"pantone" poems
Purple is often misunderstood
People confuse it with pink or blue
They cannot comprehend change
The synthesis of something new
Purple has been picked to pieces
Analyzed with Pantone paint chip cards
The public is vexed, this defiance of ***
Twirled around by color guards
They say that violet delights have violent ends
That from this “choice,” there’s no return
But they’re the ones who set us aflame
And we, in their triumph, burn
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Spare parts
Nothing more than spare parts
Nuts and bolts and hair traps
Metal pins and elastic bands
A2 screws and P7 washer nuts
Fasten finger tight
After assembled
Repeat steps 1 & 2
Fixed too firmly
Adhere some glue
A mechanical recipe
The instructions to destroy and rebuild
3D printed
Pasted together
Real feel wood and triple stitched elastic leather
Catalog quality at half the price
Made in China mattress springs
Pantone color coordinated just right
Knock off
Imitation
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
July was deeply Yuba blue
Reflecting everything white and berry tone
I only saw through it in time-lapsed clouds
August burned through the soles of my feet
orange and red and scorching
But September has come yellow
The poppies faded
yellow
The grass drowned in
yellow
The maples turning
yellow
So I will sit in my own golden California
watching time as colors
and willing Autumn brings kindness
until October comes purple
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
It's beautiful,
the sun rising.
It's beautiful,
the sun setting.
For how it coloured the sky,
into a combination,
of rose quartz and serenity.
For every time,
the colour changed.
It's beautiful,
how I thought of them.
For every time,
I stare at the pantone sky,
and paint colour in my eyes,
ㅡ I know, they felt the same.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
blue nights
and blue feelings
full of thoughts
but blue is not the warmest color
it is a clandestine coalition fraught with
the fear of losing my mind
goosebumps plague my arms
lined with midnight tinted rivers—
blue that is
who blew my cover
an ocean mist
canned
set to do my healing
a stinging shock prior to progression
hot flashes integrated indefinitely
right as rain and
cold as coal
choking on my own greasy innards
sapphire, she screamed
tear stained leaflets of mundane
satisfaction
with the inability to recall
her calling
am I she? and is she
me?
skylight reflecting a genuine
taste for ruby slippers
an insane asylum for
marketing matters
****** upon the
heroic cape
of toxic kryptonite
silly sentiments of the nighttime winds
shades drawn concealing
periwinkle despair
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Is it _black,_ or is it _red,_
as it mostly makes me feel _blue,_
when a lover is just a memory in my head...
_Purple_ shades in the passion of our love,
a _yellow_ delight, if it feels destined from above.
But for some, a whitish-gray when their about to ***
Those who believe they're shooting out their love...
_Green_ for the envy of those displaying their
affections in public. _Pantone 448 C,_ for some
people's love is quite ugly. But in the warmth of
us being _orange,_ I warn the woman I love to ease off
the long hugs. As my tenderness is a light _pink,_ so a
quick hug if you please...
_We've all got our shade of colour,_
_to the feelings of love._
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 4:07 PM UTC
Shades of cyan
Dancing on the sky
A luminescent surface
On the backdrop in my eye
Pantone twinkles peeking through the trees
A gentle breeze waking up the leaves
Even respiration as I walk
Minutes paint the sky
With clouds of chalk
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Pantone noir skies
but a thousand buildings glow
not with light, but life
people working, watching, waiting, living
through the rear window I see thousands of lives
lives unaffected by my presence, unaware
thousands of realities, stories, perspectives even more
humanity reflected in each pane of glass
i yearn to have a human life too
a life of possibility and not restraint
to do, rather than watch
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
You're the code that I'm trying to figure out
You're the Pantone shades I'm trying to understand
You're the positivity and the doubt,
You're the missing element I want to cage a grand
I think I have mastered your patterns in crazy alternatives
That right now, I'm still arranging your unorganized buttons
I attempted to love you your likings, just to say that I am widely creative,
Though there are devilish and majestic counts for your respective reasons
Many mouths have delivered and said the same guilt of languages
Chaotic pasts and mayhems are hidden to remember
These wounds and emotions are no longer to be covered with classic bandages,
You're the holographic dream and the impossible to reach in all chambers
I have encountered broken promises and I have trusted ranks of themes,
I guess we enjoyed the pride to where the roads will lead us to
Roses aren't that romantic as beautiful as they seem,
Orbs cannot unsee your inadequate schemes because boy, you're see through
My mind is floating twenty-four-seven like a gushing river,
Cues subsided in between unidentified hallucinations
Honestly, there are things that I insist to sugarcoat,
Scooping the factors that you have a bucket of reservations
Oftentimes, these glitches could appear in authentic waves
Feet are out of the box, searching for the valid sequence
My crumpled heart is the cursor and you're the file I still need to save,
This is the chronicle of how you became my iridescence
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
i often dream of never waking up
my toes are sinking into the snow
watching the imperfect explosions in the sky.
