Ok well just another imagery excercise for those who are interested in it.

Basically all you do is pick any colour at all. There are a substantial number of colours to choose from.

eg: Red, Blue, Green, Gold, Silver, Violet, Brown....etc....

All you do is pick a colour and write what it means to you. Do 1 to as many lines as you like.
Youcan write an emotion that you get off the colour or an image. Whatever you like at all.

Well hope you have fun with this.


~Torana

Violet, regal in it's presence - possessing both a fiery personality, and a cool demeanor. Left with only a whimsical wisp of lavender, the senses become tantalized. Extending beyond the body's restrictions to reach the aroma.

Green - the unexplained. The colour of alien life and all of nature, of a sorcerer's cape and of certain seas. The feeling of toxic beauty and a depth in meaning. Green to be believed has to be seen.

Mysterious purple,
deep, dark, fiery midnight occult
aloof in its enigmas
cold mingled with heat
color of creeping shade.

This is all an illusion;
A rainbow stretched out before me
Falls and shatters with the dying light
The beauty the colours so frail:
The beauty in disecting something whole
Into something that is nothing:
Heinous.

Black

Faded innocence
illusional mastermind deceived us all
invisibilty, nothing there
obsorbed so quickly
into ultimate darkness

grey drifts down in flakes,
with anonymous stealth
silent assassin of color and contrast

Brightness of a ballerina
prancing across the stage.
Dullness of the skin
upon a new born babe.
Pretty little school girls
and the silly little games.
The colour of cuteness
and the shame upon a face.

Searing like the hottest star
Or cold as ancient ice
Edge of legendary blade
Or eyes with heartless gaze
Never soft, never warm
Blue-white stands aloof

A hole in the night
devours all light.
Absent all color
black, pure as white

Hell hath no fury in comparison...

to the crimson rivers rushing as we run hand-in-hand;

to the scarlet pooling in my face
as we kiss under the dying sun;

to the rose petals that cover our bed,
and the vermilion passion that will unfurl underneath.

The velvet sky, embroidered with gold. The wide darkness, covering the world. A mystery, an undiscovered reason. Wilting petals, crying heart.

Red screaming acusiation
smeared at the fingers of the crazy
un bashfully criminal
with cut throat contempt
insanity and cruelty
crooked and bent
shade of the mascist
with hands that shan't relent