"You should be happy."

Yeah.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

I was going to tell you.

Going to tell you why I was just "ok."

I tried to find you,

But you had already left.

It's her birthday.

I still have to make her a card.

This is a wonderful birthday present.

I'm tired of life being tossed around

Like it's in a washing machine.

I'm tired of being mad,

And trying to figure out who to be mad at,

And try...

Cold,

tasteless,

frozen liquid.

I stand here sucking on a piece of ice.

The air stings my nostrils.

Each breath

feels like fire.

My face is sprayed from the river,

then it stops,

blocked by something.

Over the sound of rushing water,

I hear a voice:

"What are you doing here?"...

The color of fire.

Eager to spread and travel, giving warmth but sometimes causing destruction. The marks of fights are visible on his gloves. There's no new experience he's not up for. If you get on his good side, you'll never be cold.

The color of citrus.

Refreshment after a long, boring time. A bandana is wrapped around his head. You either hate him or love him, there's no in between. He's b...

Motionless in the bed,

I lay,

the sounds of breathing all around me.

My eyes are fixed on the window.

Through the darkness,

a beam from this building reaches.

The windows perpendicular to mine:

some still have lights on,

some have gone out.

From here I can see

the city,

my school,

all the places I love.

But this place,

right now, this is the best place.

Usually, I'm looking at the world,

looking...

Who are we when no one is watching?

Christmas's cheeks are wet.

His hands shake;

his eyes leak.

His mind's a mess;

his face is weak.

Outside is home;

inside is bleak.

The sun has already set.

We are vulnerable.

Who are we when no one is watching?

Cornflower clings to the fabric.

Though faded, it

still has his smell.

The more he gave,

the harder she fell.

Where this will go,

only time can tell;...

The color of blood.

Pumping through their veins, because they are alive. No matter how much of it spills, they will always be alive. A bandage covers their cheek. They have seen too much of it.

The color of fierceness.

Driving them to continue. Their eyes are set on their goal and nothing can stop them, save for getting too bored. A stick waves through the air. They've been given strength, and ...

what if a bust of a trust of a truth

opens the chasm of daring;

into the blackness shoves the puppet

and gives extra flair to the caring?

Pop dread to pride and fear to hope

(pop know to suspicion:pop never to would)

--when prison's reached and sight restored,

the single secret will still be invisible

what if a tad of a sad truth stays

in precious words in books of old:

in people who gather to li...

I will spend the rest of my day

Stuck in this hourless corridor,

No clock to tell the minutes by,

Every second a wasted one.

And now the script remains unplayed --

A joyful scene now turns to horror;

The audience won't laugh, won't cry,

Won't see again this morning's gun.

Millions of phantoms float by my eyes

Through this graveyard of past plans failed

My spirits lifting, then falling with each

...

As I embark on this journey today,

I need to set my eyes on You, my lifeline.

The world’s beginning to crumble like clay

As I embark on this journey today.

The plot’s upon us and time slips away;

Beware that soon there will be no more “next time.”

As I embark on this journey today,

I need to set my eyes on You, my lifeline....

(sorry idk how well it fits the prompt)

Guilty lived half the time in a world

(where surfacing not underneath plans unfurl)

May blank november january

She laughed her some she cared her none.

Girls and boys (both covered and veiled)

Cares for guilty never prevailed

They worked their please they earned their thank

Morning noon five blank

Visibles guessed (or so she thought

And forward they moved...