7th Grade Rainbow Anthology

7th​ ​Grade​ ​R​a​i​n​b​o​w​ ​Anthology

The​ ​Color​ ​Gray The​ ​word​ ​sounds​ ​scratchy​ ​in​ ​your​ ​throat It​ ​itches​ ​your​ ​neck Like​ ​the​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​a​ ​lamb’s​ ​wool​ ​coat All​ ​things​ ​gone,​ ​faded All​ ​things​ ​lost,​ ​forgotten It​ ​covers​ ​life​ ​with​ ​a​ ​blanket​ ​of​ ​blandness Gray​ ​is​ ​as​ ​flawed as​ ​everything​ ​it​ ​touches Gray​ ​gives​ ​off​ ​a​ ​gentle​ ​vibe Inviting​ ​you​ ​to​ ​binge​ ​watch​ ​Family​ ​Guy​ ​all​ ​day The​ ​emblem​ ​of​ ​my​ ​tech-obsessed​ ​generation As​ ​strong​ ​and​ ​powerful​ ​as​ ​chains Gray​ ​is​ ​both​ ​day​ ​and​ ​night Balancing​ ​them​ ​like​ ​a​ ​scale It​ ​is​ ​as​ ​unwanted​ ​as​ ​a​ ​broken​ ​guitar But​ ​as​ ​coveted​ ​as​ ​the​ ​Holy​ ​Grail By​ ​Kevin​ ​Taylor

Untitled​ ​Poem​ ​About​ ​Blue Blue​ ​Mike​ ​and​ ​Ike​ ​in​ ​a​ ​blue​ ​bowl, eaten​ ​only​ ​by​ ​me While​ ​a​ ​YouTube​ ​video Called​ ​“10​ ​Hours​ ​of​ ​Relaxing​ ​Music” plays​ ​in​ ​my​ ​head All​ ​the​ ​candy​ ​lined​ ​up Along​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​my​ ​desk Forms​ ​an​ ​ocean Swimming​ ​with​ ​blue​ ​dragons Slowly​ ​I​ ​must​ ​transition into​ ​my​ ​homework Dragons​ ​surround​ ​me, Briefly​ ​setting​ ​my​ ​papers​ ​on​ ​fire Blue​ ​shades​ ​of​ ​Microsoft​ ​Word,​ ​Google​ ​Docs The​ ​background​ ​on​ ​my​ ​Gmail​ ​page when​ ​finally​ ​I​ ​finish, I​ ​eat​ ​more​ ​blue​ ​candy And​ ​a​ ​dragon​ ​flies​ ​up​ ​to​ ​my​ ​window I​ ​climb​ ​on​ ​and​ ​ride Into​ ​the​ ​navy​ ​blue​ ​night By​ ​Ben​ ​Arthurs

Neon​ ​green​ ​TM The​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​sour​ ​apples picked​ ​from​ ​a​ ​tree The​ ​taste​ ​of​ ​gatorade With​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​bubble​ ​gum Minecraft​ ​slime​ ​oozes​ ​through​ ​its​ ​veins Radioactive With​ ​attractive,​ ​with​ ​addictive With​ ​rubber​ ​hitting​ ​the​ ​floor You​ ​can​ ​never​ ​get​ ​annoyed​ ​by A​ ​color​ ​that​ ​wrapped​ ​around​ ​us Gets​ ​in​ ​your​ ​mouth Your​ ​mind And​ ​your​ ​fist A​ ​color​ ​you​ ​release Pulled​ ​by​ ​green​ ​gravity Found​ ​at​ ​the​ ​center​ ​of​ ​the​ ​universe By:​ ​Justinian​ ​Alexos

Maroon An​ ​underrated​ ​color Made​ ​up​ ​of​ ​black​ ​and​ ​red And​ ​tastes​ ​of​ ​creamy​ ​red​ ​velvet With​ ​white​ ​frosting When​ ​I​ ​take​ ​a​ ​sniff I​ ​smell​ ​a​ ​dark,​ ​raspberry​ ​smell Almost​ ​like​ ​a​ ​Warhead As​ ​I​ ​grasp​ ​it I​ ​graze​ ​burgundy​ ​sandpaper And​ ​feel​ ​powerful A​ ​portal​ ​opens​ ​in​ ​my​ ​mind And​ ​I​ ​dive​ ​into​ ​its​ ​contents I​ ​travel​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fictional​ ​land Roamed​ ​by​ ​pirates I​ ​see​ ​a​ ​vessel With​ ​crew​ ​piling​ ​the​ ​helm Captained​ ​by​ ​a​ ​man​ ​with​ ​fire hanging​ ​from​ ​his​ ​beard The​ ​ship’s​ ​sails​ ​are​ ​a​ ​blend​ ​of​ ​black​ ​and​ ​red And​ ​a​ ​ragged​ ​flag​ ​with​ ​skull​ ​and​ ​bones hangs​ ​from​ ​the​ ​mast Maroon An​ ​underrated​ ​color Nicholas

