maroon 5. it is a band…dont know much else about it. dont even know what a maroon is. marooned?? on a desert island perhaps…meh i dont care.. dam i wish i got an easier word than maroon. is maroon a colour lol. maybe maybe not. il rhyme maroon to the moon
Close to purple, my favourite colour. Also reminds me of school, you could wear Maroon jumper instead of navy once you we in the sixth form.
Maroon five, I have a cd of their’s they are a good band.
Maroon was not my favorite color, and I had made that quite clear over the past. It just further proved my point that no one ever listened, for what color dress did he buy for me to wear?
domine
tall
white
me
yesterday
condo
mother
son
friend
house
pink
rose
man
cat
little
bed
sat
sit
quite
quilt
no
more
than
4
seats
far
from
for
baby
two
Oh man maroon brings back so many memories!! My school uniform was maroon as in the tights, the skirt, the tie, the jumper, the socks, the headband, the fleece ugh so much maroon! It is safe to safe maroon shall never be worn by me ever again!
I am wearing maroon. I sit in an office. I listen to music and feel less than alive, less than dancing, less than hiking, less than spinning fire, I am on the computer.
First off I think of the band, Maroon 5. I never really liked them all that much. They did have one song that I kind of enjoyed, but even then I didn’t like it very much.
Maoron looks like red. it reminds me of a velvet cup cake. I am sitting on a maroon sofa right now. Maroon is my grandmothers s favorite lipstick and nail polish color.
Sometimes I just feel like I would like to be marooned on a desert island. I am not sure I could handle being there for too long but I guess that wouldn’t be up to me. To be marooned or not to be marooned, that is the question.
is a sicky colour? it don’t inspire me.So I’d have to paint a fresh lively patch of turquoise upon it and make then my maroon very dark- and pattern it with tiny stars. OK?
Maroon, the feeling of lost and abandonment, it comes sometime when you have lost the love you thought you had, the promises and dreams all gone, you are left t maroon. what a bad place to be.
getting stranded, stuck out in the open! I’d be scared, all alone! No idea what to do! I would scream and wait for someone to save me, hoping would be all I had!
the trouble is I don’t like the colour of the door and I even had to buy paint that colour to repair it, nothing about here is a reflection of me, everything that surrounds me is alien in a way that is something much deeper than interior design
a 1970s colour somehow, burgundy. Old fashioned, masculine, flock wall paper in traditional british pubs, jaguars the size of boats with matching shiney leather interiors, arterial blood, iron rich and thick, slow to spread beneath the split skull resting on the dirty carpet in the back room, soaking gently into the grubby wilton….
I am thinking of maroon 5 the band and how everyone says that their songs suck, but honestly i think they aren’t that bad aside from that one song featuring Rhianna. My boyfriend also posted a song by them on facebook today and it has been stuck in my head for hours. I, honestly, never knew the lyrics of this particular sonf until now; it went something like “I’m never gunna leave this bed.” I just could never understand exactly what they were saying/. huh, weird.
The color decieved me. I did not know what to think of it. It was not simply purple, nor was it red, but a color in between that was beyond me. My thoughts on it did not connect with the color itself though, but more with the thought of how this color is not all unlike myself. I was stuck in between. I was not only a girl in an era where the opinions of female’s does not matter, no, I was also a tomboy. The type of girl that would rather get mixed up in mud than prance around in silly heels and dresses. I was stuck in between what society expected and what I wished to become. I was stuck in between red and purple. Just like maroon.
Send me away, as far as possible.
Maroon me on an island with any amount
Of money,
Tears,
Beer,
Coffee,
and cars,
None of any amount of anything
Will bring me the same satisfaction of a good _______.
It was a deep, dark colour, something one would never expect to find in nature. True maroon. Dan reached out tentatively, fingertips barely brushing the petals, as though to physically touch it would be to remove this wonder forever.
I think bout your eyes every now and then,
That odd shade they always seemed to have in the sunlight.
Maroon.
How odd it is that i write about you now, when i barely remember our time together.
Except for your eyes.
Always that same color.
the color always reminds me of those foggy evenings in the hill station. the greenery around, the time is at a standstill and your maroon scarf flying in the air
Maroon reminds me of the tights that I really want to buy for the outfit I wore home on the plane from Europe. It also reminds me of the band–Maroon Five. I’m not sure as to why the band is named Maroon Five… you know, seeing as how none of the members of the group are Maroon-colored in any way, shape, or form. Maroon would also be a lovely fall wedding color.
