MeltedDreams
Hullo I'm 17 and I love writing poetry it's a great coping skill for me I'm a little messed up but I can relate just call me a basket case
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Challenge
Describe a color to a blind person. You can't say things like, "The color of fire" because they don't know what color that is. Use feelings and tastes and other senses to describe the color to them. Extra credit: People can guess what color it is in the comments.
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The color...
The color of burnt toast in the morning when you're in a rush.
The color of the sweet texture and taste in a bar of milk chocolate.
The color of coffee as the sweet yet bitter taste singes your taste buds.
The color of a tree trunk and the rough splinters of the bark.
The color of a leaf during fall, the feel of the crisp, crunchy surface.
What color am I?
To that you must guess...
Challenge
how do you calm down?
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I bleed.
I bleed out my soul in sound, sewing sweet melodies into the air, where they gently gloss over raw wounds, soothingly singing to them. Then I trace the lines of my new scars with a pen and create words for my angst, for my fears and tears and troubles, and find strength and bliss in deluding myself that pain is temporary.
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