Running​ ​in​ ​the​ ​Bull​ ​Run Red​ ​is​ ​a​ ​bull You​ ​run​ ​and​ ​scream Just​ ​like​ ​the​ ​bull​ ​runs But​ ​YOU​ ​ARE​ ​the​ ​bull Everyone's​ ​laughing​ ​at​ ​you You’re​ ​playing​ ​field​ ​hockey Copy​ ​their​ ​words,​ ​trying​ ​hard Not​ ​whack​ ​them​ ​with​ ​your​ ​stick You​ ​stomp​ ​through​ ​the​ ​hall But​ ​get​ ​up​ ​from​ ​class​ ​with​ ​confidence And​ ​sometimes​ ​it’s​ ​tears​ ​of​ ​fury When​ ​the​ ​person​ ​you're​ ​mad​ ​at Tries​ ​to​ ​comfort​ ​you You​ ​snatch​ ​your​ ​arm​ ​back That’s.​ ​True.​ ​Fury.

You​ ​smell​ ​like​ ​beanboozled Jelly​ ​beans​ ​and​ ​cashmere​ ​pink​ ​perfume You​ ​taste​ ​like​ ​a​ ​flaming​ ​red Cry​ ​baby,​ ​like​ ​fire​ ​and​ ​ice Frozen​ ​with​ ​realization You Are It By​ ​Izzy​ ​Smith

Green Green​ ​is​ ​nature-smell​ ​of​ ​orchids the​ ​blades​ ​of​ ​the​ ​freshly​ ​cut grass​ ​against​ ​your​ ​skin trees​ ​blowing​ ​in​ ​the​ ​wind Green​ ​is​ ​happiness-and​ ​little​ ​kids​ ​running​ ​around the​ ​backyard​ ​on​ ​a​ ​summer​ ​night their​ ​moms​ ​watching​ ​from​ ​the​ ​porch their​ ​dads​ ​barbecuing​ ​ribs Green​ ​is​ ​freedom-being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​outside, And​ ​breath​ ​the​ ​fresh​ ​suburban air​ ​of​ ​Lake​ ​Forest, Without​ ​a​ ​care​ ​in​ ​the​ ​world By​ ​Mary​ ​Lee

Gr_y The​ ​ever​ ​alternating​ ​sound of​ ​halls​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​chatter And​ ​the​ ​shell​ ​of​ ​silence In​ ​those​ ​that​ ​are​ ​empty​ ​.

Two​ ​spellings,​ ​another​ ​duality The​ ​muffled​ ​noise​ ​of​ ​mourning​ ​doves flying​ ​away​ ​and​ ​a​ ​single car​ ​driving​ ​by.​ ​The​ ​unnoticed noises​ ​of​ ​life​ ​passing.

Grey​ ​is​​ ​waiting To​ ​be​ ​discovered.

White:​ ​swirling​ ​in​ ​endless​ ​energy Black:​ ​trapped​ ​in​ ​monochromatic​ ​melancholy Maybe​ ​we​ ​have​ ​seen​ ​wrong​ ​and Black​ ​is​ ​swirling​ ​endless​ ​energy White​ ​is​ ​trapped​ ​monochromatic​ ​melancholy Gray​ ​is​ ​the​ ​mediator Neither​ ​is​ ​right Neither​ ​is​ ​wrong Grey​​ ​can​​ ​represent​​ ​both White​ ​is​ ​the​ ​dawn’s​ ​glow Black​ ​is​ ​the​ ​dusk’s​ ​shadow Gray​ ​is​ ​twilight The​ ​witching​ ​hour Grey​ ​is​ ​your​ ​reflection​ ​in the​ ​window,​ ​slowly​ ​changing year​ ​by​ ​year Anton​ ​Walvoord

White A​ ​new​ ​beginning A​ ​fresh​ ​start Cleansing​ ​your​ ​palate To​ ​reign​ ​in​ ​a​ ​color​ ​scheme Stays​ ​true​ ​to​ ​its​ ​word Resembles​ ​a​ ​promise Loyal​ ​by​ ​your​ ​side Even​ ​as​ ​you​ ​seem​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​alone Nature’s​ ​hat​ ​and​ ​North​ ​Face​ ​coat​ ​in​ ​winter Gentle​ ​as​ ​a​ ​snowflake​ ​landing​ ​on​ ​your​ ​nose Ice​ ​cream​ ​on​ ​Saturday​ ​nights While​ ​Netflix​ ​loads Matching​ ​the​ ​percents as​ ​they​ ​get​ ​higher​ ​by​ ​the​ ​second.

