If I could attach

A color to her soul,

It would be gray.

Not too dark,

But surely not light,

Her personality

Is just alright.

She’s a neutral girl,

Gray is her soul,

No one seems to know

How to make her whole.

The way she walks?

Bland.

The way she talks?

Monotone.

The way she acts?

Robotic.

How can one be so dull?

I don’t know.

Emotion?

Something she will not show.

Bias?

She never seems to car...

Her soul looked bright and shiny to me. I’m not sure, it wasn’t a bright color, that’s for sure. But, when I saw her, her soul just shined through her school uniform. It was a radiant beam across the dull school hallway. Later, I noticed the same radiant glow coming out of the girl who sat in front of me in bio. I glanced at her face when she stood to present her bio project and discovered it was ...

Authors note: took the prompt in a little different direction but wanted to write this scene between my characters <3

The colorful flames overtook me immediately. It was warm, comforting almost, despite the searing pain behind my eyes as I took in its beauty. Everything around me slowed, Mctwist was throwing himself at me, trying to stop me or push me out of the way I assume. Victor’s family w...

He can yellow like the bright, burning sun in the sky, like when he smiles or laughs it's as if the sun had stopped hiding behind clouds just to smile back. Flowers will even bloom around him in the dead of night just to greet him. Like the sun, he radiates warmth, giving life to every living thing around him. But every coin has two sides. Yellow is always described as positive, happy, joyful, yet...

The color of my soul is orange mixed with a light pink. My optimistic energy mixed with my kindness and sense of adventure. A Disney movie mixed with some fantasy books for teens. The taste of tea on my tongue. The life of music and songs. My favorite books. What it feels like to love. What it feels like to dance and sing like nobodies whatching. The feeling you get when you see the ones you love....

She was as vibrant as the sun.

Her smile was so bright and powerful it would heal the darkest of souls.

Her hair flowed freely like it would be a crime to pin it up.

Her golden waves cascaded down the back of her head in such a way that was mermerizing to perceive.

Her freckled skin looked as if it was kissed by the sun itself.

She was radiant.

A gleaming star shining so brightly it cou...

As she stared into her reflection she starts to ponder. Could her soul be a gentle breeze? Or perhaps a star that twinkled softly in the night? Maybe her soul was the calmness you feel in your heart when you watch the sun rest below the horizon, or the clouds slowly growing as time passes by. Maybe the soul was alone, but found peace within the loneliness. Would it be that the sun offered its comf...

Blue; deep blue. Like the surface of the ocean at night. Her eyes wide. She doesn’t often smile, but when she does, it’s deep blue. She is a cloud; she holds the weight of waves behind her eyes. She looks down, but not on others. She stands tall with her chin up, at five foot two. She smiles, but she won’t smile at you.

Brown; warm brown. Like the fur coat of a feline in the sun. Closed mind, op...

green fingers

plunge deep unabashed into the soil

sink into cool wetness against my tips

or caress dry resistance crumbling

turn towards the light

joy uncurls from its sheath

the green stretch of new growth

petals blossom into exclamation points

green fireworks of fenestrations

Pinch away what’s spent

dry leaves crunched into pockets

held up to brightness

bottom water till heavy and satiated

d...

In my locket holds colors of my love’s soul.

Red like the pomegranates she grows. The stains they leave on my lips when she brushes her thumb against them.

Violet like the flowers. Flourishing from her heart, mind, and body. Never wilting.

White like her teeth when piercing my skin. Ripping layers off. Leaving me bare.

But the world is black and white. It won’t accept the colors I have or the ...