the color maroon, the red, the brown, the dress, the belt, the smile… maron, maroon, nothing comes to mind. i have no association with this word. isnt it great, to have nothing in yourmind. i don’t think so. i am empty and ready to be filled. and my back hurts again. every time i want to consider something, my back tells me, no, don’t do it.
Fire
“I won’t go home without you…” Maroon 5 played on the radio next to her desk. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and didn’t look at the instrument as she continued to write.
Alanah
it was finally her’s.
the simple gem had been passed down as long as her elders could remember, and now she finally was able to grasp this piece of history in her hands.
it was just a simple gold chain, but at the end, was a small, heart shaped ruby.
as she grasped it, she realized that it was no ordinary stone.. it was a dark red, a maroon of some sort.
even in the light, this stone would not shine, it just seemed like a deep pool of color that continued for an eternity.
to leave. to cease and desist. to betray, by inaction, your duty. and to add guilt to the pantheon of feelings you will feel when you look me in the eye every morning.
Jez Owen
Maroon and white…. Ahhh, my alma mater. What can I say except – Go Tigers!
my skies have turned maroon, as i sit alone in my room.
no one left me here, i steadily choose my fate
yet everyday i take the wrong escape.
gerald
I feel like a maroon for not knowing the meaning of this word. I know that it is an insult or maybe a color, but either way i should probably stop writing and just google it already.
Lucille hated the color maroon, she never could like it. It was distasteful, but Gabriel, he loved it, he even gave her something of his that was maroon; Lucille believed that was the only way she could like it, because Gabriel gave it to her. It was a ring with maroon stones in it, a rose gold ring, and it was precious to her. Maybe, maroon was not so bad after all.
Anne Harlow
Maroon? Um, to be honest, I’m not sure what a maroon is.
Allison
one of my favorite colors to wear.
its unusual, because everything else seems to wash me out, but not this.. it adds to my pinkish hue i guess..
its a color no one understands. not even I understood. but thats because Im a moron.
Dakota
maroon reminds me of this bad i once like but now hate, also reminds me of being 13, probablt cause thats when i liked the band, bands represented that time in my life they connected me to my best friend, a person i will never forget.
Crystal
I don’t know what this words means, what is marroned? does it mean that you are like, high? or that you don’t know what is happening in the world? I heard a pink floyd song that talked about it. it’s called marooned.. actually. but whatever. what else is new? is marooned an important word to society? that is my biggest question! hahaha.
Sophie
The canvas is splattered in shades of blues and greens, creating the image of a cool summer ocean.
I glare at the peaceful colours; it was not at all what I wanted.
Looking at the palette of colours, I grin, and dip my brush in the bright maroon, and turn my picture into a scene of bloodshed.
maron wait what okay i like to eat marornos and marons are dummies done or howa bout i like both maroons and marons done brown sausages are delicilous
JODY WHATEVER
Hahaha! My uncle uses this as an ‘endearing’ nickname for me whenever I do/say/accomplish something silly or otherwise unorthodox. It’s quite an odd nickname and never fails to have me laughing whenever he uses it.
His face turned maroon with an anger I hadn’t seen from him before and he lifted himself off the counter and piled into her head first knocking her to the ground. He pulled his fists back and we watched, dumbstruck and fearful of the horror that was expected next.
Dan
The color is all I’ve ever seen. Every tree, rock, chair, table, person, everything I’ve seen, I see it as maroon. I don’t know why; the doctors say it’s like a glitch in my brain. People have tried to explain to me what red and green and yellow look like, and I just can’t understand. So eventually, I just stopped mentioning it, and people forgot. I never knew it could be this important.
Maroon 5 would have to be one of those bands that hits the nail on the head when it comes to love songs. The lead singer has looks to die for and the right words. And then you realize he is a cheating love rat. The words are just words. And it reminds you of every ex you ever had…
We stood side-by-side at the mirror in our maroon and gold cheerleading uniforms. Shiloh looked like everything that she was, while I was the girl who was friends with Shiloh. They accepted me only because they accepted her. And when she was gone, I went back to being no one.