You​ ​will​ ​find​ ​it​ ​at​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​rainbow Just​ ​to​ ​the​ ​left I’m​ ​there​ ​holding​ ​the​ ​colors​ ​in​ ​place Bringing​ ​them​ ​all​ ​together Libby​ ​Blodgett

Blue

B​LUE​ ​IS​ ​THE​ ​FEELING​ ​OF​ ​HAPPINESS​ ​-​ ​A​ ​BIRTHDAY L​AYING​ ​IN​ ​THE​ ​SUN​ ​ON​ ​A​ ​WARM​ ​SUMMER​ ​DAY​ ​-​ ​WITH​ ​A GLASS​ ​OF​ ​LEMONADE U​TTERING​ ​SIMPLE​ ​PHRASES​ ​OF​ ​JOY​ ​-​ ​WITH​ ​THE​ ​FEELING OF​ ​FLOATING​ ​IN​ ​THE​ ​SKY E​NJOYMENT;​ ​PLEASURE;​ ​HAPPINESS B​EAUTIFUL;​ ​EVERLASTING;​ ​FUN L​AYERS​ ​OF​ ​WARMTH​ ​ON​ ​A​ ​COLD​ ​WINTER​ ​DAY U​NDERNEATH​ ​THE​ ​LAYERS​ ​OF​ ​THE​ ​SHIMMERING​ ​OCEAN E​VERYTHING​ ​SUBMERGED​ ​UNDER​ ​A​ ​BLUE​ ​----By​ ​Charlie​ ​Bernat

Like​ ​the​ ​Other​ ​Girls Light​ ​blue​ ​isn't​ ​you It’s​ ​the​ ​sky;​ ​it’s​ ​everywhere You’re​ ​ordinary.​ ​You​ ​love Star-bucks​ ​and​ ​wear​ ​make-up.

You​ ​think​ ​just​ ​like​ ​everyone​ ​else And​ ​wear​ ​the​ ​same​ ​all​ ​star black​ ​Adidas​ ​shoes.

You’re​ ​girly​ ​and​ ​sassy.​ ​But​ ​too​ ​ordinary.

You​ ​stand​ ​in​ ​a​ ​crowd​ ​and​ ​say, “I’m​ ​not​ ​like​ ​other​ ​girls.”​ ​You​ ​look​ ​down And​ ​your​ ​shoes​ ​are​ ​black Adidas​ ​and​ ​you​ ​are​ ​all​ ​wearing​ ​Ivivva.

Sure,​ ​little​ ​blue,​ ​you​ ​are Not​ ​like​ ​the​ ​others.

By​ ​Izzy​ ​Smith

The​ ​Void Frightened​ ​on​ ​a​ ​moonless​ ​night.

The​ ​bitter​ ​taste​ ​of​ ​black​ ​in​ ​your​ ​mouth The​ ​dark​ ​side​ ​of​ ​the​ ​brain.

The​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​tar stings​ ​your​ ​lungs.

The​ ​ringing​ ​in​ ​your​ ​ears that​ ​doesn’t​ ​stop.

The​ ​cold​ ​touch​ ​of ice​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin.

The​ ​void​ ​in​ ​evil’s​ ​heart. between​ ​friends​ ​torn​ ​apart. inside​ ​the​ ​hater’s​ ​eyes.

The​ ​blackness​ ​within​ ​us where​ ​our​ ​thoughts​ ​go​ ​to​ ​die.

All​ ​is​ ​black.

By:​ ​Jonas​ ​Kobza

This​ ​Poem​ ​Doesn’t​ ​Need​ ​a​ ​Colorful​ ​Title An​ ​intense​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​color A​ ​loss​ ​of​ ​words My​ ​heart​ ​thuds​ ​in​ ​my​ ​chest as​ ​my​ ​hands​ ​get​ ​clammy Even​ ​the​ ​smallest​ ​“hello”​ ​ ​comforts Sweetly​ ​acidic,​ ​artificial From​ ​unknown​ ​faces,​ ​an​ ​outgoing​ ​smile I​ ​close​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​and soak​ ​up​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​beams that​ ​hit​ ​my​ ​skin I​ ​radiate​ ​energy I​ ​climb​ ​up​ ​the​ ​tangled​ ​vine Grasping​ ​mother​ ​nature’s frail​ ​hands They​ ​help​ ​me​ ​up and​ ​I’m​ ​sure​ ​I’m​ ​not​ ​alone Silent​ ​streams​ ​appear every​ ​time​ ​they​ ​shape​ ​me make​ ​me​ ​stronger It’s​ ​broken​ ​ankle, a​ ​fight, it’s​ ​a​ ​dumb​ ​joke​ ​and​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​stop​ ​laughing, a​ ​classic​ ​guy-gets-girl​ ​in​ ​the​ ​end I​ ​can​ ​stop​ ​and​ ​take​ ​it​ ​in Art​ ​holding​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​stem

