RED IS THE COLOR

Red is my lost soul,

yearning to be whole.

Red is your luscious lips,

where I yearn for sips.

Red is the sun’s last ray

as it sets for the day.

Red is the color of the sky

when I finally say goodbye.

Red is my return to hell

before the final bell.

REST FOR THE WEARY

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The morning sun peeks through

the canopy of trees.

The blanket of color

covers me with its leaves.

I’m sheltered with

soft petals of pink,

like velvet sheets

splattered with pink ink.

I give a contented sigh

as my eyes soon grow teary.

A bed among the petals

offers rest for the weary.

A RADIANCE FROM WITHIN

Nature has its own beauty.

Its radiance comes from within.

Blossoming from a mere seed

To give color and light to the world.

THE BLUE

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Blue colors my vision

with perfect precision.

It coats the sky

as hawks fly by.

Color blankets the street

and each person you meet.

Blue mist fills the air

as shadows draw near.

The blue brings us close

to what we fear most.

THE DEAD GAME

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Eyes follow you.

Snap at you.

Sharp teeth.

Crushing jaws.

Colors surround you.

Murky water.

Deep mud.

Swirling.

Around and around.

Happy dreams.

RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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COLOR MY WORLD

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Color my world in shades of pink,

so long as I don’t have to think.

Brush more color in strokes of blue,

so I don’t have to think of you.

Add a mist of dark green

until I’m ready to scream.

Throw more colors at me,

but I know what I’ll see.

A world faded to black

until I get you back.

COLOR TO THE WHITE

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Bring a little color to the white,

Cascade down the bricks every night.

Roses will soon bring red to the scheme,

Adding so much more to the scene.

BLEED PINK

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The river bleeds pink.

Low-hanging trees

drip the rich color.

Falling leaves

leave pink trails.

Childlike strokes

fingerpaint the river.

A river of neon pink.

BLUE HAZE

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Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.

DREAM

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I dream in color.

I dream of nature.

I dream of beauty.

I dream of you.

LIGHT UP THE WORLD

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Wiggle.

Shake.

Whirl.

Life is good.

Life is beautiful.

In so many ways.

With so many colors.

Purple.

Blue.

Fuchsia.

Do a little dance.

Shake your rainbow.

Light up the world.

A BLACK ROSE

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What could make roses turn black?

What evil could take away 

their beautiful color?

A dark heart could turn 

anything it touches

to black.

PINK

Pink climbs to heaven

on bristling leaves.

Fuchsia steps up

the balconies.

It covers our world

with vibrancy.

Cheering us on

our gloomiest days.

Coaxing us to 

reach for the heavens.