Daniel growled and leaned back against the cement wall. He sighed in agitation and threw his head back to look up at the glaring fluorescent lights. His white lab coat and maroon shirt were covered in dirt from the scuffle at the bar and residue left over from the dirty cell floor. He needed a cigarette. Badly.
He ran a pale hand through his long, copper-colored hair that fell in utter disarray. People were staring, he knew that much. He refused to let them get to him. He knew what he was there fore, and so did they. He was an example.
The world is a nutshell we have to try and open. The color maroon embodies the darkness and unknown that is this nutshell, that hides all the color and life within.
H. K.
A meadow of flowers all in pure yellow hues
They contrast with the red and maroon dress she wears as we
dance along in this starlit night.
Pure innocence
It’s a beautiful, dark red color, that makes me think of Autumn. Autumn’s my favorite season. Leaves that fall off the trees are often maroon. Bricks are sometimes maroon also, I like the color. It’s pretty, and sensible, looks good on everybody. :D
Kayla
maroon 5 is a piece of shit band. they have terrible lyrics, and sound. if i was in that band i would hide in a deep dark hole until the world ended, that way nobody would ever have to see or hear my terrible music ever again.
phillip
I love this color honestly. It’s the right mixture between red and purple. It’s like a mixture of my best friend and I, she loves purple, I epitomize the color red. So it’s like the best of two worlds for the best of two friends.
Angelina
Maroon. Like the color? Right. I like brown, I mean, maroon because it is the color of nature. I like green. And red. And orange.
My mom used to have a maroon mini van. It was really old fashioned. All I remember about it was going to McDonald’s for ice cream, and I had to feed my baby cousin and he wanted ALL of my ice cream. She sold that car when I was in third grade and bought a silver Hyundai Santa Fe. The Santa Fe is going to be mine in a few months when I get my license… Time flies.
Kayla
In Peter Pan, Peter and Wendy are marooned on a rock in the middle of the ocean. To save her, Peter gets a bird to let Wendy in its nest and ships them off to sea. He couldn’t fly away because Hook wounded Peter and took away his flight somehow.
Isn’t that beautiful?
It’s love.
Becca
marron is a color i love maroon its one of the colors of my school, the school i hate. the school i wish i could get out of. marron, the color of hate, nlood , love , lust ? colors of my school all things that create heartbreak, oh no.
maroon.
Alfa
The maroon tint to the locals skin gave me pause, but I had nowhere else to turn. I definitely wasn’t from around there, and I literally had no idea how to get back home.
Raymond Masters
They say
no man is an island
and how right they are.
The sailors had the right idea:
they know all too well the need for contact
the reaffirmation of existence
and so when they, who were alone already
abandoned to the wilds of storms
and who knew the touch of lashes and the fear of keelhauls
left someone alone
to live or die without existence
they knew the torture it would be
and that no better punishment could be devised.
I think i may be dyslexic. Whenever I see ‘maroon’, I think of the word moron. Maroon. Moron. Maybe I’m just the latter of the two words. Or maybe not dyslexic, just illiterate. Either way, I’m screwed as a writer.
I was on an island, well on my way to an island. A different one than the one I’m on now. It’s not a sad story because I eventually learned to like where I am but it was never in my head until I had been forgotten by my plane.
raquel
A color
preferable to red
the garish sight of blood
the brightly painted lanterns.
Who wants to see that harsh color
so gaudy for such a scene
when maroon is a deeper, mature glow
with darkness in its passion
and moonlight in its shadows
This color began the gang known as the Magoonz. We’re the toughest there is out there with our matching maroon jackets and cardigans. We do hoodrat things together. The founders, also known as Chrystal and Brandon, may possibly be the coolest people to walk the earth. All hail the Magoonz!
The same color stained the paper as Marilyn wore for her blouse. And the poster paint didn’t really even show up. It was kind of… Reddish. Rusty, except darker, and less brown. She didn’t have a word for it. Just dark red, but not red like blood. Red like some stars could be, on days when the atmosphere was a little thicker, a little closer to earth.