The​ ​things​ ​I​ ​take​ ​for​ ​granted red​,​ ​orange​,​ ​yellow​​ ​,​ ​green​​ ​ ​blue​,​ ​and​ ​purple Were​ ​not​ ​pumped​ ​out​ ​of​ ​a​ ​machine But​ ​started​ ​in​ ​the​ ​roots​ ​of​ ​this​ ​flower By:​ ​Hana​ ​Uddin

Pink Ballet​ ​shoes​ ​worn by​ ​a​ ​little​ ​girl​ ​stumbling onto​ ​stage The​ ​hot​ ​lights​ ​blind​ ​her Like​ ​applause She​ ​believes She’ll​ ​be​ ​famous Picking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​tinted jelly​ ​beans​ ​on​ ​Easter Leaving​ ​the​ ​toxic​ ​ones Black​ ​and​ ​untouched Sprinkles​ ​on​ ​a​ ​cupcake Sinking​ ​into​ ​the​ ​frosting Plastic​ ​specs​ ​bleed​ ​color Tasteless,​ ​essential A​ ​rare​ ​gem A​ ​delicate​ ​vase A​ ​baby's​ ​blanket Washed​ ​and​ ​worn​ ​thin By​ ​road​ ​trips and​ ​tea​ ​parties One​ ​by​ ​one​ ​a​ ​bud​ ​awakens Petals​ ​on​ ​a​ ​flower​ ​bloom With​ ​diminished​ ​delight Potential​ ​eclipsed Silently,​ ​wilting Into​ ​the​ ​earth Felicity​ ​Whidden

Re(a)d A​ ​thick​ ​liquid Pouring​ ​out​ ​screams DANGER​ ​DANGER​ ​DANGER Sending​ ​panic​ ​through​ ​your​ ​veins The​ ​hexagonal​ ​shape In​ ​front​ ​of​ ​your​ ​windshield All​ ​caps:​ ​STOP Knowing​ ​you​ ​can’t​ ​stop Or​ ​you’ll​ ​be​ ​late The​ ​eye​ ​watering,​ ​throat​ ​burning,​ ​nose​ ​sweating Taste​ ​that​ ​makes​ ​you​ ​run​ ​for​ ​water, A​ ​taste​ ​that​ ​can​ ​make​ ​your​ ​lips​ ​curl​ ​upwards ​ ​in​ ​a​ ​sweet​ ​smile The​ ​shape​ ​on​ ​a​ ​card Making​ ​your​ ​face​ ​feel​ ​hot Feeling​ ​your​ ​own​ ​heart beating​ ​for​ ​someone Cheeks​ ​flushed A​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white​ ​page Letters​ ​put​ ​together​ ​forming​ ​words Words​ ​binding​ ​into​ ​sentences Stories​ ​bleeding A​ ​signal​ ​of​ ​pain, Sign​ ​of​ ​law,​ ​a​ ​taste of​ ​sweet​ ​and​ ​spicy, a​ ​human​ ​connection, The​ ​color​ ​that​ ​must​ ​be​ ​read To​ ​be​ ​seen.

-Evalyn​ ​Lee

Seasons​ ​of​ ​Blue Blue​ ​sounds​ ​like​ ​ocean​ ​waves The​ ​salt​ ​spray​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mouths​ ​of​ ​kids Sitting​ ​in​ ​the​ ​hot​ ​sun​ ​along​ ​the​ ​shore Blue​ ​tastes​ ​like​ ​a​ ​melted​ ​jolly​ ​rancher As​ ​a​ ​faint​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​vanilla​ ​and​ ​coconut​ ​lingers Like​ ​a​ ​tropical​ ​night​ ​in​ ​Hawaii It​ ​feels​ ​fuzzy​ ​and​ ​warm Like​ ​a​ ​blanket​ ​on​ ​a​ ​winter​ ​day Wrapped​ ​around​ ​me​ ​as​ ​I​ ​curl Into​ ​my​ ​soft​ ​overstuffed​ ​chair in​ ​the​ ​corner​ ​of​ ​my​ ​blue​ ​room -Olivia