My favorite color. The color of passion, of things that are ALIVE, of the sunset and the sound of blood pulsing through your veins. The color of my walls, the color that encompasses the thing I love most: life, and the opportunity to be anything I want to be.
The elephant was eating a plum. Not a big plum mind you, just a respectable sized plum for a respectable sized elephant. The Cuckoo sat by watching. He scoffed at the elephants enjoyment of the purple fruit.
Trapped. I am trapped. I am trapped on a desert island. I am trapped on a desert island with no food. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat which sank from my sabotage.
I am marooned. I am trapped. Help me.
It’s the most sexiest color. Everything looks rad in maroon. My clothes. My lipstick. My bag. I wish I could walk down a road full of maroon trees and take pictures. Or maybe even an ice cream. With chocolate maroon. THat wo
So, today I went to the mall and my friend’s friend liked a hat and it was maroon but with yellow and i told him it was ugly so he didn’t buy it. I felt bad but it really was ugly as heck. He really liked it though, and I told him I will not be seen with him if he wore that and a guy at the store had that same hat and i felt a lil’ embarrassed even though I was kidding. Oh, well…..
maroon
a colour that can
give rise to debate
burgundy? aubergine? purple?
different to different eyes
my son confused turquoise with maroon
fascinating
both amalgams of primary
I dont know its defeniton and In really courious. I just know theres a music band named marron 5. I want to know what it means but I dont have time right know.
maroon is also a band called maroon 5, my moms one of her favorite bands. maroon is a deep red like passionate kinda.. i guess you can call it that haha :) maroon reminds me of a romantic night, candelight under the moon kinda night, maroon, thats all i can think of haha (:
I was marooned on a desert island with a fool. She was attractive, sure, but she had no sense of how to survive. God, what James would have given for a fully stocked pack instead of her totally empty head.
The half top on my car was a slick maroon. Not the leathery kind of slick. But the metallic kind, that shoves you away on a sunny day with a glare.
maroon 5. it is a band…dont know much else about it. dont even know what a maroon is. marooned?? on a desert island perhaps…meh i dont care.. dam i wish i got an easier word than maroon. is maroon a colour lol. maybe maybe not. il rhyme maroon to the moon
One of my favorite colors, so warm and passionate. Makes me feel wrapped in the arms of the one that I love, like love is real.
He always wore this one shirt. She hated the color but loved the way it looked on him. It was a maroon, tight, t-shirt.
Close to purple, my favourite colour. Also reminds me of school, you could wear Maroon jumper instead of navy once you we in the sixth form.
Maroon five, I have a cd of their’s they are a good band.
Maroon was not my favorite color, and I had made that quite clear over the past. It just further proved my point that no one ever listened, for what color dress did he buy for me to wear?
Its truly pleasure to be
Marooned in this room
With you
Ducking and diving
The knives you
Throw
Finding solace
In faith and hope
That you will
Feel better soon
domine
tall
white
me
yesterday
condo
mother
son
friend
house
pink
rose
man
cat
little
bed
sat
sit
quite
quilt
no
more
than
4
seats
far
from
for
baby
two
two
Oh man maroon brings back so many memories!! My school uniform was maroon as in the tights, the skirt, the tie, the jumper, the socks, the headband, the fleece ugh so much maroon! It is safe to safe maroon shall never be worn by me ever again!
its a bit like red but not quite, when i first red i thought it said moron. irony?
I am wearing maroon. I sit in an office. I listen to music and feel less than alive, less than dancing, less than hiking, less than spinning fire, I am on the computer.
shoes and polish. How the color remained on your fingers like an old blood stain. The smell was like any other polish but the color was unique.
First off I think of the band, Maroon 5. I never really liked them all that much. They did have one song that I kind of enjoyed, but even then I didn’t like it very much.
Maoron looks like red. it reminds me of a velvet cup cake. I am sitting on a maroon sofa right now. Maroon is my grandmothers s favorite lipstick and nail polish color.
Sometimes I just feel like I would like to be marooned on a desert island. I am not sure I could handle being there for too long but I guess that wouldn’t be up to me. To be marooned or not to be marooned, that is the question.
is a sicky colour? it don’t inspire me.So I’d have to paint a fresh lively patch of turquoise upon it and make then my maroon very dark- and pattern it with tiny stars. OK?
Maroon, the feeling of lost and abandonment, it comes sometime when you have lost the love you thought you had, the promises and dreams all gone, you are left t maroon. what a bad place to be.
getting stranded, stuck out in the open! I’d be scared, all alone! No idea what to do! I would scream and wait for someone to save me, hoping would be all I had!
the trouble is I don’t like the colour of the door and I even had to buy paint that colour to repair it, nothing about here is a reflection of me, everything that surrounds me is alien in a way that is something much deeper than interior design
It is a color. It is deep red. I like it.
