Writing Prompt

Blue, my favorite color

Same as me and my sister’s 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

A...

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....

I’m wearing purple

But I don’t feel like royalty

Cause that would mean people, far and wide

Would know me and love me

And gather to hear me speak

Purple would mean

They’d come from all corners of the land

They’d gawk and pray and wish

That they could stay in my presence

Purple would mean

My words would come with ease

My charisma would contain the crowds

And they would leave stunned, inspi...

Grey the dispassionate neutral

Of the industrial decor so brutal

Of a deep charcoal suit

With sophistication acute

Conservative, elegant and cool

A uniform at elementary school

Associated with wisdom

And old age that’s within some

Not a colour of great extremes

Rather middle ground by all means

It’s neither that bright stark white

nor imposing black like the night

It’s neither one thing no...

Black.

I’m sitting underneath the stars listening to how the stars talk to me.

They tell me I like the color of your sweater, and i tell them I do too,

Because the stars home is black.

I found comfort in the darkness that’s lit by stars that are so far away.

I thought all my worries would dissipate in the darkness.

I didn’t feel real in the dark, like I was detached from the rest of the world.

Wh...