The​ ​Gold​ ​Trophy I​ ​skate​ ​into​ ​the​ ​middle of​ ​the​ ​rink​ ​and​ ​tug my​ ​dress​ ​of​ ​gold and​ ​lace.​ ​A​ ​small​ ​hole in​ ​my​ ​tights​ ​catches my​ ​eye A​ ​golden​ ​voice​ ​announces All​ ​the​ ​places And​ ​says​ ​my​ ​name I​ ​glide​ ​toward​ ​everything​ ​golden I​ ​kiss​ ​it​ ​and​ ​it​ ​tastes Rich Powerful Metalic My​ ​fingers​ ​skate​ ​around​ ​its​ ​cold​ ​rim The​ ​trophy​ ​smells​ ​like​ ​pride as​ ​I​ ​clutch​ ​it​ ​to​ ​my​ ​chest I​ ​feel​ ​new,​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​burst Like​ ​a​ ​green​ ​grape Gold​ ​is​ ​a​ ​Trophy A​ ​lucky​ ​gift I​ ​glide​ ​back​ ​and​ ​stand​ ​tall -Anna​ ​Ferdkoff

Red The​ ​Earth​ ​is​ ​red Looks​ ​like​ ​a​ ​minecraft​ ​bed Tastes​ ​like​ ​a​ ​sandwich​ ​without​ ​bread Smells​ ​like​ ​a​ ​hospital​ ​full​ ​of​ ​dead Sounds​ ​like​ ​a​ ​episode​ ​on​ ​YouTube​ ​Red Feels​ ​sticky​ ​like​ ​a​ ​cherry​ ​air​head Tastes​ ​like​ ​old​ ​pencil​ ​lead Kiesha​ ​Bland

Red Hot​ ​peppers,​ ​flames,​ ​train​ ​horns Blaring​ ​through​ ​the​ ​tunnel Blood​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tongue Its​ ​residue​ ​on​ ​your​ ​white​ ​shirt The​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​the​ ​mathematical textbooks​ ​slamming​ ​shut The​ ​heat​ ​that​ ​bounces​ ​off​ ​my​ ​body And​ ​turns​ ​me​ ​into​ ​flames The​ ​red​ ​expo​ ​marker Squeaks​ ​across​ ​the​ ​board Like​ ​a​ ​bloody​ ​footstep​ ​in​ ​the​ ​white​ ​snow I​ ​look​ ​up,​ ​glimpse​ ​an​ ​octagon​ ​or​ ​another Sign​ ​that​ ​tells​ ​me​ ​to​ ​stop At​ ​the​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​paper: That​ ​sharp​ ​red​ ​F -Sophia​ ​Maggos

Hot​ ​Teal​ ​Balloon I​ ​fly​ ​high​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sky I​ ​look​ ​at​ ​every​ ​inch Of​ ​the​ ​vast​ ​teal Sky​ ​in​ ​the​ ​distance I​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​teal​ ​splash Me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​face It’s​ ​like​ ​catching​ ​snow With​ ​your​ ​tongue​ ​in​ ​winter It​ ​hits​ ​my​ ​dry​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​it Tastes​ ​like​ ​teal​ ​gatorade From​ ​a​ ​local​ ​711​ ​down​ ​below The​ ​warm​ ​teal​ ​sky​ ​snuggles​ ​me Like​ ​Tyler’s​ ​soft​ ​couch It​ ​smells​ ​like​ ​a​ ​summer Storm​ ​coming​ ​to​ ​my​ ​house I​ ​fly​ ​back​ ​to​ ​my​ ​bed​ ​for​ ​sleep The​ ​rain​ ​pelts​ ​against​ ​my​ ​window I​ ​drift​ ​into​ ​slumber I​ ​fall​ ​asleep​ ​to​ ​the​ ​color​ ​teal By​ ​Kaiden​ ​Britton

Lime​ ​Green A​ ​whisper​ ​being​ ​passed​ ​around A​ ​mossy​ ​brick​ ​wall​ ​against​ ​your​ ​back An​ ​old​ ​Buggy​ ​that​ ​doesn’t​ ​run​ ​anymore A​ ​moldy​ ​uncut​ ​lime​ ​growing​ ​fur​ ​in​ ​the​ ​fruit​ ​bowl When​ ​people​ ​wear​ ​me,​ ​they​ ​spread​ ​rumors Nobody​ ​thinks​ ​of​ ​me​ ​as​ ​human I​ ​am​ ​an​ ​alien​ ​of​ ​sorts But​ ​I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​trusted Lauren​ ​Berish