Maroon also means to be alone like being marooned on an island with someone.
a 1970s colour somehow, burgundy. Old fashioned, masculine, flock wall paper in traditional british pubs, jaguars the size of boats with matching shiney leather interiors, arterial blood, iron rich and thick, slow to spread beneath the split skull resting on the dirty carpet in the back room, soaking gently into the grubby wilton….
I am thinking of maroon 5 the band and how everyone says that their songs suck, but honestly i think they aren’t that bad aside from that one song featuring Rhianna. My boyfriend also posted a song by them on facebook today and it has been stuck in my head for hours. I, honestly, never knew the lyrics of this particular sonf until now; it went something like “I’m never gunna leave this bed.” I just could never understand exactly what they were saying/. huh, weird.
The color decieved me. I did not know what to think of it. It was not simply purple, nor was it red, but a color in between that was beyond me. My thoughts on it did not connect with the color itself though, but more with the thought of how this color is not all unlike myself. I was stuck in between. I was not only a girl in an era where the opinions of female’s does not matter, no, I was also a tomboy. The type of girl that would rather get mixed up in mud than prance around in silly heels and dresses. I was stuck in between what society expected and what I wished to become. I was stuck in between red and purple. Just like maroon.
Send me away, as far as possible.
Maroon me on an island with any amount
Of money,
Tears,
Beer,
Coffee,
and cars,
None of any amount of anything
Will bring me the same satisfaction of a good _______.
It was a deep, dark colour, something one would never expect to find in nature. True maroon. Dan reached out tentatively, fingertips barely brushing the petals, as though to physically touch it would be to remove this wonder forever.
Had some beautiful dreams in the early hours, they were all coated in a delightful shade of my favourite colour; maroon.
I think bout your eyes every now and then,
That odd shade they always seemed to have in the sunlight.
Maroon.
How odd it is that i write about you now, when i barely remember our time together.
Except for your eyes.
Always that same color.
the color always reminds me of those foggy evenings in the hill station. the greenery around, the time is at a standstill and your maroon scarf flying in the air
Maroon reminds me of the tights that I really want to buy for the outfit I wore home on the plane from Europe. It also reminds me of the band–Maroon Five. I’m not sure as to why the band is named Maroon Five… you know, seeing as how none of the members of the group are Maroon-colored in any way, shape, or form. Maroon would also be a lovely fall wedding color.
My favorite color. The color of passion, of things that are ALIVE, of the sunset and the sound of blood pulsing through your veins. The color of my walls, the color that encompasses the thing I love most: life, and the opportunity to be anything I want to be.
The elephant was eating a plum. Not a big plum mind you, just a respectable sized plum for a respectable sized elephant. The Cuckoo sat by watching. He scoffed at the elephants enjoyment of the purple fruit.
Trapped. I am trapped. I am trapped on a desert island. I am trapped on a desert island with no food. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat which sank from my sabotage.
I am marooned. I am trapped. Help me.
It’s the most sexiest color. Everything looks rad in maroon. My clothes. My lipstick. My bag. I wish I could walk down a road full of maroon trees and take pictures. Or maybe even an ice cream. With chocolate maroon. THat wo
So, today I went to the mall and my friend’s friend liked a hat and it was maroon but with yellow and i told him it was ugly so he didn’t buy it. I felt bad but it really was ugly as heck. He really liked it though, and I told him I will not be seen with him if he wore that and a guy at the store had that same hat and i felt a lil’ embarrassed even though I was kidding. Oh, well…..
maroon
a colour that can
give rise to debate
burgundy? aubergine? purple?
different to different eyes
my son confused turquoise with maroon
fascinating
both amalgams of primary
“You know what color looks good on you?”
“What?”
“Maroon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It scream mysterious and sexy at the same time. Like you.”
I dont know its defeniton and In really courious. I just know theres a music band named marron 5. I want to know what it means but I dont have time right know.
maroon is also a band called maroon 5, my moms one of her favorite bands. maroon is a deep red like passionate kinda.. i guess you can call it that haha :) maroon reminds me of a romantic night, candelight under the moon kinda night, maroon, thats all i can think of haha (:
five was pretty hot but not anymore.
I was marooned on a desert island with a fool. She was attractive, sure, but she had no sense of how to survive. God, what James would have given for a fully stocked pack instead of her totally empty head.