I took up a box of crayons

And looked at the color’s inside

A story of a person and their life

All arayed in front of my.

But two colors were all I could take

So I pulled out the black and blue.

The black for the pain and the blue for the hurt

The bruises that cover my soul.

But not just for the pain but also for the gain.

Blue for the victory and black for the pain it took

These two colors are all it takes

To paint a picture of my life.

-Emily

Tan for the color of dirt,

soil fertilized to grow food,

on this fertile earth.

The same type of soil,

man came from,

starting with Adam.

Silver,

the moon's afterglow,

the light of stars shining down,

gives a sense of calm,

tranquility.

Together,

earth and the heavens,

one to the other,

just as it should be.

Perfection.

Violet was not

a proper name

just the face 

of a flower

she said

turning

towards 

the rain...

Sky was a proper

name of a boy

and blue

the color

of the tears

he shed

that cold

summer's day.

#TwoRandomCrayons #Challenge

If I had to pick two colors that paint me

I would pick white

For the part of me that is still pure and innocent

For the part of me that want to believe

For the part of me that hopes of a better tomorrow

For the part of me that loves…

For the part of me that radiates happiness

Like the sun spreading its rays of joy

I would also pick black

To toast to the darkness in my soul

The rage I feel,

My spiritual black hole

For the part of me that wants to give up

For the part of me that is lost

For the part of me that is dead inside

For my heart encased in frost

I know that life cannot be lived in black and white

So, I would blend my crayons

To a compromising grey

With a tinge of happy and tinge of sad

To help me get through my day

I picked a blue and a green crayon.

The feeling is strong.

I cannot fight it.

I must.

I eat them.

I am a marine.

(Thank you all for your service)

The ash fell like rain

Onto the lane

Sky filled with dark clouds

Ground cracks

Everyone soon wakes

Waves splash

The crayons were pleased

Their work was complete

A masterpiece

Claude Monet impressionist artwork

A booming eruption of lava from

The Volcano

#Lava #Ash

#Orange & #Black

I can choose a yellow crayon

and with it

make a glowing sun

filled with

warmth and wonder

or

I can choose a black crayon

and scribble out the sun

and if I keep on

scribbling

with my vengeful stub

cover up the entire

every inch of the paper

so no one

no matter what crayon they choose

can experience anything

but my blackness.

White

A crayon that doesn't show

A color you swatch

And nobody would know

White

A feeling, an invisible cloak

A way to hide, when your confidence

Broke

White

Oh, please, don't pay attention to me

I'd rather be an entity

That no one can see

White

A color you can't see in light

Yet, in the darkness,

It will shine bright

White

A feeling that at the lowest point

You overcome it and pop

And you don't disappoint.

...

Red

A crayon that stands out against all

The emotions on high

Feelings unresolved

Red

Anger, love, hate

A feeling of hope

Intentions can't wait

Red

No! Get out! Leave!

A warning to all

Getting hard to breathe

Red

A notable, outgoing burst

Yes, it's confident

But sometimes, confidence hurts

Red

A color that shines bright against white

Yet in the darkness of night

Hides away with a fright.

...

I decided to mix the white

And the red

A bubblegum pink

A compromise, instead

Shines bright in the dark

Shines bright in the light

I want to be pink

I want to be right.

I remember when I had left some crayons in my grandmother's car on a hot summer day. I had come back to blots of colors meshed within each other like different colored hands interlocked. They wouldn't bleed too much into each other, but they were still forever locked together. I wish the world was like that. Hell, I wish the little town I lived in was like that. The college I go to tries to be. The colors are all meshed together, trying to coexist, but sometimes the white oversteps its boundaries, and the other colors have to fight it back together. Sometimes, it seems like all of the other colors will overtake one smaller one that had been worked to a nub long before I left it in the car. Sometimes it fights, other times the color just disappears until it is spread through some of the other colors but is still not on its own anymore. Just like life, I guess. Anyway, I got spanked for getting crayon everywhere.

the tangerine crayon broke in half,

as she illustrated

the fiery sunset,

pausing quietly,

she picked up the smashed pumpkin

and coloured in the outline.