Grey
I have a fascination with the color grey. It possesses a sort of bleakness and dullness that somehow untangles intricacy and complexity into a single hue. It's calm and doesn't arouse any sort of excitement. It's a color that I see myself in. I'm the one who is simple yet incomprehensible. I'm the one who is calm yet provocative. I'm, in a sense, a personal shade of grey inside my soul.
antarctica is blue
too often
when antarctica considers
her own existence
she things of a vast wasteland
of cold white and grey
too stubborn to consider herself lovely
too often
people overlook
the blueness of her skies
the rippling waves
and silent aqua expanse
of her ocean
antarctica has held me
as only a continent can
she saw my sorrow
and drew me into her arms
pure blue letting me let go
her tide rocks me til I can breathe
too often
people have tried to hold each other together
when all we really need
is for someone to let us
melt into the salty sea of our tears
our boarders connect
her ocean and mine
with the aesthetic of the atlantic and the indian
a stunning termoil
few can tread these waters
most get pulled under
we are a force to be reckoned with
Colorful
When I was little
I was purple
All the girls liked purple
I liked it too
I got a little older
I got a little "wiser"
and darker
Black became my color
College days were exciting
My color changed again
Green like my name
Now
no color
defines me
I'm a little of everything
I am still black
bleak
mysterious and dark
I am white
Pure heart
Nothing and everything
Emptiness and silence
I am gray
Mellow and monotonous.
Consistent and safe.
I am still green
Growing
Yearning
Grateful for the rain
The blue of the earth
True and solid
Reliable and nourishing
Ravenously red
Passionate
Deep
Pulsing with life
I am venous pulsing purple
Noble but youthful
A yellow fellow
Full of hope and Youth
Truth and sunshine
brown eyed girl
Subtle and earthy
Rich and rightful
But I am
Never
Ever
Ever
Ever
Orange
Black
Pepper
Pupils ...mysteriously devouring all light with an insatiable appetite
A coat, the sleeves still warm from the arms that filled them
Converse, boots, sexy heels from which pretty toes peek-a-boo
The night, deep, long, filled with the endless mystery of the universe
A silhouette upon which curios, longing fingers trace
Paint, ink...dancing musical notes
Velvet....Elvis
In Hues
It Was Always Red. My Color. The Color Of Love And Passion. It Was Deep, It Was Romantic. The Color Of Blood. Of Life. It Was Vibrant.With Time, It Began To Fade. To Lose Its Intensity. To Lose Its Potency In The Tempest Of His Grey. A Grey Like Steal, It Was Somehow Hot And Cold. A Grey So Clear And Yet So Murky. A Grey That Existed In Total Contradiction. It Consumed Me. And I Wasn't In Red Anymore.
Not just red...
Crimson, maroon, rouge.
The color of my love, my soul, my uncontrollable rage.
The color that pumps through my veins and into my heart, that saturates my mind in shades depending on my thoughts.
The color of my love, burning and passionate like a flame engulfing all that surrounds it.
If we had visible auras mine would be bright and red outstretching to reach others and let them feel me in color.
Black
Nonexistent. A shade, more than a color. Hidden from view, skimmed over in the attraction of sight to other colors. Mysterious, hidden, dark. The color black is both good at standing out and remaining hidden. There's a quiet acceptance and loud rebellion infused in the color. Shady and staying hidden, and coming out in gothic exclamations. The color black both describes my introversion and my desire to be unique and stand out. It's a shade and color of mystery and intrigue, of quiet solitude and clashing opinions. The color black is unlike any other, representing an endless void and empty space, as well as space filled.