Red, Marilyn thought, and smudged two more fingerfuls of the paint on herself; no one even noticed.
the color maroon, the red, the brown, the dress, the belt, the smile… maron, maroon, nothing comes to mind. i have no association with this word. isnt it great, to have nothing in yourmind. i don’t think so. i am empty and ready to be filled. and my back hurts again. every time i want to consider something, my back tells me, no, don’t do it.
“I won’t go home without you…” Maroon 5 played on the radio next to her desk. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and didn’t look at the instrument as she continued to write.
it was finally her’s.
the simple gem had been passed down as long as her elders could remember, and now she finally was able to grasp this piece of history in her hands.
it was just a simple gold chain, but at the end, was a small, heart shaped ruby.
as she grasped it, she realized that it was no ordinary stone.. it was a dark red, a maroon of some sort.
even in the light, this stone would not shine, it just seemed like a deep pool of color that continued for an eternity.
to leave. to cease and desist. to betray, by inaction, your duty. and to add guilt to the pantheon of feelings you will feel when you look me in the eye every morning.
Maroon and white…. Ahhh, my alma mater. What can I say except – Go Tigers!
my skies have turned maroon, as i sit alone in my room.
no one left me here, i steadily choose my fate
yet everyday i take the wrong escape.
I feel like a maroon for not knowing the meaning of this word. I know that it is an insult or maybe a color, but either way i should probably stop writing and just google it already.
Lucille hated the color maroon, she never could like it. It was distasteful, but Gabriel, he loved it, he even gave her something of his that was maroon; Lucille believed that was the only way she could like it, because Gabriel gave it to her. It was a ring with maroon stones in it, a rose gold ring, and it was precious to her. Maybe, maroon was not so bad after all.
Maroon? Um, to be honest, I’m not sure what a maroon is.
one of my favorite colors to wear.
its unusual, because everything else seems to wash me out, but not this.. it adds to my pinkish hue i guess..
its a color no one understands. not even I understood. but thats because Im a moron.
maroon reminds me of this bad i once like but now hate, also reminds me of being 13, probablt cause thats when i liked the band, bands represented that time in my life they connected me to my best friend, a person i will never forget.
I don’t know what this words means, what is marroned? does it mean that you are like, high? or that you don’t know what is happening in the world? I heard a pink floyd song that talked about it. it’s called marooned.. actually. but whatever. what else is new? is marooned an important word to society? that is my biggest question! hahaha.
The canvas is splattered in shades of blues and greens, creating the image of a cool summer ocean.
I glare at the peaceful colours; it was not at all what I wanted.
Looking at the palette of colours, I grin, and dip my brush in the bright maroon, and turn my picture into a scene of bloodshed.
maoon 5 a boy band
maron wait what okay i like to eat marornos and marons are dummies done or howa bout i like both maroons and marons done brown sausages are delicilous
Hahaha! My uncle uses this as an ‘endearing’ nickname for me whenever I do/say/accomplish something silly or otherwise unorthodox. It’s quite an odd nickname and never fails to have me laughing whenever he uses it.
Maroon, the color of the cars I loved as a kid. Maroon the color of depth and stability. Maroon, the color that one sinks into in a caccoon. Maroon.
His face turned maroon with an anger I hadn’t seen from him before and he lifted himself off the counter and piled into her head first knocking her to the ground. He pulled his fists back and we watched, dumbstruck and fearful of the horror that was expected next.
The color is all I’ve ever seen. Every tree, rock, chair, table, person, everything I’ve seen, I see it as maroon. I don’t know why; the doctors say it’s like a glitch in my brain. People have tried to explain to me what red and green and yellow look like, and I just can’t understand. So eventually, I just stopped mentioning it, and people forgot. I never knew it could be this important.
Maroon 5 would have to be one of those bands that hits the nail on the head when it comes to love songs. The lead singer has looks to die for and the right words. And then you realize he is a cheating love rat. The words are just words. And it reminds you of every ex you ever had…
We stood side-by-side at the mirror in our maroon and gold cheerleading uniforms. Shiloh looked like everything that she was, while I was the girl who was friends with Shiloh. They accepted me only because they accepted her. And when she was gone, I went back to being no one.
