Throw a splash of magenta paint onto your white pants. And teal. And Indian Paint Brush Orange. Get messy. Splash some color; those white pants are boring.
Magenta like the cherry blossoms lining the street. Each day the breeze blows and all the petals go whoosh into the street, riding the gusts of wind and dancing above my head.
The purple color that seems to slice through the tame pastels and singular shades of everyday life. Magenta, you tease. I can’t really tell if you are supposed to be a color for royalty or princess themed birthday parties.
Magenta was the name she called herself. Her hair blazed her name like a neon sign in the dead of night. She’d dyed it herself. It was just part of her manifesto.
Magenta is a bright vivid colour. It dignifies royalty, highest representation.
Magenta is a colour mixed with both pink and purple, too both colours I like.
Magenta is most definitely seen by humans, animals, butterflies, etc.
Magenta is a color that forms/ distinguishes the meaning of royalty. Magenta is such a vivid color, mixed with purple and pink both my favorite colours. Magenta is a color not only seen by humans, but bee’s butterflies etc. Magenta is a colour.
The professor brusquely glided down the hallway and whipped around the corner, her magenta cloak whirled behind her in a whispering swirl of folds of silk. Her normally slick hairstyle had curled tendrils escaping from the tight bun at the base of her neck. Tonight was no night for organization, tonight was a night of reckless abandon. [end time] She reached the chrome garage doors and flung them open. She glided to the ebony and metallic silver motorbike and hopped aboard. In one slick motion, she turned the ignition, revved the engine and took off into the black, starlit night.
is a colour and is also the name of a charachter in Rocky Horror Picture Show. I know that movie is somewhat erotic but I never really understood it. Not even as an adult did I really comprehend what it was all about. But that’s indicative of quite a bit of my life. There are gaps in my understanding. When everyone else is sitting around laughing about a joke I find that I’ve just missed the point. I’m the only person I know who need subtitles and wickpedia for all my adult interactions. But that’s ok. When I’m on my own, and I do like my own company it’s all ok and none of that matters. Maybe that’s why I prefer being on my own and this realisation should help me have a better acceptance of that fact about myself. Instead of feeling like a freak.
Her magenta eyes were going to be the death of me. She knew it as much as everyone else. She could make me do her bidding with just the flick of her wrist. Her blonde hair flowing past her shoulders, her evil smile so snarky and yet so seductive at the same time. I could never say no to her.
IT is such a strange color, I must say. Well, perhaps it is not the color, but the name. I imagine Magenta as some bar show-girl, with her scantily clad body covered in feathers. She has glitter all over her, all the way under her armpits. Her face glows with so much color I begin to wonder if I had been placed in front of a painting. Magenta is a strange, flaunt-ready, beautiful girl, who knows no bounds.
There was magenta in the sky that evening. I looked out across the water and I slowed my pace; my gaze was captured, it was locked in the incomprehensible beauty of the skyline. And, for once, I had no worries.
this is probably my favoritecolor. Well,not my favoritecolor. but,in the same color family. I’m not really sure why, because a baby who is dyingis magenta.
the most weirdest spelling word. i never was able to spell it in school…or life, even. i think of flowers. i always think of flowers. i can’t decide if magenta is more purple or pink or red or just a combination of those. it sometimes reminds me of the tucson sunsets and how it can be light and dark at the same time.
The sky filled with a brilliant magenta, tinting the clouds with orange, as the higher reaches played with darkness. Yet another magnificent sunset, appreciated by too few of the people who basked in its glow.
The tulips started coming up magenta without warning. Last year they’d been scarlet. It seemed fitting somehow that now that he was gone, the color was gone, too. Replaced with a stranger.
