You told me your favorite color was orange at least three times, you loved everything about it. I never really liked it much, the fruit or the shade it was, it used to give me headaches. You said you loved the way it was part of the sunset, right before the sun hits the horizon and the colors start to blur, you loved the way it was everything all at once, and in my mind I thought, "just like you." I'd get married in an orange dress if I could spend the rest of my life with you, and I know it gives me headaches when I stare at it too long but you're like the orange sunset and I'd stare at you forever if you'd let me.

A favorite color, too bright for my eyes,  a
  favorite food.

A fruit left longing for a rhythm
   a rhyme.

Sit down and ***** with rinds under nails
  smelly.

Citrus acid and sweet juicyness drips down
   my hands.

Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you see.
Orange always manages to stand out,
I too stand out,always wanting to fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.

My orange dress
I wore it last
That night
My soul you undressed

I was in love
With all of you
You stripped it down
Claiming we
Belonged to you.

I am reclaiming
What is mine,
What has always been
Mine

I take a vow
I wear it now
This dress I love
My color of love

Dedicate it to
Ours to adore

The one
Given from above.

I am purple!
I'm not violet...I'm not lavender...I'm PURPLE!
I love to say the word purple...because it is me.

I'm deep as the color purple...
I am warm and easily envelop those I love
in the warmth and protective environment of my color.

Just as easily I can be a dense, dark, impenetrable wall
which no one can get through.

I can vividly remember the kindergarten class
in Springdale Elementary School,
with the brightly decorated coffee can full of large primary crayons,
which sat in the middle of a large table.

I can see myself searching for the purple crayon
which was so important to me...
and as I write this I can smell the special fragrance of that crayon...
it smelled purple!

I am purple...
half way between red and blue.
The serenity of blue and the rage of red.
One might observe I often drift one way or the other
but all the time maintaining control
over the powers I possess.

I guess, I could be your best friend or your worst enemy.
But whatever I am...I do it with compassion.

I wish I could dream in purple
Its dark cascading color
An  effortless flow of memory
And gentle goodnight kisses
Of silent starry wishes
And dreams sent to the clouds
Of angry methodical voices
Who will always take a bow

A skateboard,
Really?
A ******* skateboard.
It's faster, sure,
But I do not have time
To gather the courage I need to say
"Hi"
When you're already booking it
Down the side walk.
Chick with the purple head band,
Slow down
So I can get to know you.

Lost
in a body
she should have had all her life.

Yet
she doesn't
know who she really is.

Dark
is what
she was made of.

An Angel
is who
she began as.

Then
with Lucifer
she fell.

Purple
and black
hair that falls down her back.

Piercing
purple eyes,
the color of African violets.

The Stench
of death
surrounds her.

if he was red
then i was blue
together we made
the most beautiful
shade of purple