As she swept her eyes across the horizon she saw pale grey in the sky and a white sun. When the night came, she saw black— pitch black.

As she walked the streets on a autumn day she saw grey as it fell on the black ground. She saw black trees instead of green. She saw pale grey, cool grey instead of browns, yellows.

This was her world of black, greys and white–until she met him.

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She was walking as usual across the pavement when on her painted world of tints and shade there was something else. As her eyes met another— she saw green mixed with a tint of blue in a harmonised manner. She saw black and white in turquoise as eyes met hers.

His eyes were warm against the black and white back but they were cool and cold as she stared into their depths. His face was peach mixed with light brown and red as white light shined on him. His expression unreadable but felt like siting curled in a corner on a bright summer day.

Lonely— he reminded her of being lonely not sad. Like the tingling of pain in your heart as you sat on in a large house waiting for the one. Like the feeling that your in the middle of a large crowd but feel alone. Like the reaching hand you stretch towards that burst of light but... the light seemed further as your hand reached closer.

Mix of blues, greens and browns, peach and reds on a white and black canvas. The burst of colour in her life.

He felt like first love.

the light grey of clouds

darkens a shade, now the clouds are stormy grey,

holding invisible droplets of rain

in their white surface.

clouds in a grey-blue sky,

preparing for the upcoming storm,

the clouds are even darker, the storm has arrived

But a yellow ray of sunshine creates

a rainbow, red-orange-yellow-blue,

Now the black night has come for you.

There she laid, red hair a mess

An orange scrunchy by it

Naked, Pale white skin

Against the green grass

Covered in black and blues

Finger marks around her neck

Indicating she was strangled to death

Indigo violet flower sat beside her

His mark, showing he struck again

Surrounded by yellow tape she laid

As the officer teary eyes, walks away

Hoping the killer made a mistake

Red was hope

Orange was faith

Yellow was light

Green was freedom

Blue was everything

Purple was I.

They said that our life was dull,

not a life at all.

We disagreed.

They called it grey,

expecting us to say no,

but we said yes,

for our life was indeed grey.

We did not indulge in crimson,

violence not a whisper in our ears.

Nor did we pose with mauve,

bruises scarcely found.

Rust was done away,

for what we had,

we treated with care,

time was merely a concept.

It was sparkling silver,

so pretty a magpie would to steal it away.

It was with charcoal,

her art which drew our breath away,

puffing out a cloud,

the color which promised rain,

giving way to life,

and growth.

It was the color of flint,

our matching clothes,

that we wore,

to show that we still had

our innocence,

dancing on floors of fossil,

yet laughter wasn't the past.

We wore doves,

our peace with each other,

a pebble into the ocean.

We were indeed grey,

but grey is not

what you think it to be.

Blue skies,

Soothing my soul.

White clouds,

Lifting my spirits.

Green trees,

Giving me shelter.

Brown rocky mountains,

Standing guard.

Bouquet of flowers,

In all hues of colours,

Red, yellow, purple and pink,

To delight and dilute,

The grim gray.

And with a soft gentle breeze,

The nature caressing all my woes.

When we met,

I was a calm, light blue

mixed with dashes of royal purple

and flecks of bright green.

You were a deep, passionate red

dark red on the outside,

but on the inside I saw your horizon of bright red,

with hues of orange and sparks of yellow.

I saw your passion and desire to eat the world

that I wanted to follow you wherever you went.

Little did I know that your fire was all-consuming.

I thought that my water-like presence would tame your rampant fires,

but you saw it as quenching.

As we touched we created steam,

but you were afraid.

You thought that I would turn you into dull brown and dark grey,

ashes of what you once were.

As we struggled, we didn't realize that we were destroying one another.

My cool against your heat.

Slowly but surely,

we both sank

becoming a dark

dark

black

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1. light blue

2. royal purple

3. bright green

4. deep red

5. bright red

6. orange

7. yellow

8. dull brown

9. dark grey

10. black

You think it’s all a shade of brown.

You feel the days as bland, sad and gray.

When you look at yourself, you turn green,

And one day, it will be nothing but black .

But friend, it’s not like that, not at all.

You see that sky? Pure alexandrite!

Soon, painted in crimson

when the sun sets.

It will turn vermilion from the city light,

And this whiskey , pours in amber.

Take a shot, my friend and cheer up,

Soon you’ll be all rosy pink.

But don’t touch that sickly

Cream de mint.

You deserve better than this turquoise

For your soul.

I took the Blue to taste the Red, to clear this Green from out my head,

with a Yellow beige my body begged me to close the shades,

my mind was way too displayed for 4 p.m. Tuesday.

I was in search of Purple, that violent violet,

a Himalayan high for all the clever kind kids,

I grew up in a barrage of whiteness,

so I welcome colors with bright lit eyelids.

I popped a pill called "To the Nines",

with the Reds, the Blues, the Greens I liked,

with a hint of Orange, and Burgundy,

I snaked off the couch in serpentine.

That Burgundy turned a dark Maroon,

when I felt I could hardly move,

but then the Lime came in with light,

and fed me warmth to feel right.

Then in the stretch of a forever moment,

I was swimming in that Purple emotion,

I figured the cost of this joyful token,

was to hold it after I was awoken.

As soon as it hit, that moment caved in,

and inside my room, my friend Frank came in,

and about his day he was explaining,

but I was dressed to the nines and my mind was racing,

so I said, "Hey man, I hope your heart holds nothing hurtful."

He said, "What?"

So I replied, "Bro, this shit tastes just like Purple."

We all started out as onyx before ivory came,

Mixing painfully into mahogany and sepia,

Too occupied with chocolate and coffee to realize

The beauty in the sienna and the chesnut

That risked life and limb to get their gold

And that continued to create the colors of the world.