Her dress was magenta. Not a harsh, bright magenta like so many of the skin-tight dresses most women were wearing that night, but rather a darker, calmer shade. It flowed just past her knees and made her emerald eyes sparkle as she caught sight of him. He held his breath as she flashed him a shy smile. But then he blinked, and she was gone.
childhood favourite colour
I am wandering in pink memories
dazed in the wonder of youth
so hidden and lost
covered in a fateful facade
I am left to my thoughts
concerned of where I go from here
When my oldest boy was a toddler he was showing his grandfather his toy car collection. They were identifying what they were, truck, car etc…and the colour. At one car my father asked my son what colour it was and he said it was magenta.
Purple, violet, lavender. Magenta.
She picked up the cloth lovingly, almost. Running her fingers along the silk, she felt more at ease and comfortable than she was before.
It’s the same colour as my eyes, she thought.
Magenta was the dress that magneto’s wie was wearing that day. Then she discovered she was a utant too, since all things magenta wereattracted to her. Well that was nice to write about.
This was my favorite first color. What are the chances of that popping up? Serendiptiy, perhaps? To remind me of a childhood lost to colors others love, rather than the unique niche that is magenta. I loved magenta, I owned magenta. Magenta still resonates. Vibrant. There are many things that could have come up on this screen, and I want to think that ‘magenta’ was a wake-up call. A wake up to the vibrance that I used to possess. A need to get back to my magenta-loving, Grover-seld
I wondered why it was still raining, after all this time. I looked up to my magenta umbrella and sighed. The weather suit my mood, and somehow it has all day. This new job was putting me down, especially since I had to walk to and from it.
The hues flash before her eyes, dancing down walls like Cirque du Soleil, en colour. Their soft shades flush her cheeks, turning her eyes to violets against the stark white of her skin.
Magenta reminds me of a sunset flashing brilliant colors, burning itself out as it slowly dies beneath the horizon, waiting to be reborn in a phoenix’s ball of passion and color each new day. Magenta is the color of May flowers after April showers. Magenta is purple with spice. Magenta is beautiful. Magenta is one of the colors you’re dying to show a blind person because it’s so indescribable.
I look upon the sky and see not one color
not one hue
but many
in the dying light there is the color of flame
the pale indigo of night
rich magenta and pale yellow
all colors of the sunset
Her cheeks took on the color of magenta. All eyes felt as if they were glued to her gown. She was not use to being the center of attention. The room was dark with only a spot light hovering over her entire body. Her head began to spin. The tingling above her lip was a sure sign she needed to sit down. The world around her was to loud and she needed some order and peace now. What was she to do?
The sun slid behind the hills, leaving streaks of magenta in the evening sky.
At the end of this very long day, I was glad I still had my home and family.
the color of her cheeks, the fragmented pigment in her otherwise milky skintone, the vision of life in her face glows today as the wind whips her face and leaves her startled
I couldn’t remember anything from last night. I looked around me to see if I would find something that will lead me to recall anything at all. Maybe a hint as to why I was in this mysterious household. I spotted a magenta shirt stained with blood thrown carelessly on the floor. The man who introduced me to his friend yesterday had worn it. Shocked, I looked around me for the source of blood. There he was, lying on the sofa, his body completely dull and lifeless. Tears were rolling down my face as flashbacks moved across my mind like a set of pictures running so rapid that it appeared to be a horror film.
Ooooooo…..
one of my favorite colors.
it’s so bright :)
i love it.
I miss when my hair had magenta streaks in it.
one day.
one day
i’ll be able to do my hair in crazy colors again.
stoopid job.
stoopid people.
Throw a splash of magenta paint onto your white pants. And teal. And Indian Paint Brush Orange. Get messy. Splash some color; those white pants are boring.
Magenta like the cherry blossoms lining the street. Each day the breeze blows and all the petals go whoosh into the street, riding the gusts of wind and dancing above my head.
The purple color that seems to slice through the tame pastels and singular shades of everyday life. Magenta, you tease. I can’t really tell if you are supposed to be a color for royalty or princess themed birthday parties.
