Hearts and the color red

People paint on smiles 

Thick 

And red

Red

Like the blood 

We all still bleed

And the cartoon hearts we have all seen

And maybe it's because you think 

It shows you're human 

But blood isn't thick

And hearts were probably never even red anyways

Because I remember seeing one

 in a video in 5th grade

And I think it was really just a fleshy color

But I was a little too freaked out 

to pick up specifics 

But maybe that's all we are

 fleshy colored people

 inside and out

With a lot of red liquid that keeps our fragile little hearts beating

But we all still pretend our hearts are red Because red is strong 

And red is fearless

Because red gets things done

Because red is beautiful 

So we say our hearts are red

And we paint on red smiles

So people know

That we are strong 

Inside and out

But we are really pink

Not a cute pink 

A fleshy pale almost yellow pink

And I doubt we have ever been another color

But don't fear

Because we all still bleed red 

We all still bleed

Red

And just because our hearts aren't red 

Doesn't mean 

we don't have strength

 and courage

And love 

 flowing through our veins 

Because we do

And even though we are all 

just a little more human 

than we want to be

We can still be strong 

A little taste of synesthesia

My name is purple

Not a dark purple

Not a bright purple

Not even a very light purple

A slightly dull slightly light purple

With a hint of tranquil

And transparent

Purple used to be my favorite color 

Purple was the color of my room

And is still the color of my name

Even when I hated purple 

My name was still purple

Even when 

my favorite flower changed 

from purple pansies 

to blue Daisies 

my name was still purple

My weight is green

A darker and brighter than grass green

A darker than walnut tree leaves green 

My weight is a tropical forest green

Almost A pine tree green but a little lighter 

My weight has changed and I don't remember what a lot of them were. But that one time I road a roller coaster and barely passed the weight limit

My weight was yellow

An almost orange yellow

A awkwardly orange sunflower orange 

A faded paint kind of orange 

A yellow orange crayon kind of orange

And I got bruises on my back from that roller coaster ride because I didn't quite make it. 

And even though the bruises on my back were green 

And my weight had been somewhere between my favorite color and the color of my favorite flowers leaves earlier that morning 

My weight was then yellow

But now it is green

My age is a lime green 

A little citrusy 

But mostly a well tended garden 

The kind full of sprouts 

Where nothing has really grown yet 

My hobbies are grey

Perfect

Clean

With substance

Not a clear or white 

Without commitment

Or a restraining black 

without freedom

Just grey

My thoughts are blue

My personality is blue

A limitless sea and sky blue

Monday's are a red grey

Tuesday's are a clear blue

Wednesday is green a forest green

Thursday is a grey blue

Friday is orange 

Saturday is a brown a tan dirt brown

Sunday is yellow 

My favorite numbers used to be 6 and 21 

6 was a dull blush pink 

And 21 seemed to glow but was also a Tuesday kind of color 

Now my favorite number is 123

Because it is my weight 

Because it fulfills my OCD

And because it is my favorite shade of green

Casper was an orange kind of name 

But also a white kind of name

When you add Wyatt it became a black white and orange kind of name

Davis was an orange kind of name and Tolley was a green kind of name 

But for some reason Davis Tolley was a blue and orange kind of name

Gardner was a red kind of name

Red like the clay on a base ball field 

But Mallary will always be purple

And I'm not too fond of purple

Word painting (trying something different)

A girl leaves foot prints of red 

but Her feet are not bleeding

Because the world can't hurt Her

But her connection to the earth 

has been severed

And her soul is bleeding 

Out of the soles of her feet

She feels lost 

because she appears to be surrounded

by a maze of red footprints 

where she has already walked In circles 

again 

and again 

and again

The trees are brown 

The leaves are green

The earth is white

And the people are grey

They leave no footprints

But whatever color she had 

left When her soul started to bleed out

And even though she suspects she is lost

And knows she won't be found

Something keeps her feet moving

And something 

stops her soul from healing

But something keeps her blood flowing

And she suspects it is her heart

one day she found a new set of footprints

They were blue

And they were cold

But they were there

She followed them to the boy 

with a broken heart

And patched up his heart 

before he bled out

And even though their footprints 

never stopped

And the world seemed just as white
and just as full of grey people

And they still had no idea where their
feet were trying to take them

They knew they would make it there together