Overcome with envy, longing for more and more, for you have it all, and I am left, G R E E N
Pumpkin by Evan Klimas
When is it ‘Only’?by Mia Vitiello
I look at the stump of a tree and say to myself ‘brown’ But is that tree really only brown? I look at the petals of a sunflower and say ‘yellow’ But is that sunflower really only yellow? I look at a heart and say ‘red’ But we all know a heart isn’t just red, so why is a tree brown and a sunflower yellow when a heart can be whatever it wants?
The Draining by Anonymous
Burning color is in my mind, coming from deep inside, turning and twisting with no control, all my days as I grow old. There is a vision deep inside, in the swirls and whirls, color upon color layer on layer. Vibrance matched only by the sun. In the depths unseen, unheard, a beast wakes to shake this world, bringing Gray, Black, Brown to my mind, to drain all that is inside. Once life and beauty flowed, now coal and ash simply blow, in the wind of this barren land, long gone is my wonderland of color and brightness, delight and hope. The darkness has hit, Draining and stealing from all it touches till all is gone,drained to Gray.
Grey assumptions by Zoe Reich
My mom used to say Grey is a sad color Don’t wear it today
I would respond No siento cualquier dolor Happiness I feel, nothing beyond
Even in pouring rain Shadowed by grey skies I feel no numbing pain
Kissed by water drops My heart begins to rise Watching as each droplet hops
Soaking wet with a joy filled face Puddles expands foming rivers I smile, eyes on the water race
Uniquely, I meditate A place of peace it delivers Living now without wait
Cold permeates skin A sweet hug bursting with comfort Surrounded by molecules a million, I call that a win
Grey is not lonely Not white pure or black suffer Relaxed in between wholly
Yellow happiness can be too bright Sometimes grey is just right
October, 12 byMrs Jacqueline Rhoads
Billowing white satin and lace The warmth of the setting sun slicing liliac across the skies Crisp leaves orange, maroon, and marigold dance through the air Five blue dresses shift and sway Two small silver bands, untarnished, holding hope and love Rosey cheeks tossing pink petals Fizzy champagne toasts and buttery sweet wedding cakeOne bride One groom An ivory veil In the flush of love’s deep arterial light, we become one
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The Color in Addictionby Leah Kemp
You call yourself a landscape. As you wash the blues down with dark red, drinking a collage of gold, pink, and white from small orange shot glasses, you say you've made a sunrise of yourself, but whenever I look at you, all I can see is the blackness of three am, the kind that makes you desperate for rest and terrified of the sound of your own breath. You claim to be a sunset, but you are not the sky, woman, you are a sculpture, chipping away atitself with thin darts of silver in search of the Mona Lisa’s smile. I think we both know you won’t find it, not if you think of silver as your heroine, not if you think you’re the villain here.
You see Neon in the Greens and blues of the Ocean, you see A rainbow In the moonlight. You Point it out, but It's invisible to Me. You see, You just breathed Too many grey clouds again, Created another Thunderstorm to cloud your Memory.
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Bumblebees and Pewter by Luka Findikli
She was a bumblebee All smiles and batted eyelashes Crop tops and thigh highs Her golden hair would float in the wind Her steel-blue eyes would flash in the strobe lights
He was pewter All frowns and dull eyes Sweatshirts and scuffed jeans His fluffy curls sat oily on his head His amber eyes would shine in the light of his computer screen
Together they were muddled brown and blue skies They could take on the world But not themselves They named their firstborn “Self-destruction” They named their second “Us”
She died first On a tragically cloudy winter autumn day When the rain was pouring down The leaves leaving rust-brown streaks in the square pavement The clouds casting shadows on the ones who mourned that day
He died second On a cloudless night in May The moon shone so brightly He was sure that she was with him All the stars couldn’t have brightened his eyes once more