Writing Prompt

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 comfort, knowing that it was better to have the warmth of others than just yourself? Could the soul be blue like the soothing Sea or maybe grey like the mist after rain? Is it a gloomy song that you listen to in the hours of sleep, or was it just silent? These questions wrapped around her head, her curiosity grew larger. Was her soul a place, a feeling, or a sound? Was it a color, a taste, or could it be a smell? The question that remains unknown made her feel tensed, she wanted to understand but not matter how hard she tried she couldn’t. Maybe in the afterlife, her soul would be all that’s left of her, perhaps like a butterfly hatching out of its cocoon. Maybe the soul was never meant to be found, and it was to stay hidden away forever. She decided then and there, to sought out the soul that resides in her. And to be free from the cage she calls her body, to become her soul and confirm the answer to her questions that she always asked herself.

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, open heart, she keeps her walls up. Her kindness is distant, but if she lets you in, it’s toasted chestnuts. Reserved, but not shy. There’s wildflower seeds in her mind, but they have yet to be watered. Until then, she keeps her guard up; offers you a hand while her heart is caged up.

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 drink deep unabashed into my soul green fingers

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 things that brought them to me.

Therefore, the locket must remain closed.

Only I will know of the beauty she brings.

Tranquil: Blue is associated with tranquility and softness

he was soft and kind from anything id ever known he was a breath of fresh air on a hard day, he was laying in bed on a cozy day not having a care in the world. From the moment those dark captivating eyes rest on me i knew i was done for he could take your breath away with one look, all while putting the breath back in you from the words and actions proving he was all that was good in the world.

If there were a measly rodent on the side of the road, his fur dulled out from the trials and tribulations of survival, its apparent battles scraped into its skin, you wouldn't dare go near it. Louis was unsure of what to make of the animal, its teeth was bare in preparation for an attack. It was strange how encapsulated he was by the thing, something about it spoke to his soul. The restraint it took for him to keep his hands to himself, the urge to nurture it was immediate. The greyness in it's fur was what attracted him. The externalization of its own filth would repel any other person but to him he found it to be empowering.

What if my skin looked like that? He thought to himself. Perhaps everyone would just let me be.

She was as gold as the sunrise, the way her confidence carried her across the office from east to west. Her laughter was warm and rich, like aubergine—no doubt why everyone flocked to her the way they did. She was magnificent, and gave off a marigold glow. She had us all fooled, but I could see past that, I could feel her pain. The sadness she kept hidden was as blue as the bruises she kept covered at all costs. I had to admire her strength though, it radiated throughout her like a coloured pebble beach, each pebble a piece of who she was—a path behind her of all the pain that had brought her here. To this mundane office Monday, and still, she sparkles an optimistic pearlescent white, knowing she still has her future ahead.

Regal with an air of noticable grace Rich with love and hope Radiantly lights up a room Righteously uncompromising her dignity Remarkably noticable, like the crown on her head Revered, commanding admiration from all that surround her Refined in her elegance, her beauty & grace Resilently adaptable in every situation

he was hiding dark like me. with glimpses of shimmer from an unexpected moment; like smoke billowing in and out from a fire in the distance. dense and thick like walking through an extreme fog so thick you could grab it. The true color of smoke not too dark; not too light but the perfect shade of in between.

“What’s your favorite color?” Everyone knows their favorite color and can answer promptly and with reason. Pink because it’s soft and feminine. Green because it reminds us of nature. Yellow because it’s bright and sunny and cheerful. Brown is not high on anyone’s list of favorite colors. Which is a shame. Brown is criminally under appreciated. Brown is everything warm and cozy. Brown is the soil that feeds us. Brown is comforting. It’s a worn couch with a soft blanket. Hot chocolate or tea or coffee steaming and warming our hands and bellies. The richness of a favorite dog’s fur. Everything about the color calms and soothes. A brown soul is the best soul to find. They radiate comfort. Stability. They are earthy and wholesome. They pull you in like gravity and just being near them makes you want to set your burdens down and sigh in relief. They’re home. They welcome you in with open arms and set you down with dinner before you know it. Everyone should have that friend to turn to. Not the gray-souled friend that serves as an anchor. But the brown-souled friend that acts as the comforter. The grounded friend that gives and folds around you when you need it. That lends solace and peace wherever they go.