iF colors spoke:
RED WOULD YELL “DANGER!”
“IMPORTANT!”
ITS MOOD UNCHANGED.
ITS ALWAYS UNHINGED.
yellow is mellow
happy and nice
it doesn’t take over
it stands to the side
Green holds nature,
and now she can speak!
She was once silent
as the leaves of trees.
People will get a mouthful
of green reprimanding,
Cutting down trees?
Green doesn’t approve.
Blue is nice.
Cold, but clear.
His words don’t say much,
But they’re easy to hear.
Purple is quiet. She doesn’t say much.
If colors had texture, she’d be soft to the touch.
She often sleeps, bringing sunshine when she leaves
But she’ll scream when you eat her for lunch!
White is cold
colorless and bright.
Her words hurt your ears
Like her color hurts your eyes
Shadows
and hear
and taste
and smell.
Most people think
we lie to the side.
We come with the dark
and in light we hide.
But most people don’t know
that us shaodws can see.
We see you.
We hear you.
We taste you.
We smell you.
Watching.
Hearing.
Tasting.
Smelling
Waiting.
We wait for the world
to collapse
into
darkness.