Purple. Purple is the color I write my life in, the color my life revolves around, and it carries me to the next step and helps me riddle out the last one.
Green. Green is the color I write my sadness in, the color my tears fall into and you think it'd be blue, but it's not, it's green.
Blue. Blue is the color I write my feelings in, the color that pulls out the words from my head and stretches them into sentence, into poetry.
Red. Red is the color I write my corrections in, the color my words rearrange themselves in, guiding the mislead to where they're supposed to be.
Yellow. Yellow is the color you can't see, it's written all over the page, but invisible to the eye it, it hides from the reality.
Red. Red fills up the page with lines and circles while Green. Green is slowing tearing up and pushing towards the day it'll be one with Blue. Blue writes this, all the while thinking how great it would be if there was something real to write about, unaware of Green. Green looks at the poems and wonders why it's not there, but Purple. Purple is monologue-ing the poems before they are poems and Green. Green is trying, trying, trying so hard not to be Yellow. Yellow hides behind the other colors, unseen on the lines of the paper, looking out from behind those lines like cell bars.
Purple. Purple's paragraphs fills the pages.
Green. Green's tears leave smudges in the words.
Blue. Blue's rhythms are only rhythms.
Red. Red's marks lead those rhythms to rhymes.
Yellow. Yellow's secrets are slowing showing themselves as they sink in.
Awesome
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