there is no way to reach you from here.
you try to speak to me through the infinite spaces you found in the void
of internet forums we are both apart of.
i am trying to reach you from here.
as i try to figure out the exact pantone color of your eyes
so i can paint my apartment walls the shade of you i still remember.
i am shifting through the boxes,
drowning into the unfamiliar space i still cannot manage to call
home.
i am a shape shifter.
trying to mold into that one perfect sad song.
i am desperately trying to reach you from here.
really.
i am dead compared to you.
you’re so alive.
i am calling from the grave,
in the poems and the songs i write.
you are the sunrise i wake up to in the morning,
you are the color draining away from my skin
as i pour my black coffee and watch the birds go far away.
your eyes are PANTONE 19-0117 TPX-
vineyard green.
i don’t know if i’ll be here tomorrow
i don’t know if this place will ever feel like home.
and i don’t know if you can hear me.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
I’ve tried my hardest to paint the cloud blue
until he walks in,
and it’s suddenly pink with a sweet hue.
should’ve become annoyed—
but for the first time after a while,
it felt like the sky never seemed so reachable
for me to touch any star
and pick up the dream I left far behind.
so that I sit as I watch
how he re-draws my universe.
giving him the chance
to color it gently
with the Pantone of his smile.
I said—
“let’s paint the sun red”.
but instead,
he put the stain on my cheeks
by placing a soft kiss on my mind.
later did I know, my heart was gone.
you could’ve guessed
he’s the thief.
but for the first time after a while,
I asked him to keep it.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
Vast unwanted prairies hovering on mediation techniques,
The primary and secondary sources exist,
A well-spoken dialogue isn’t contemporary for you,
To want a Trinity amplifies organization,
The 5 love languages foreshadow “limited warranty”
Stomping elderberries while consuming champagne,
A 300-watt incandescent light bulb allows me to gaze through the negative of you,
Honeysuckles enthrall lucky moths,
Clones materialize formal breeding,
Standard, Somatic, React, Receive to Receive, and Idiom
Fantasying a gloomy unpredictable picnic for 2021’s lineup,
Freeloading basic cable complicates structure,
How would I consistently reboot without revolving doors?
How would the emergency signs operate without Pantone's?
Oozing tension, the adrenal cortex working overtime, and I lack a spine
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Color’s dervish, wanton rays
bark big waves out to little eyes -
surmise that they could live so bright,
or cut their burden down in middle flight
with Pantone Answer. Limber fantasies
hung dainty on the wire, we blast
a spectrum: chilling op-eds,
townless crier making hay
from sunny days’ hot take.
Alarm us! Twist like windy satchels
full of Great Divide
between the Haves and Left-Behind.
And as the bank vanishes wage,
we colors come of age
in numbers borne to rap
the sounding toll upon its steady head
and leave for dead his monuments
to Avarice, Big Dollar pulled in tow -
it’s too much meat, you know.
Too sufferful for show
when corny love could fit the bill:
high-mounting, climbing still.
Arrest the cold diversions from
your living-time and feel the sun
whenever possible; the harbingers
of war will tremble color-ward
and drop the gun.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC