Staring at the clock hearing tick tock. Drifting off to sleep as time seems to tell that no one is there. Slowly lowering my head down to the cold glass desk as I hear the clock ticking time away. 1
Pushing on the ground to lift my tired body. Sinking into damp leaves and realizing the scenery had changed and I was in the woods full of fall colors. Looking up into the sky seeing the sun and hearing the ticks of the clock that should no longer be there as I can not reveal a clock anywhere in sight. Tripping over a tree trunk and falling face down into the mud of the earth. Emotions crowd my head screaming how nothing is right and not how it should be. Flooding images of black paint in my mind. I want to paint the world black, destroy the colors that described how our world is different. Make it plain no more gray spots, straight black and white issues. 2
My imagination ruling this place in my sleep, placing a paint brush of never ending black paint to darken the world. This must be a place of my sleep. So I fear not of what happens to anyone nor anything and drown it in the blackness. Anger seems to burn inside as I scrape this brush across the lands. I don't understand this yet I do not try as it completes my mind. 3
My once freely moving hand is stopped by another. Grasping holding on tight. Tears streaming down my face as I scream to let go, but don't know what I am fighting for. I slowly stop my screaming and random hits and feel someone pull me closer to them, holding me as if to say everything will be alright, just give it time. Letting myself calm enough to look up and stair into the eyes of those who care. The ones I love and who love me. How could anyone forget them in the slightest second. Curled up into those arms in this now black world I have created wishing they could help me paint it the colors of summer, fall, winter, and spring because the world is nothing without them.4
Author notes
My internet was down for three hours and I had done everything I needed too and no calls just staring outside at the trees which are now the colors of fall let say and I had a depressing moment caz I was all alone and saw black and knew people cared so tried to think optimistic and thought story or poem and yeah this is what I got.....weird how my mind works I know.
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Beautiful! Really this was! Fall is my favorite season, maybe that's why I liked this so much? Who knows. But this was amazing and I loved the ending how finally someone was there to care about her.
Great write, and keep up the great work!
-Principessa
And thanks for the comment
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I really enjoyed this piece. It paints a vivid picture of the world with out the ones we care about. I loved it great job. Keep up the great work. Much luvs-CJ
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this is good. it's got a lot of different points in it and it sorta makes sense. like how you wish the world was black and everything was a black and white issues but then you go and say that you need the colrs. Did that make any sense to you cause it didn't to me...srry about that...i don't know how else to put it. well, it's good. good job. peace
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haha Im sure....
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huh, interesting...lol and not one of those "huhs" that really mean "i hate this poem but i need the points so im commenting anyway"...its a good "huh" lol
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