The Colors Series

An idea I had a long time ago that after a while has developed into this series. I wrote part one basing each poem around a specific color. The second part had a more creatively different touch to it.

Red

Midnight

I’m the only one home,
Sprawled out on the couch,
Eating popcorn,

Watching a movie

I’m bored,
Tired,
Sleepy,

Drained
 
Phone rings twice,
Stops ringing before I can pick it up

I look at the caller ID and chuckle,
The number is 666-666-6666,
Someone’s idea of a joke

Resume watching again

Doorbell rings twice,
Stops ringing before I get up to answer

Fall asleep

I’m woken by a loud noise

Something screams twice,
Stops screaming before I can find out what it is

The TV turns off,
Then on,
Then off

Computer monitor flicks on,
Then off,
Then on

Must be a problem with the electricity

Fall asleep again

Woken again

A sound etches out from above,
The attic

Scratching noises
Then something opens

Fall asleep again

Woken again

Hands on my face,
My body,
Inside,
Outside

Try to struggle,
Suffocating,
Resisting,
Fading

Pass out

Woken again

Now all I see is red

Orange

Light moves slowly up to the sky,
It is almost as if the sun has just woken,
Spraying the land with orange color,
An invisible painter brushing the land

Grassy hills and the trees of the forest,
All surround one house

The house is quiet, undisturbed
Yet broken, devastated,
Dead

No one inside and no one outside,
An old house that was once full of life,

Shattered by one horrible event,
Shattered by the past

Everything is quiet,
Nothing moves,

Nothing speaks

Almost as if nature is afraid,
Of what has entered the house

It has not left,

It never will

Yellow

A disagreement of colors devour the city,
Many running about,
Yelling,
Screaming,
Talking

Vendors sell their wares on crowded streets,
Prostitutes stroll through, displaying what they have to offer

Everything for a cheap price in this city

All minor sounds except for one

A rustling of papers as a messenger drives through traffic,
Loud car over quiet driver,
Delivering a package,
Sent from a concerned stranger,
To be delivered to another stranger

Yellow package,
The contents inside do not betray its anonymity by emitting noises,
And there is only an address and name written on the package

Traffic slows the car down,
But nonetheless it gets through the city,
Towards the outskirts

The car drives on,
Heading to a lonely house on a lonely hill

Green

Yellow car swerves out of control against a background of green,
A sight that can be seen many miles away and up close as well

The trees, grass, and various plant-life only conceal the accident
Even as smoke slowly struggles to reach above

Marijuana-induced tragedy of seemingly little consequence

Inside the car, something searches for its prize

The package inside the car later disappears,
The car and the corpse remain unnoticed until late next day

And something unknown heads far and wide,
To reach a lonely house upon a lonely hill

Observant and silent,
The forest watches forever as this story continues to slowly unfold

Blue

The sun slowly lowers over the hill,
Brushing a light blue stroke of color over the grass

Large dark clouds quickly fill the sky,
Darkening the once light blue stroke

The house is silent as something enters,
Quietly and stealthily

The spirit inside the house still lives on,
Forever trapped inside the house,
A prisoner in its own home

More clouds darken the sky,
As something inside the house begins to brighten

A package is slowly opened,
All of hell breaks loose upon the world

Indigo

Everything is different
Shades of purple streak over, in, and around the entire world

The first newborn of this day dies slowly,
Muffled cries slowly drain out as her mother watches

Everywhere panic and rage ensues,
As crowds hungry for flesh quickly fill the streets,
A force that goes unchallenged by authorities,
Slowly immersing Earth into panic that will never end

In churches, mosques, and temples everywhere,
Screams fill the emptiness and echo forever

As a world turns to panic, everyone untouched by the hunger looks up to the sky,
A message blazes directly above the planet,
“praise the coming of the anointed cherub that covereth”

Planet earth is no more as even God weeps in sorrow for all those lost,
As he watches powerless before the heightened strength of a beast most demonic
 

30 years later

I watch the leaves burning and I see you cry,
Trapped and there is nothing I can do to help,
Buildings fall and people hide,
I’m stuck between choices I’ll regret and beliefs I’m forced to choose

The leaves burn but the tears stop,
You’re gone

30 years pass,
I watch as the buildings are rebuilt and everything is fixed,
Shades of purple slowly fade from the world,
All the darkness that once devoured this city has gone away

The only thing I stay for has long since died away
A candle that finally flickered out
Your candle flickered out

Everything is different,
I see so many changes in a world I once knew

Everything I knew has since gone,
Slowly falling away

Author's Note

Just something to add about this: I am not religious and I do not intend to offend anyone of any religion with this writing, as there were a fair amount of christian rock that I was listening to at the time (flyleaf, skillet, shine my silhouette). I have also placed a slightly different version of one of my older poems into this series.

Reviews

[Ash Morgrimm]

Red: that was pretty interesting, though personally that feels more like a black to me ^^

Orange: It would have been really cool if you had ended it with the color just like you did in red! And, I really don't see the 'orange' in it. Orange is a hard emotion to color with. But I almost felt it! Just needs a little work!

Yellow: ooh that sure is spooky! It would have been really neat if you had not use the word 'yellow' in it, and made us think of that color think of it instead.

Green: I see a story forming, that's pretty neat! But it doesn't follow the pattern you laid out in Red.

Blue: ooh your kind of losing me here, your making us think less and less on our own. Its really losing the flavor you had in Red.

Indigo: really interesting here... but it doesn't follow anything you had before. And the 30 years later thing, sounds like another poem I read.

Interesting Idea you had! I wish you could have followed it a little more! It would have been a great series! You should think about what pattern you want to follow and I think you will get it PERFECT! Your so close! All you have to do is keep them all in the same pattern and it will be beautiful!

[Lynx]

Red: I didn't really like this one, despite the fact that I kind'a do like more of the whole creepy vibe thing, but it didn't really seem too creative.

Orange: I liked this one better, as it has this kind of like, contrasting atmosphere, between the rising spray od sunlight and the 'emptyness'

Yellow: This one exudes real mystery, and I kind'a like that part about it. It seems quite disconnected, alone, to everything though. It's like, more of a description, and I felt as if you hadn't really attracted enough attention to the 2 strangers.

Green: This begins to connect all the other poems, though I still do not really understand the whole thing, hehe.

Blue: I really like the details and descriptions on this one, the way the sun gives off a final fainting light, etc.

Indigo: ok this really gave me a shock. I mean it totally somewhat changes the whole thing, although not unpleasantly. It feels like the end of the world, etc as i know you intend to describe, but then it wasn't and ok I'm a bit ocnfused but that ain't necessarily bad.

Anyway, I really loved the way you put the colors of the rainbow in order, created a story from it and somehow connected each color to the going-ons of the story. Thanks for sharing! xD