In the early days
I can’t always remember
Things were so full of yellow and blue
And sunrise and sky
And sprinklers and bikes
Then with parting screams
Life was orange and brown
And sunset and birds
And movies and tears
In it’s wake I drowned with grey and maroon
And clouds and hoodies
And work and sighs
Consumed by the dark I could finally breath
And I became yellow and blue once more

Red is anger,
a fire
under my skin.
Lava flowing
like a river
through my every vein.

Yellow is hope and joy,
laying on a field of flowers
on a hot and sunny day,
but that dream
never lasts long
before it starts to rain.

Blue is sadness,
salty raindrops
rolling down my cheek.
Red eyes,
but I see so much blue
I could drown
in my own ocean.

Green is jealousy,
poison ivy growing
and wrapping around me.
Now all I see
is green.

Purple is when all these colors
get too much.
Dark clouds of thunder set in,
lightning strikes,
things catch on fire,
chaos is all that's left.

Black is emptiness.
All colors drained,
black and white
is forever
all I see.

Some say
poetry is just a war
between dark and good —
but only a poet knows
the weight of every
single letter.

Maybe not today,
not tomorrow,
but one day
a soul will
picture the boulder
that language carries.

Poetry can’t be just
black and white;
it is a prism,
reflecting
a whole family of colors.

Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.

This is how we deal with things
Red, blue, purple, green
Splashes of paint against the canvas of life
Leaving our marks in the world

Black

The color of tragedy and of growth
Growing from the ground we walk on
Criticism taken; a better artist created

Yellow

Stereotypical isn’t it?
Of happiness and life
But also of illness, of worry, and flowers in the waiting room
There’s another streak on the canvas
How many more before it’s filled?

Aqua

Drinking and paint water
Vital to life
There’s a calmness around aqua
That makes you feel at peace,
A false sense of serenity created

Purple

For too many thoughts inside our heads
We can’t get them all out
Confusion, royalty, and pride
Pride in knowing that we’re contributing to society
And confusion on how to put it out there
Another streak on the canvas

Magenta

A confusing color, magenta
An equal mix of similar colors – pink and red
Happiness and anger
Or the colors of the flowers next to a grave
Perhaps of the bike next to a coffee shop
that you go on your first date

Green

We’re taught to love green
The color of money, of nature, of all good things
And the color of the carpet at your grandma’s house
The difference you made there
The color of a soldier’s uniform before going to battle
More streaks go on the canvas

Look where you are now
A beautiful concoction of colors, of experiences
That otherwise wouldn’t have existed without the bad moments
Look in the mirror; you’ve changed lives
Congratulations artist

Another masterpiece created

sometimes i'm green, sometimes i'm purple.
not doing a green eggs, and ham idea here.
but, i can be purple. instead, of green.

when i get asked what my favorite color is, but i had always said since a little green pea. i don't have one, cause i never wanted to hurt the colors feelings.

but, i'm green. or, purple.