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 color is ocean blue

It’s the label of the Hawaiian beer bottle on my desk, one of the first colors I now see

Eating pizza and drinking beer is maybe not something I should do

But after a long day of work that doesn’t bother me

When I’m tired at the end of the day

My will power doesn’t have much left to say

I just want some comfort food and drink and watch tv

The evenings are just not the bes...

What does red mean?

Is it the fiery boil of anger saved for someone special?

Is it the deep and dreadful scarlet of blood along the floor?

Is it the candy apple of poison deep inside a heart?

Is it the ruby shade of power that consumes the brain in hold?

Is it the bright and lightning fire of danger in its path?

And all the dread that it represents.

Is it the cardinal of morning and hope th...

Some will say the paths were blue,

Others red, bold and true.

But those who walked them remember well—

They were crimson,

Like Blood in Snow.

Violets sprouted everywhere—

And life grew wild from every cost.

A soft reminder of all that bled,

Of paths once Blue,

Now Violet instead....

Paint the sky

Such a pretty canvas

Sweeping brushstrokes

Blues and grays

and all the colors sunsets are made of

A smear of pigment

a splash of sun

A little brush for a distant bird

A horizon stretching out

from border

to border

Too many clouds clutter the sky

so wipe one off

Too bored?

Dance your bristles into the Northern Lights

Overwhelmed?

Splash a can of purples and blacks

To make it night

...

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...