Red

Sweet​ ​taste​ ​of​ ​blood Having​ ​a​ ​Bud Emergency​ ​of​ ​civilians Freedom​ ​of​ ​Millions Fighting​ ​with​ ​gun People​ ​having​ ​fun Kids​ ​fighting​ ​in​ ​war Lake​ ​Foresters​ ​wanting​ ​more Starvation​ ​in​ ​North​ ​Korea Oreo​ ​O’s​ ​in​ ​South​ ​Korea The​ ​rotting​ ​flesh​ ​of​ ​people The​ ​small​ ​victory​ ​of​ ​people D​ ​Day​ ​in​ ​France B​ ​Day​ ​in​ ​France The​ ​realities​ ​of​ ​adulthood The​ ​lies​ ​told​ ​to​ ​kids Everlasting​ ​fear​ ​in​ ​war Calmness​ ​in​ ​US By​ ​Maxwell​ ​Mullarkey

BLUE Blue​ ​is​ ​the​ ​glassy​ ​clear​ ​royal​ ​blue​ ​ocean A​ ​city​ ​of​ ​coral​ ​and​ ​fish It​ ​tastes​ ​like​ ​rich​ ​sea​ ​salt​ ​caramel It​ ​feels​ ​like​ ​gentle​ ​waves Caked​ ​with​ ​bubbling​ ​foam​ ​and​ ​seaweed Rolling​ ​and​ ​breaking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​feet Before​ ​you​ ​jump​ ​into​ ​the​ ​ocean Escaping​ ​dreadful​ ​sunburns The​ ​waves​ ​sparkle​ ​in​ ​the​ ​midday​ ​sun Suspended​ ​in​ ​the​ ​cloud-dusted​ ​pale​ ​blue​ ​sky A​ ​perfect​ ​blue​ ​day By​ ​Daniel​ ​Crawford

Red Screams​ ​inside​ ​your​ ​head When​ ​you​ ​burn​ ​your​ ​tongue On​ ​hot​ ​soup You​ ​taste​ ​red You​ ​feel​ ​red​ ​when​ ​you're​ ​sitting​ ​near​ ​a​ ​fire The​ ​soft​ ​heat​ ​hitting​ ​your​ ​face The​ ​color​ ​of​ ​a​ ​rose So​ ​beautiful Until​ ​the​ ​sharp​ ​pain​ ​of​ ​a​ ​thorn Slowly​ ​pierces​ ​your​ ​finger​ ​intensely And​ ​draws​ ​out​ ​the​ ​deepest​ ​color that​ ​runs​ ​through​ ​your​ ​veins Brooke​ ​Mordini

Gray Gray​ ​is​ ​classy I​ ​dress​ ​up,​ ​try​ ​to Match​ ​light​ ​shirt And​ ​black​ ​leggings Don’t​ ​be​ ​bland I​ ​always​ ​thought I​ ​leave​ ​but​ ​will​ ​be​ ​back I​ ​bring​ ​the​ ​bright​ ​colors But​ ​then​ ​SHUT I​ ​am​ ​happy​ ​without​ ​caring I​ ​can​ ​do​ ​sweats​ ​with​ ​sweaters Black​ ​shirt​ ​and​ ​leggings Don’t​ ​have​ ​to​ ​match Too​ ​bright:​ ​ ​everyone​ ​will​ ​stare Go​ ​on:​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​have​ ​a​ ​smell Or​ ​taste.​ ​I’m​ ​bland​ ​gum I​ ​am​ ​a​ ​tempurpedic​ ​mattress.

Everyone​ ​hates But​ ​I’m​ ​like,​ ​I​ ​mean I’m​ ​gray:​ ​Who​ ​cares? ​ ​By​ ​Izzy​ ​Smith

Red Roses​ ​are​ ​love,​ ​romance.

Thorns​ ​are​ ​agony,​ ​distress.

Two​ ​extremes​ ​that​ ​are​ ​so​ ​different But​ ​the​ ​same.

Bricks​ ​build​ ​new​ ​foundations,​ ​new​ ​beginnings.

Bricks​ ​destroy,​ ​tear​ ​apart old​ ​memories.

Royalty​ ​is​ ​beauty,​ ​boldness,​ ​wealth, extravagance.

It​ ​means​ ​ugliness,​ ​evil​ ​like​ ​the​ ​devil, death.

The​ ​eye​ ​of​ ​a​ ​hurricane​ ​is​ ​dramatic,​ ​catastrophic.

It​ ​is​ ​sly​ ​and​ ​secretive,​ ​like​ ​a​ ​fox.

Sharp,​ ​spicy,​ ​and​ ​deliciously sweet.

Tempting,​ ​an​ ​aroma​ ​that​ ​fills​ ​the​ ​air.

A​ ​fruity,​ ​clean, fluorescent​ ​smell.

Velvet​ ​cushion.​ ​Deep,​ ​rich,​ ​Highly Desirable.

