Writing Prompt

Grey,

Like stone.

Navy,

All alone.

Torn,

Fabric age.

Scorn,

Listless sage.

Pale,

Like chalk.

Emblematic,

Making people talk.

…

Love You

…

🖤...

Pink and green

Opposites always attract

Complimentary

That’s what they say

Right?

So why when I see a couple

One wearing pink

The other one green

Why do they always clash?

There was once a upon a time

Where they thought they could make it work

But now look at them!

They argue over little things

They sleep in separate beds

And they don’t even say “I love you” anymore

Opposites at...

Everything has a color.

Everything has a color

And a weight

And a feeling.

Of course, those are just the words I use.

Most of the time,

The colors aren’t actually colors.

The weights aren’t actually weights.

The feelings aren’t actually feelings.

But that’s the way I make sense of it,

The way I create words when there are none.

Songs are blue and black and pink,

Swirls merging and dividing.

A g...

Blue, my favorite color

Same as my sister and my eyes

It reminds me of

The oceans and of the

Sky and of the Solar System

Of lakes, and of a deep mystery,

Of rivers, and of calmness

Blueberries,

My favorite fruit,

And bluebirds

Heavy rain, deep

Puddles, and sapphires

It reminds me of tears,

Sadness, laziness, comfort,

Exhaustion, and giving up

It reminds me how

I can’t feel anger

Any...

I weave a shroud of night, a cloak of deepest black,

It wraps around my thoughts, a sorrow turning back

On memories that linger, whispers of a past,

A love that burned to embers, a dream that could not last.

The dark and well that is my heart spills forth its inky tide,

Black mascara stains my cheeks where laughter did reside.

The sun, a distant memory, veiled by a stormy sky,

No warmth can pier...

A dark void swimming between the murky silence of death, worn black like the eye sockets of a skull. Mysterious, holding secrets no one dare tell. Even after death, they stay trapped behind sewn lips and sharpened teeth.

Something so far out of reach, yet so close to you. Something you run to catch, yet is always chasing you. The same thing that is nothing but everything at the same time. Confusi...

black as the midnight sky

shaded with purple and blue

colors of the past i lived

lying to me, lying to you

horrendous pictures from a life

i’ve long since left behind

and yet you still ask me

darling, would you be mine?...

I’m wearing grey

And like storm clouds I’m murky

Unclear and not fully explained

I am a gamut of a shade

The sun you cannot see

A path covered in piles of dead leaves

Indifference with lack of modesty

Not attracting too much attention

Never approaching each thing with a great sense of apprehension

The fleas that still jump the same height as the jar

The way Hubble’s law explains the abs...

Acrylic paint stains on a navy background.

Watercolours don't.

Blood doesn't either.

Don't ask me how I know this,

because I'm not going to answer.

I will say that I always wear

navy jumpers,

even in the summertime.

Muddy grass stains on white shorts.

I started bleeding monthly and wore black.

I stopped wearing shorts when I ran out of room,

and when my thighs grew tired of the weight,

my calve...

I feel green, but what might that mean?

Might it mean I’m full of life from my head to my feet. Am I the start to growth into a new beginning, do I give life to everything around me?

If so, why, why do people think my color is to express disgust when I’m far from such atrocious word.

My color is the most lively thing out there, my color is life....