Color on the canvas drips together in a river of hues

They mingle and they swirl

Some deep and some shallow

Each molecule touches as they collapse

Together they are desired for a beautiful shade of brown

It colors the cheeks of the women in the hall

At each glance I gain new perspective

The river of color returns to me again

This time it colors the end of her shawl...

The war between anger and sadness

Combined to make the perfect shade

But still

Fierce on their own

Anger

Bright with heat

Blistering red and ready to fight

Sadness

The royal blue

So calm and perfect from the outside

But alone, deep down

Together the two could make a perfect pair

With the perfect amount of heat and cool

But still the war rages on...

High

Like the sky

Deep

As the ocean reef

Blue

The colour of ponderers

You

Dazzled by its wonders

Let‘s drown

In this drunkenness

My gown

Is this teal bliss

It‘s calling to me

This colour of splendour

It calms this beast

Makes me surrender

A drug, a remedy

For this broken heart

Torn by tragedy

The blue a fresh start

Like a fish

I gasp, beholding it

I relish

The blue, soothing my spirit

A myri...

Violet

Can be Violent

The color

Of tyrants

Of royalty

Of defiance

Violet

Is a color

That I

Find favor

Most particularly

Besides others

Violet

Is soft

I like it

So sweet

Until someone

Removes “o” and “t”

Violet

Not real

It doesn’t breathe

Doesn’t speak

Doesn’t hate

Doesn’t feel

I like it more

That way

Oh, Violet!

Pretty, pretty Violet!

Can’t you stay

That way?

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(Yes, Violet i...

Black.

Vastness.

Never ending

Or, with a different perception,

It’s stationary.

Contained.

Confined.

But beautiful either way.

Either way

Is fascinating,

Intriguing

Deep ideas you find

With no other color

So why wouldn’t

My favorite color

Be black?...

My heart beats with a warm liquid pulse

The thruming pulse a child of anger

An anger that seeps through my flesh

Onto cheeks of Ivory and rose

A prick unto skin

born from a thorn

a oozing amber

which drips to my palm

And creeps down my arm

Harmonzing with the colors around me

A crimson Cardinal

flitters around

Sharing Hellos and goodbyes

with his melodic chirps

the flaming warmth of a hug

and ...

Dewy drops sit atop thin blades of grass

They cling tightly in hopes of making it to noon

Leaves sway in the breeze as birds pass

Their virbrant colors are the staple of June

Macaws screech from high in the sky

Becoming bright flashes of emerald...

Blue, when I see the color blue

I see my name, I see my tears.

I see the sorrow and the fog,

It’s strong and doesn’t let me look through.

I forgot.

A long time ago.

What was it again, this name?

This name I choose,

I believe to help me see who I am.

But now, I’m lost.

Lost in this endless fog.

In this labyrinth of despair,

To find myself.

But who am I?

What is this personality I try to find ...

An empty mind

A blank page

A fresh start

A clear stage

An absence of color

A semblance of thought

A pearl encased

A battle not fought

An angel’s wings

A dress for the bride

A flake of snow

A polar’s hide

But don’t be fooled

By the harmless facade

For beneath the beauty

Are the lies of a fraud...

So often than not

I feel like a leaf balancing on a branch,

Tied to the mercurial weather. 

Bright green to soak in the morning summer sun

Then yellow and orange from the sharper brisk air 

Interrupted by hesitant dashes of light.

Soaked brown when a strong storm shakes me

As I cling to my crooked branch.

How I wished I was a root

Firmly situated beneath the solid earth

Absorbing what I needed fro...