~This poem is not meant to match today's prompt, I just had some inspiration, and I wanted to share it with you guys!~

A painting yet to be painted, its surface bare and bland,

Until it is finally created, by the touch of an artist’s hand.

...

I didn’t realize until now,

That when you’re young you make a vow:

To chase and always stay “it” —

To swear you’d never quit.

I tried my best through eighteen years,

Tagging others, laughs and cheers.

Back then, we were wild with glee,

Though no one listened—carefree,

We’d sprint until shadows grew,

Till daylight slipped from view.

Then one day, I hated “it,”

And so we split.

Suddenly, the past ...

I sit by the fence I long to leap over,

Gazing at the blue where I ache to soar—

But the clouds crowd in and make an enclosure.

The lonely night starts to pour

Its dreadful silence out,

Making the monsters lose their composure.

Some days, the fence is only wire and wood,

Other days, it’s iron, grown twice its height.

I press my palms to it, just to prove I could—

To test if it will stay upright

I...

Some days, I just lie on the grass in the sun.

I have a heart full of many questions,

And a mind on the run.

The golden rays paint delicate,

Unknown tales on my skin,

While I hear little whispers of "What if…?"

Weave softly under and within.

If I were to have never broken,

And never been bent,

What kind of man would I have met?

What risks would I have spent?

I could've traveled so far,

And...

You say how much you love me every day

But in your eyes, I still see the grey

You hold me in your arms like I’m your’s

But I don’t see your heart, because it never soares

‘Do you truly love me?’ I ask

You touch my cheek with a smile, but it’s just a mask

You stand in front of the world that is burning

And you hold my hand tight, my mind turning

I won’t ever know if you love me

But you would desto...

There are only three pairs of clothes in my closet. They are all the same, plain and tan colored dresses, and I have to wear them everyday. Or, that is what we are told to do. North America was the target of all nuclear bombs in 3026, 4,619 years ago. This is what caused half of the world to perish, and now, only the Eastern Hemisphere still stands today. People fought for power, and soon, it...