Ava​ ​Trandel

Orange​ ​is​ ​tacky For​ ​cringey​ ​people It​ ​is​ ​heat​ ​in​ ​Florida Sweaters​ ​and​ ​carpet Mostly​ ​in​ ​daylight You​ ​try​ ​to​ ​make​ ​a​ ​youtube​ ​video With​ ​your​ ​parents​ ​phone Because​ ​“you​ ​don’t​ ​want​ ​to​ ​waste Your​ ​storage”​ ​but​ ​you​ ​fail.

That’s​ ​orange.

You​ ​go​ ​back​ ​in​ ​time​ ​to​ ​“your​ ​younger​ ​self” And​ ​try​ ​to​ ​impress But​ ​little​ ​you​ ​is​ ​disappointed.

Orange​ ​smells​ ​artificial Like​ ​anesthetic​ ​at​ ​the​ ​dentist’s​ ​office It’s​ ​the​ ​after-taste​ ​of​ ​ugly Orange-flavored​ ​toothpaste.

Or​ ​baby​ ​aspirin.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​more Orange​ ​suddenly Until​ ​you​ ​don’t.

But​ ​then,​ ​sunset​ ​comes and​ ​only​ ​it​ ​can​ ​calm​ ​you By​ ​Izzy​ ​Smith

YELLOW Yellow​ ​is​ ​summer,​ ​sweet The​ ​lemonade​ ​stands​ ​we​ ​had​ ​as​ ​kids People​ ​laughing,​ ​cheering like​ ​the​ ​bright​ ​morning​ ​sun Shining​ ​in​ ​the​ ​hot​ ​humid​ ​air It​ ​feels​ ​like​ ​a​ ​sticky​ ​cold​ ​marble​ ​table And​ ​its​ ​smell​ ​burns​ ​in​ ​your​ ​nose The​ ​color​ ​it​ ​brings​ ​is​ ​eye​ ​shocking Like​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​for​ ​too​ ​long The​ ​bright​ ​happiness​ ​that​ ​tans​ ​your​ ​skin Our​ ​important​ ​words​ ​are​ ​covered in​ ​the​ ​color​ ​YELLOW BY:​ ​Posy​ ​Connery

Brown

I’m​ ​reliable,​ ​everywhere​ ​you​ ​look I’m​ ​there The​ ​color​ ​of​ ​wisdom smooth​ ​and​ ​deep like​ ​an​ ​old​ ​man​ ​sitting​ ​in​ ​his​ ​leather​ ​chair with​ ​memories​ ​of​ ​a​ ​full​ ​life like​ ​fertile​ ​soil​ ​after​ ​a​ ​flooding loaded​ ​with​ ​nutrients I​ ​tell​ ​a​ ​story​ ​every​ ​time​ ​I’m​ ​viewed People​ ​are​ ​divided Like​ ​at​ ​an​ ​election Some​ ​support​ ​me,​ ​others​ ​dislike​ ​me One​ ​side​ ​says​ ​“Go​ ​home!”

The​ ​other​ ​says​ ​“We​ ​love​ ​you!” but​ ​either​ ​way​ ​through​ ​love or​ ​hate​ ​I’m​ ​the​ ​one

-Sean

Magenta The​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​day​ ​has​ ​begun The​ ​final​ ​cloud​ ​passes​ ​over​ ​the​ ​land ​ ​Before​ ​unveiling​ ​the​ ​stars,​ ​a​ ​curtain​ ​unveiling​ ​a​ ​stage One​ ​last​ ​blast​ ​of​ ​light ​ ​Made​ ​by​ ​a​ ​faraway​ ​Sun Amplified​ ​by​ ​cloud.

And​ ​there​ ​it​ ​is​ ​slowly​ ​reeling​ ​from​ ​red and​ ​descending​ ​into​ ​purple.

Magenta.

Continuously ​ ​Conflicted Purple​ ​looks​ ​greedily​ ​from​ ​one​ ​side ​ ​Red​ ​looks​ ​pleadingly​ ​from​ ​another​ ​like ​ ​two​ ​adults​ ​in​ ​a​ ​custody​ ​battle Spoiling​ ​their​ ​child,​ ​angling for​ ​the​ ​spotlight​ ​of​ ​best​ ​parent.

