, I could see two police cars coming fast. I prayed hard, “Oh Lord Jesus, help!” Eventually, four more police regiments closed in and forced me and my husband off the road.
“Yes, officer?” my husband said politely, with trust in the Lord in his eyes.
“You are under arrest!” the police screamed.
“On what charge, sir?”
“Being a Christian. Come with us.”
“Oh Lord Jesus, help!”
Audrey Hepburn has been mixed up here. I think she was a writer, though I’m not sure.
The word seems funny to me, probably because I know its origin, but I also think anyone would find it phonetically funny.
auburn is not only the colour of one of the most unique hairstyles in the world it is also a life style than cant be taught, only lived. I Have the privilege of having not only this hairstyle but also this wonderful lifestyle thanks to one thing Auburn.
Her auburn hair blew slightly in the breeze
The day she turned me down
And threw my grandmother’s ring into the ocean.
She could not be bound.
She was the girl on fire,
Blazing through both day and night alike,
Leaving only a trail of smoke in her wake,
That was as beautiful as it was poisonous.
auburn hair, auburn colour, auburn leaves, auburn sent.
auburn sees, what aubur does but auburn burns fire in my tent.
She had auburn hair and green eyes, and reminded me of the woman Dolly sings about in ‘Jolene’. She was enchanting, and I never wanted her to leave. But she did, over and over again. I never quite figured out why. I guess she felt she had to. I hope I didn’t drive her away.
When I was younger, I tried to dye my hair an auburn color. I thought, “why not be up for a change?” Boy, was I wrong. My room mate had switched the labels (Happy April Fools Day) with a pink dye bottle, and my hair was the color of cotton candy for three months. Talk about having a hard time at work.
She had auburn hair. Beautiful, really. Something he liked to look at from behind the stacks when she stopped to peruse the book she had in her hand at the time. Pretty curls. He missed her when she didn’t come into the library for the day.
The day was auburn. A late-summer day that didn’t want to end. I leaned on the balcony railing, stuck my dress-shoed feet through the gaps and waited.
My hair is auburn. It is a very pretty color. I love to braid it on put it in a ponytail. My auburn hair matches my eyes which are hazel.
My hair is auburn and it is pretty. I like to brush it and make it look beautiful. Often times I will put my auburn hair into a ponytail or a braid.
femme fatal, insecure, not a color, in between, courageous, affirmation, choice of life, smile
The sky was auburn and purple, like her hair. He knew what they said about gingers was true only more so when highlighted with purple.
She took out her collar and put it on, and sat quietly naked in the corner.
The aubern leaves fall down my face, as I turn around and revel in the glory of the season. The cool air, the crisp colors, and everything about this wonderous place makes me happy. I never had the time to spend much time outside as a young boy, and now, as an adult who does as he pleases, I love every second.
I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other-auburn eye- I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.
The girl with the auburn hair stopped and turned to him. She seemed to be flaunting her pearly white smile and perfect complexion; in fact everything about seemed flawless. She was teasing him, and he knew it.
He’d been around many girls like this in his lifetime; his days at university were full of them. The fake personalities, fake white teeth, fake eyelashes- he’d seen it all before. But something about her, this auburn haired beauty, enticed him.
I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other,auburn eye, I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.
autumn life. Livelihood. DEsturction in its purest form. Hair waterfalling. Dreams burning. I am here and now in the simplest of sensations. In the purity of it all. Blue. Relxing. Turning into something. New and perfect. I promise. I promise.
audrey hepburn burns like fire through my eyes. her beauty burns the eyes of the auburn sun.
She is sitting in the park, on a bench 10 feet from me. I’ve been observing her for an hour now, fascinated by her long auburn hair, and the nuance of disdain on her face.
Auburn, famous name, favorite season…Kidding its not…its summer but what does that really matter. It doesn’t.
I sometimes wish my hair color was auburn but then again, read heads don’t have souls…Isn’t that what they say?
Her hair was flowing down her back. Auburn, like the leaves falling from the trees in autumn. It was thick and curly, covering her pale, naked body like a smooth, soft carpet. Then she turned and looked at me with burning blue eyes.
Her auburn hair wavered in the light breeze, her bright green eyes gliding aimlessly over the scene in front of her.
“Hey, you gonna come up here, or what?” She smiles and offers a hand down to help me up. I suddenly realized that the only thing I was thinking was, ‘She’s beautiful.’