Magenta was the name she called herself. Her hair blazed her name like a neon sign in the dead of night. She’d dyed it herself. It was just part of her manifesto.
Magenta is a bright vivid colour. It dignifies royalty, highest representation.
Magenta is a colour mixed with both pink and purple, too both colours I like.
Magenta is most definitely seen by humans, animals, butterflies, etc.
Magenta is a color that forms/ distinguishes the meaning of royalty. Magenta is such a vivid color, mixed with purple and pink both my favorite colours. Magenta is a color not only seen by humans, but bee’s butterflies etc. Magenta is a colour.
The professor brusquely glided down the hallway and whipped around the corner, her magenta cloak whirled behind her in a whispering swirl of folds of silk. Her normally slick hairstyle had curled tendrils escaping from the tight bun at the base of her neck. Tonight was no night for organization, tonight was a night of reckless abandon. [end time] She reached the chrome garage doors and flung them open. She glided to the ebony and metallic silver motorbike and hopped aboard. In one slick motion, she turned the ignition, revved the engine and took off into the black, starlit night.
Magenta is a colour us human beings see, and discover. It’s a shade of both pink and purple. Magenta is my favorite colour to express royalty.
is a colour and is also the name of a charachter in Rocky Horror Picture Show. I know that movie is somewhat erotic but I never really understood it. Not even as an adult did I really comprehend what it was all about. But that’s indicative of quite a bit of my life. There are gaps in my understanding. When everyone else is sitting around laughing about a joke I find that I’ve just missed the point. I’m the only person I know who need subtitles and wickpedia for all my adult interactions. But that’s ok. When I’m on my own, and I do like my own company it’s all ok and none of that matters. Maybe that’s why I prefer being on my own and this realisation should help me have a better acceptance of that fact about myself. Instead of feeling like a freak.
Her magenta eyes were going to be the death of me. She knew it as much as everyone else. She could make me do her bidding with just the flick of her wrist. Her blonde hair flowing past her shoulders, her evil smile so snarky and yet so seductive at the same time. I could never say no to her.
IT is such a strange color, I must say. Well, perhaps it is not the color, but the name. I imagine Magenta as some bar show-girl, with her scantily clad body covered in feathers. She has glitter all over her, all the way under her armpits. Her face glows with so much color I begin to wonder if I had been placed in front of a painting. Magenta is a strange, flaunt-ready, beautiful girl, who knows no bounds.
There was magenta in the sky that evening. I looked out across the water and I slowed my pace; my gaze was captured, it was locked in the incomprehensible beauty of the skyline. And, for once, I had no worries.
this is probably my favoritecolor. Well,not my favoritecolor. but,in the same color family. I’m not really sure why, because a baby who is dyingis magenta.
the most weirdest spelling word. i never was able to spell it in school…or life, even. i think of flowers. i always think of flowers. i can’t decide if magenta is more purple or pink or red or just a combination of those. it sometimes reminds me of the tucson sunsets and how it can be light and dark at the same time.
The sky filled with a brilliant magenta, tinting the clouds with orange, as the higher reaches played with darkness. Yet another magnificent sunset, appreciated by too few of the people who basked in its glow.
The tulips started coming up magenta without warning. Last year they’d been scarlet. It seemed fitting somehow that now that he was gone, the color was gone, too. Replaced with a stranger.
Her dress was magenta. Not a harsh, bright magenta like so many of the skin-tight dresses most women were wearing that night, but rather a darker, calmer shade. It flowed just past her knees and made her emerald eyes sparkle as she caught sight of him. He held his breath as she flashed him a shy smile. But then he blinked, and she was gone.
was blue’s best friend
and she had a nose
that looked like a plum.
Magenta flowers smell
absolutely terribad.
childhood favourite colour
I am wandering in pink memories
dazed in the wonder of youth
so hidden and lost
covered in a fateful facade
I am left to my thoughts
concerned of where I go from here
When my oldest boy was a toddler he was showing his grandfather his toy car collection. They were identifying what they were, truck, car etc…and the colour. At one car my father asked my son what colour it was and he said it was magenta.