Magenta​ ​has​ ​to​ ​make​ ​a​ ​decision But​ ​doesn’t Instead​ ​she​ ​is​ ​her​ ​own​ ​epiphany Of​ ​color

Evergreen​ ​is​ ​Not​ ​a​ ​Color Rain Dripping From​ ​leaves A​ ​laugh In​ ​the​ ​midst​ ​of​ ​tears A​ ​morning Covered​ ​in​ ​dew The​ ​cool​ ​air So​ ​fresh​ ​you​ ​can​ ​taste​ ​it Pine​ ​needles On​ ​a​ ​white​ ​canvas Of​ ​snow -Claire​ ​Kaplan

Yellow Is​ ​failure​ ​for​ ​failures You​ ​fail​ ​in​ ​school,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​be​ ​light​ ​blue Yellow​ ​smells​ ​like​ ​sunshine It​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​sweet​ ​daylight But​ ​it​ ​burns Clouds​ ​are​ ​better.

No​ ​one​ ​likes​ ​yellow It’s​ ​the​ ​color​ ​of​ ​blonde​ ​hair From​ ​a​ ​bottle​ ​or​ ​salon It​ ​tastes​ ​like​ ​you're​ ​being​ ​drowned By​ ​the​ ​giant​ ​wave​ ​in​ ​the​ ​ocean In​ ​Florida​ ​after​ ​having​ ​fun With​ ​your​ ​sister.​ ​You​ ​taste​ ​the​ ​salt And​ ​all​ ​of​ ​a​ ​sudden All​ ​face​ ​ends​ ​hurt.

Your​ ​throat,​ ​your​ ​nose Ears​ ​and​ ​eyes The​ ​sting​ ​is​ ​real Get​ ​the​ ​hose​ ​and​ ​rinse​ ​off Get​ ​back​ ​out​ ​there By​ ​Izzy​ ​Smith

Turquoise Clean​ ​slate​ ​of​ ​snow,​ ​a​ ​cold​ ​line Of​ ​it​ ​on​ ​the​ ​branches Bluish​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​pine​ ​needles Middle​ ​of​ ​winter Waves​ ​crash​ ​into​ ​jagged Rocks​ ​along​ ​the​ ​coast Bitter​ ​spearmint of​ ​a​ ​new​ ​piece of​ ​gum Stinging​ ​your​ ​tongue Cool​ ​summer​ ​afternoon Iced​ ​tea​ ​on​ ​a​ ​beach The​ ​popping​ ​of​ ​bubbles Drifting​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​sun or​ ​hitting​ ​a​ ​branch Shy​ ​girl Speaking​ ​in​ ​class Knees​ ​shaking Palms​ ​sweating Calm​ ​once​ ​it’s​ ​all​ ​over Abby​ ​Trejo

RED It​ ​undulates​ ​within​ ​you It​ ​stands​ ​beside​ ​you It​ ​bubbles​ ​beneath​ ​you It​ ​gazes​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you You​ ​feel​ ​it​ ​take​ ​over Every​ ​nerve​ ​jitters Your​ ​head​ ​spins Your​ ​teeth​ ​clatter The​ ​apple​ ​rolls Your​ ​eyes​ ​water Your​ ​mind​ ​expands You​ ​grasp​ ​it Hanging​ ​by​ ​a​ ​sliver You​ ​are​ ​empty Your​ ​hands​ ​burn It​ ​falls​ ​beside​ ​you It’s​ ​gone.

Redding

Pink The​ ​flowers​ ​expand​ ​in​ ​my​ ​hand As​ ​a​ ​the​ ​fuzzy​ ​blanket​ ​warms​ ​my​ ​feet And​ ​the​ ​sweet​ ​softness​ ​of​ ​the​ ​cotton​ ​candy melts​ ​in​ ​my​ ​mouth.​ ​As​ ​Cinderella I​ ​twirl​ ​a​ ​finger​ ​in​ ​my​ ​hair And​ ​dress​ ​for​ ​the​ ​ball Ariana​ ​Grande’s​ ​“Pink Champagne”​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​daydream Of​ ​sleepovers,​ ​best​ ​friends, Perfume​ ​that​ ​smells Like​ ​candy.​ ​I’m​ ​applying Pink​ ​lipstick​ ​in​ ​a​ ​magic​ ​mirror Inside​ ​my​ ​castle These​ ​four​ ​pink​ ​walls By:​ ​Emily​ ​Nocella

White

Blank​ ​emptiness​ ​like​ ​a​ ​field​ ​of​ ​glimmering​ ​snow Splashed​ ​with​ ​watercolours Foaming​ ​with​ ​light Creamy​ ​like​ ​frosting Fluffy​ ​Shirokuma Sweet​ ​&​ ​Sour Dumplings​ ​&​ ​Rice Moonlit​ ​clouds Rainbow

Turns​ ​darker Anxiety,​ ​humiliation,​ ​need​ ​for​ ​perfection Hands​ ​shaking Heart​ ​beating So​ ​afraid Of​ ​what​ ​happens​ ​next No​ ​turning​ ​back

Sydney​ ​Frusher