Blue
I cry in the corner of this room
Of this corner where I was born
No! I declare in valor--I was born in Christ!
As the oceans wash me away into little streams of water worn
Upon me

Red
My fingernails bleed endlessly where I shall find
Some kind of secret poured out through them
Because that's what the secrets are:
Yelling, cussing, blood, stench, endless gabble, just a stem
Replacing the beautiful flower

Green
It's none but of the grass and trees
That happily wave towards my direction
That is very quick in heaven-like
Because it turns back to screaming for perfection
"WHERE WERE YOU??? WHERE WERE YOU???" Trees' tears

ORANGE
Don't get me wrong--
I like the head of the sweat upon my flesh
Music-like, right? Sweating quickly, right? No thoughts, right?
NO! It's not! It's nothing but chest at its best and mesh at fresh
Nothing but sweat

Grey
OOH! SCREAM IT OUT!
MAKE IT SING IN THE CLOUDS!
MAKE IT MELLOW OR DEEP! IT'S MINE!
NOR BRIGHT, BUT TO MAKE IT LOUD
I WALK RIGHT UNDER IT

Pink
Like yellow, it could be thrown out
I would; I doubt these girls would
It makes everything slow, the texture I mean
I doubt anyone could delete it out; it could
But I can't adjust to it, seriously

Brown
Oooh! I could just see this on the Gentle Ben life
'Cuz it was on the book, ha!
But I see it as the Pack Leader's crown
As he smiles at me, and sings 'la, la!'
I LOVE the bear

Black
This font called out to me
'Don't know why' I could say
But I describe the motion as a pitch room
I could fall on my back and just lay
'Cuz that's where I get most of my words from

Purple
I CAN ALMOST SEE THE OUTLINE OF IT
'CUZ IT'S LIKE THE MUSHY SUNSET
I LIKE BEST WHILE MY SNEAKERS SQUEEK
IT'S NOT THE POETIC PERSON'S FAULT, I BET
CUZ THAT WOULD BE ME, WOULDN'T IT???

And that's what I love about poetry:
Colors