If possible, I would've attached this song to this entry: http://tinyurl.com/28lzch

This is the color of freedom.

Flowing proudly, for infinity.

Endless shades and types.

 This is the color of the ocean.

Waves, strong and proud.

The whiff of sea-salt, the splash of foam.

Fishing, till the sun sets.

This is the color of the sky.

Clouds, floating senselessly.

Sunshine, dancing.

This is the color of darkness.

Coldness, uncaring.

Sadness, depression.

This is the color of the ocean.

Murderous tsunamis.

Drowning whirlpools.

Hurricanes.

Ghosts of sunken ships, wandering endlessly along the bottom of the sea.

This is the color of the sky.

Flooding rain.

Thundering crashes.

Clouds darkening.

This is the color of calmness.

This is the color of soothing.

The color of tranquility.

The color of serenity.

This is the color of inner peace. 

The color of relief.

The color of wind whistling in your ears.

The color of ease,

Reassuring you that everything will be okay.

It will turn out fine in the end.

So have no worries.

 P.S. Hanuka Matata.

 When my time does come, child of mine,
No matter the distance, our souls are twined.
I'll always be there.

This is the color of hope.

It brings the new day light,

and the darkness bright.

A world of sunshine

That makes things grow

 So special it seperates the day from night.

To some, a dandelion in the breeze,

A goldfish swimming in a pool,

or even the leaves in the fall.

Everyone sees it

And feels it on their skin,

that light burn after hours on the beach

But it isn't just sunshine,

or nature, or leaves,

not just a bunch of pigments,

because it is not just one thing,

but everything that begins,

because sunshine makes the planet grow

the green trees, and blue waves,

 from the explostion of light that made the universe.

it is the color of new begginings

Well...pretty bad, but worth a shot.

Good job on everyone who entered!

Ooh, this will be fun to judge.

Good luck everyone, great entries.

It's..... Catman! (>^-.-^<)

(This was a bump)

This color jays are the great kinds of birds.

This color jays fly in the this colored sky.

People sing the nice, calming this color when they get lonly.

Now, guess what my color is???? =P

My entry. Note: I am a mediocre artist at best, and the picture is really only to compliment the text. Done on white paper, with black paint.

 Sorry if the entry's a little sad. Its about my mum, who died a year ago, of liver failure. Her eyes were green.

My mother's eyes
were windows to somewhere else entirely.
Within her loving gaze was the kind of place
where the grass blew lazily for miles,
not a single tree to break the skyline.
They were the first things I saw, and they taught me what forever
felt like.
Those vast plains held all the depth of a mother's all consuming love,
along with the quiet pain that she vowed to never let me feel.
I realized, when the end was near,
that the very worst thing was those eyes closing for the last time.
I realized
that even though those baby worlds were drowning
in oceans of sickly yellow,
that my mother's eyes
were God's eyes too.
So when I said goodbye, I whispered to her
that I finally knew why she was always looking out the window.
I told her that the place she was looking for,
Heaven,
was already inside of her.
And she smiled.

Here is my entry:

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C: I'll enter <3

Entering for blue.

Here I am. In your favourite cotton blouse. Feel the rich texture, so silky smooth underneath your fingertips. I am there. Look up at the sky, and see me, no matter the time of day.
People call me midnight, people call me ocean, people call me robin egg.

But I am much more than that. For once in my life, I've found someone who can truly understand my very fears-- that I will be known as objects, as ideas, nothing more.
Nobody but they notice what I am-- me, not the sky, not the ocean, not the robin egg. Nothing like that.
My sibling, who shines brighter than the sunset's richest hues, who is more subtle than the brush of colour you hold under your nose to sniff-- she truly understands me, understands my need to be known for who I am. Who I want to be.

Who said I couldn't be more than what people think of me as? 

She'd always been beautiful. Luxurious. Royal. She wore nothing but long, flowy dresses. She smoked simply because it made her look dark and attractive without being too straightforward like her mother was. She didn't want romance - she just wanted people to worship her like a queen. Like some kind of goddess.

Not surprisingly, they did.

Even when we were kids, people would compliment her on her looks. She wasn't just cute, like all the other kids - she was downright gorgeous. Honestly, it was daunting. I really don't know how we became friends. I may have been popular and charismatic back then, but she was completely out of my league. If she'd wanted to, she could have easily swept the country as a child actress.

That is, if she'd wanted to.

Behind that pretty face was a ram. A stubborn ram. No one ever noticed it, she was so calm, but I could tell. No matter how quiet she was, she never did a thing that didn't follow exactly what she wanted. Her parents did try to get her out there to be an actress once. Of course she didn't do it. She was too sophisticated. Acting was a thing someone with a brighter personality, like me, would do. Something for people who needed the publicity in order to get the attention.

Neither came even close to describing her.

So, she told her parents no. When she recited the story for me later, she said it in the gentlest voice you can imagine. Just.. no. Simple and sweet. They couldn't have argued with her, even if they tried. She went as far as staying in her room for the next week, just in case they tried to take her for any auditions. She was patient. Persistent.

She was flawless.

Yes, I'll admit it. I fell for her just as hard as everyone else did. Of course I was always happy, but somehow this perfect girl made me even happier. There wasn't a single thing wrong with her. She never made a mistake. She never outright hurt anyone. In high school, I even tried asking her out. I was an idiot. I should have known I didn't have a chance. No one did. She was just on too high a pedestal for anyone to reach.

This.. is how we get to today.

Today I find myself a completely different person. A person with a knife in his hand and not a thought of happiness in his head. Today I find myself towering above my oldest and best friend. Above a goddess. I didn't do it because she denied me. I didn't do it because I was jealous. I did it because it had to be done.

That pedestal was just too damned hypnotic.