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 red
It is the color of the setting sky, aflame so fiercely it is almost impossible to falter at its magifience. The breast of a robin, dimly lit in the predawn sky. It is in the ripples of passion in raised voices and the hot blood flowing in your veins. It shines bright in plump strawberries, resting against full lips. The quiet confidence in a lion's eyes speckled among the amber in diluted shades.  It is the color that fills your vision when the flames devour her and the shiny truck douses the house in water too late. It is in the sea of poppies that you bury yourself in, hiding from the pain and loss of yesterday. The sky burns with it, lighting your vision and scorching a path through the barren desert of grief. 

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"red" was Posted On: Friday, 27 September 2013 @01:50 | 0 lovely comments
 purple
purple

it is in the streaks of sunset, arcing across the evening sky. It is the color of her nails as you cup her fingers, gazing into contact lenses turned shiny by the fading sun. It is skin of plump grapes, round and bursting as they nudge past full lips. It mixes with long shadows in the alleyways as you walk home, tapping rhythms with large Vans. It takes form of a hissing snake in your favorite Pokemon game, poison seeping through wooden floors and acid burning away flesh. It is the thread that encircles your wrist, a bond of friendship and love. The shade you fill your lips in with as you pull on tight black clothing. It is in the pattern of fading bruises along your thigh, the smudges and paint of the twilight sky. The sharp taste of Ribena in a cracked mug, the dye of a Sour Punk staining your tongue. It is the color of endless night whispers and pop idols, of melancholy and a slight sharpness that recalls the sleeping sun.

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"purple" was Posted On: Sunday, 15 September 2013 @07:29 | 0 lovely comments
 kaleidoscope of colors
Hello x

I've begun writing a series of prompts based on color. The prompt is to describe the color without naming it.

blue

It’s the sad laugh of the teardrops slipping down your window, each reflecting the salty tears rolling down your face. The shade of her curtains as both of you wrap yourselves in them; a sanctuary from the lies that pour down her lips, dripping down her chin. It’s in the roar of the waves and the prevailing ocean, the way the water kisses your feet and the rain bites your lips. It is the color of her eyes before they close one last time, the taste of those sour sugary treats that you would suck after school, giggling hysterically with your friends. It is in the endless sky, swirled with clouds and her eyes. Your memories speckled with the ocean, vibrant chemicals in test tubes and paint coated cheeks. The color of time and bittersweet love.

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"kaleidoscope of colors" was Posted On: Friday, 13 September 2013 @06:59 | 0 lovely comments
 
Salutations, greetings, hello.

Bonjour, hola, namaste.

There are so many greetings in the world, so many forms of hello and hi; the simple foundation of everyday conversation. A mild greeting expressed in millions of ways. Such a simple phrase is so incredibly diverse.

This is the power of language, the power of words both fleeting and subtle albeit powerful and obtrusive. Words can meld themselves into many different shapes and forms, be it the position of an enraged rant or a flowing melody that recalls the safety of childhood.

I aspire to be a writer. It is my dream, one of my most passionate pursuits. I love words, I love to write. To me, writing is a constantly evolving art form; something to be marveled at but also to be enjoyed, to be loved and nurtured.

Writing can take you to so many different places through its ink kissed pages. Be it a world filled with blue-skinned, fire breathing frogs or pale three legged monkeys I would bet that a book would have it. Writing is the cheapest form of travel and perhaps one of the most engaging.

I want to be one of those wordsmiths who give flight to my readers into my worlds. I want to set them into my places crafted by words and to let the language wash over them, let their minds take them to wonderful places they could experiment through the beloved art form.

x

TP

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