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A Jan 2018
I'm pink, I'm purple, I'm blue,
And I don't know what to do.

I'm not rainbow,
I'm not black and white,
I contain no yellow in myself,
But pink and purple feel right.

I have a blue,
As bright as the evening sky,
It's not like a clear day,
So I am dark blue today.

And I'll be pink tomorrow,
No matter what you say,
So don't mind my pride,
'Cause I'll be purple forever,
And I won't run and hide.
Star BG Jan 2018
My favorite color is RED.
It gives me a chance to let passions rise.

MY favorite color is ORANGE
It adds to my joy and creativity
letting me be serine.

My favorite color is YELLOW.
letting me shine inside love
and compassion.

My favorite color is GREEN.
It aligns me with balance
and stability for peace.

My favorite color is BLUE.
helping me shine light on sadness
and expand consciousness.

My favorite color is purple.
It aligns me with heart to have wisdom
and dance.

My favorite color is INDIGO.
reminding me of my soul mate,
who I love very much.

My favorite color is VIOLET.
It reminds meI am full of magic
with power.

I’m a walking RAINBOW,
divine and blessed
as I walk below sky.
Inspired byMel K Thanks
mikhaila Jan 2018
All thanks to you
I am purple and blue.
Purple and blue.
Purple and blue.
Oh, but you knew,
I hated those colors-
purple and blue.
It was fun for you
but I hope you know,
I hated you, too.
You, you, and most of all,
the purple and blue.
Oh, what I would do
to make you know what it was like
to always be
purple and blue.
samantha page Dec 2017
she woke up at 3 am
the sky was a hazy purple
from today's snow

the snow wasn't the only
thing falling today
she too, was falling

falling in love
snowflake
by snowflake
-- Dec 2017
Justicia, undue, un-dewed, *****
But spiralled, like convolvulus vine
crawling past pinstriped stems that harrow
the spitting aches in tandem.
Behold bent
Blossoms whose petals, like
Whose dead men's lids,
Have yet to be teased awake--
Justicia! Blind you are!
Lower the sword-swung abraders, buckle
their knees, on-pounding earth surrender.
Grand gems mark and drip along their lips
Rightly red, though creeps on
Soft pink Vertigo, and dizzying stints
Above my sinking mossy senses--
Justicia, undue, un-dewed, *****
But sunken, lady Hyacinth shall never
bloom near your toe-thin tread.
Long may her purple bleed into
your blindess.
Long may your sword lay low.
Justicia is a roman goddess of justice; it's a shame the romans knew no goddess of mercy, for they were always at war. So they begged Justicia to remain blind, when retribution came a' marching.

*Hyacinth, the purple flower is an emblem of forgiveness (asking for mercy)
annette Dec 2017
my mother sees purple
because purple lives on her flesh.

she has stains
from shoulders down.
they scatter across her back
like pressed grapes.
the juice squeezed out of them
to create a rich man’s wine.
they wrap around her legs
like grape vines.
pulling her closer to the ground
with each step.

she hides them.
when men approach her
she says
“quiero que me ames.
my body has rejected me
and even in the womb
i was mutating.”

the men love her face.
she is a woman who does not age.
they say to her
“tu eres morada.
to love yourself you must
accept the color.”
so they have all added
new shades of purple
to her body.

i think that is why
my favorite eyeshadow color
is purple.
es el color que mi mama ve cuando piensa en el amor.
Enzo Dec 2017
I liked you because you wore purple
Even your underwear was purple
And as you take it off, I found the colors of your flesh equally pleasing
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