Daniel growled and leaned back against the cement wall. He sighed in agitation and threw his head back to look up at the glaring fluorescent lights. His white lab coat and maroon shirt were covered in dirt from the scuffle at the bar and residue left over from the dirty cell floor. He needed a cigarette. Badly.
He ran a pale hand through his long, copper-colored hair that fell in utter disarray. People were staring, he knew that much. He refused to let them get to him. He knew what he was there fore, and so did they. He was an example.
The world is a nutshell we have to try and open. The color maroon embodies the darkness and unknown that is this nutshell, that hides all the color and life within.
A meadow of flowers all in pure yellow hues
They contrast with the red and maroon dress she wears as we
dance along in this starlit night.
Pure innocence
maroon street
guns shot pops on the beat
mangled meat
lyin’ tangled on the concrete
It’s a beautiful, dark red color, that makes me think of Autumn. Autumn’s my favorite season. Leaves that fall off the trees are often maroon. Bricks are sometimes maroon also, I like the color. It’s pretty, and sensible, looks good on everybody. :D
maroon 5 is a piece of shit band. they have terrible lyrics, and sound. if i was in that band i would hide in a deep dark hole until the world ended, that way nobody would ever have to see or hear my terrible music ever again.
I love this color honestly. It’s the right mixture between red and purple. It’s like a mixture of my best friend and I, she loves purple, I epitomize the color red. So it’s like the best of two worlds for the best of two friends.
Maroon. Like the color? Right. I like brown, I mean, maroon because it is the color of nature. I like green. And red. And orange.
My mom used to have a maroon mini van. It was really old fashioned. All I remember about it was going to McDonald’s for ice cream, and I had to feed my baby cousin and he wanted ALL of my ice cream. She sold that car when I was in third grade and bought a silver Hyundai Santa Fe. The Santa Fe is going to be mine in a few months when I get my license… Time flies.
In Peter Pan, Peter and Wendy are marooned on a rock in the middle of the ocean. To save her, Peter gets a bird to let Wendy in its nest and ships them off to sea. He couldn’t fly away because Hook wounded Peter and took away his flight somehow.
Isn’t that beautiful?
It’s love.
marron is a color i love maroon its one of the colors of my school, the school i hate. the school i wish i could get out of. marron, the color of hate, nlood , love , lust ? colors of my school all things that create heartbreak, oh no.
maroon.
The maroon tint to the locals skin gave me pause, but I had nowhere else to turn. I definitely wasn’t from around there, and I literally had no idea how to get back home.
They say
no man is an island
and how right they are.
The sailors had the right idea:
they know all too well the need for contact
the reaffirmation of existence
and so when they, who were alone already
abandoned to the wilds of storms
and who knew the touch of lashes and the fear of keelhauls
left someone alone
to live or die without existence
they knew the torture it would be
and that no better punishment could be devised.
I think i may be dyslexic. Whenever I see ‘maroon’, I think of the word moron. Maroon. Moron. Maybe I’m just the latter of the two words. Or maybe not dyslexic, just illiterate. Either way, I’m screwed as a writer.
I was on an island, well on my way to an island. A different one than the one I’m on now. It’s not a sad story because I eventually learned to like where I am but it was never in my head until I had been forgotten by my plane.
A color
preferable to red
the garish sight of blood
the brightly painted lanterns.
Who wants to see that harsh color
so gaudy for such a scene
when maroon is a deeper, mature glow
with darkness in its passion
and moonlight in its shadows
no over-cheery cherry red here
just maroon.
This color began the gang known as the Magoonz. We’re the toughest there is out there with our matching maroon jackets and cardigans. We do hoodrat things together. The founders, also known as Chrystal and Brandon, may possibly be the coolest people to walk the earth. All hail the Magoonz!
The same color stained the paper as Marilyn wore for her blouse. And the poster paint didn’t really even show up. It was kind of… Reddish. Rusty, except darker, and less brown. She didn’t have a word for it. Just dark red, but not red like blood. Red like some stars could be, on days when the atmosphere was a little thicker, a little closer to earth.
Red, Marilyn thought, and smudged two more fingerfuls of the paint on herself; no one even noticed.