Orange The citrus taste The sunset color Marmalade past Sour odor Booming voices Roaring crowd Why is orange my favorite color Because of it's sour flavor HardCoreWriter- I've started on chapter one of House of Spades. It will feature one of the ‘cards’ (Spade's followers). It will be 10-15 years in the future. I will also be making poems in between chapters. I hope you all have a great day/night!

Father throws his empty bottle of Jack at the wall And Mother cries over her burnt turkey dinner. I spilled the wine and took my grandmother’s freshwater pearls. I bared my sole And shredded the tendons on the shards of glass, Reminding me of the blood that was shed under the May Moon. Veins tangled like the tree lights— The only way to set them free is by severing.

I brushed your blonde hair Today is your first day of school Your smile was shining bright My beautiful sunflower I wiped your tears Heartbroken you were Rejected by a boy The flower withered blue The bells rang The doves sang Down the hall you walked White lilies bloomed from your hair Old and grey you grew It crushed my heart My beautiful flower Nothing but dust

Bright beams of sunlight trickle through the window The day is warm and inviting I look out on the flowered meadow Thinking of happy feelings and times Butterflies flutter in every color It’s days like today that are for memories So I’ll invite my friends to come play We’ll stay all day till the sun goes down And live in the moment now

These memories are overflowing more than you can hold. You try to shift such weighted grief, but you can’t feel consoled. It’s gonna get easier in time, or so you’ve been told. But you think it’s not fair you’re the one who gets to grow old. There’s just one thing you must remember to warm such downcast cold. Even if your tears can’t dry, tomorrow will come in bold. The sun will still always gleam in brilliant shades of gold.

The color of a winter maze, Of frozen snow and icy days. The shade of innocence, pure and free, A babe untouched by destiny. The haze my thoughts retreat into, While gazing at the pearly hue. A fleeting breath, a world turned still, The quiet white of nature’s will.

Yellow reminds me of the haze The haze of innocence Of bliss Once everything was yellow Long ago Now everything is tinted blue Like someone holding a sad sad cello Is darkening the world There he goes The sad sad fellow With his cold dead face I shoot I hit him Right between the eyes He is dead. Gone without a trace…

Walking past fields of daises, Sun beaming down, Bumblebees floating by, Yet I can’t help but frown. Buttercups and daffodils, Leading to a golden sandy beach, Perfectly yellow day, But blue is all I see, Because I am walking without you.

The color of roses, smiling at you with their soft and comfort smell. **_Thorns. _**The color of freshly picked apples, gleaming a bright red,**_ Poison. _** The news your relative will be okay, as it lights up the room pink, **_Blood. _**_This is not about the color red at all, but white, and how actions and people can stain it all. _

most of the paintings that i find myself doing are what they call -abstract- and i take whatever color (s) i am feeling and i pour the paint in my hands on my arms and throw it against the canvas sometimes delicate and slow for •yellow and from a height l i k e r a i n for blue but the color i throwthefastest is the c o l o r i use the most because i can rarely paint if i am not feeling red