Purple, violet, lavender. Magenta.
She picked up the cloth lovingly, almost. Running her fingers along the silk, she felt more at ease and comfortable than she was before.
It’s the same colour as my eyes, she thought.
magenta
ma
gen
ta
the word looks like a bug, a big, winged, hard, creater
something that comes out of forieng lands
magenta is a color that im not really sure how to describe. its kind of weird i guess, like me. sort of in between. theres nothing else really
Magenta was the dress that magneto’s wie was wearing that day. Then she discovered she was a utant too, since all things magenta wereattracted to her. Well that was nice to write about.
Magenta is the color of a crayola crayon along with “brick red” and “forest green”, deeper hues that crack white lines just as much as the others.
This was my favorite first color. What are the chances of that popping up? Serendiptiy, perhaps? To remind me of a childhood lost to colors others love, rather than the unique niche that is magenta. I loved magenta, I owned magenta. Magenta still resonates. Vibrant. There are many things that could have come up on this screen, and I want to think that ‘magenta’ was a wake-up call. A wake up to the vibrance that I used to possess. A need to get back to my magenta-loving, Grover-seld
I wondered why it was still raining, after all this time. I looked up to my magenta umbrella and sighed. The weather suit my mood, and somehow it has all day. This new job was putting me down, especially since I had to walk to and from it.
The hues flash before her eyes, dancing down walls like Cirque du Soleil, en colour. Their soft shades flush her cheeks, turning her eyes to violets against the stark white of her skin.
magenta… rain.. rain on a street, cobblestones, Europe.. umbrellas and cafes and ducking into doorways.
Magenta reminds me of a sunset flashing brilliant colors, burning itself out as it slowly dies beneath the horizon, waiting to be reborn in a phoenix’s ball of passion and color each new day. Magenta is the color of May flowers after April showers. Magenta is purple with spice. Magenta is beautiful. Magenta is one of the colors you’re dying to show a blind person because it’s so indescribable.
It’s a rare color to see. You dont’t see it very often/ A very beautiful color to see. It ain’t girly.
it looks purple-red pink it’s a girly color and some boys like it. it has the letters m,g,a,e,n, and t
I look upon the sky and see not one color
not one hue
but many
in the dying light there is the color of flame
the pale indigo of night
rich magenta and pale yellow
all colors of the sunset
Her cheeks took on the color of magenta. All eyes felt as if they were glued to her gown. She was not use to being the center of attention. The room was dark with only a spot light hovering over her entire body. Her head began to spin. The tingling above her lip was a sure sign she needed to sit down. The world around her was to loud and she needed some order and peace now. What was she to do?
it is a color
a character in a book
i dont like it
a tv show
The sun slid behind the hills, leaving streaks of magenta in the evening sky.
At the end of this very long day, I was glad I still had my home and family.
the color of her cheeks, the fragmented pigment in her otherwise milky skintone, the vision of life in her face glows today as the wind whips her face and leaves her startled
A cobalt fire flickered above her ears with a shimmering halo of magenta flame spark.
I couldn’t remember anything from last night. I looked around me to see if I would find something that will lead me to recall anything at all. Maybe a hint as to why I was in this mysterious household. I spotted a magenta shirt stained with blood thrown carelessly on the floor. The man who introduced me to his friend yesterday had worn it. Shocked, I looked around me for the source of blood. There he was, lying on the sofa, his body completely dull and lifeless. Tears were rolling down my face as flashbacks moved across my mind like a set of pictures running so rapid that it appeared to be a horror film.
Ooooooo…..
one of my favorite colors.
it’s so bright :)
i love it.
I miss when my hair had magenta streaks in it.
one day.
one day
i’ll be able to do my hair in crazy colors again.
stoopid job.
stoopid people.