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What is it, but the salt spray on your face as your fingers trail along the surface of the water? The waves crashing on the rocks and sending mist swirling around you. The sky overhead, painted with the same beauty as the water that loomed before you. Spanning out for miles, you see no break in the atmosphere. Hesitantly, you let your feet skim over the now gentle waves, the clouds parting overhead to reveal the sand and sea-life darting around in the pool of color.
You slip down into the water, shivering when it rises up to your waist. It is cold in itself, portrayed only through the tangent substance that is the ocean. You sigh and feel the tide is going back out as quickly as it had come. You lay down gently on the water, your pale body floating along the surface. Ripples span out from every small movement, making different shapes and splashing against the rocks.
The ocean tugs on you, pulling you through lighter spans of seawater. A tint of darkness stretches along the shore of sun-kissed light as you are pulled out deeper. You can feel the warmth on the surface, the rest of your body submerged and cold. Your eyes crack open and you glance up at the sky, the smell of the cool ocean breeze filling your nose and the sound of the water lapping gently in your ear.
A mirror image of the water is what you find in the sky. Lighter still was the sky, a canvas for the sun’s rays to color as it pleases. Your eyes wander over the dipping shades, puffy clouds cutting through the many hues stroking through the afternoon sky. Lazily, you stretch out farther, fingertips twitching slightly as more of the water slipped through your fingers.
Deep, it spanned below you. From the light of the sky, you find its opposite. Below you, you can feel the tides being pulled and the currents running below you. Where the light of the sun failed to reach, the colors began to spiral down the deeper you went. You pull yourself out of your float, suck in a deep breath, and submerge your face.
Shivering slightly, you dive down farther. Smooth is the liquid that curls around you as you push yourself through it. The light above you begins to disappear and you find your eyes focusing more on what is in front of you, your eyesight unable to see farther. You notice how just one area of water differs from another, the scales of fish bouncing different colors around in front of you. Still, you are overcome by the vastness of that one cold color, darker now that the sun’s rays cannot warm it.
Dots dance across your vision and you find yourself short of air. The pressure of the ocean suddenly becomes aware to you. Unforgiving, desolate, and lurid are the words that worm their way into your mind and seem to dance in the very place you gave their name. You kick through the water and feel a faint flare of hope as you rise to the surface. You break free of the dark tendrils that cling to you, threatening to drag you down. Taking in a few gasping breaths, you open your eyes. Around you, the calm unthreatening surface lay. Above you, the leisure strokes painted in the sky. Below, you know there are the dark revelations of the water, explored only by a courageous few.
The riptide had pulled you nearer to shore and for that, you are thankful. Sodden and tired, you trudge your way through the murky depths and collapse onto the sand. Though exhausted and strained of the mind, you find yourself smiling. You force yourself to sit up and look back out to the water. The sun’s reflection shimmered over the surface of the water, giving it a light spark. You sigh when you picture the inky depths below and glance back up to the gleeful canvas of the sky above. Finally, you decide to set your gaze straight. In that one view, you see everything as it should be.
By shadowfax
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Sunset: that's when they met,standing in a field, two strangers to eachother. The sky a color of summertime daisies and autumn leaves. The girl, a naive twenty-year old was running from her family, who were too demanding. They knew nothing of love, only money and its control. The boy, smart, loyal, individiual was running also from his family. They cared too little for him, not even calling when they heard he would be drafted in the military. Now it was 2 years later, and he was free, although he had changed: in a world full of love, he only knew hate. hunger. despair. Until he saw the girl, standing, back towards the sun. She was singing a song so lovely it could touch a murderer's cold, icy heart. Too much love in her soul, she had to let it go. He never knew such a thing could exist, and in wonder, he watched her sing. Minutes, then hours went by, until she finally turned around and reached for him. His cold, icy hands took hers; so opposite, so loving, forgiving, and strong. How had he lived for so long without this feeling? And there they stood like that, until finally, finally, he opened up and sang; singing loudly for the world to hear, hear him sing his feelings about his life and how he would not take it any longer. These two, totally different, opposite, but both needing each-other held hands and talked. Talked about their feelings, dreams, and hopes, until it was finally night, and the stars came out and glistened; glistened like the morning sunshine coming through a window or of sand at the beach, swaying ever so lightly under the current. Funny how one color can change so much.
By autumnleaves
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A single cabbage-white butterfly fluttered aimlessly through the overgrown garden, where weeds dominated the scene and most wildlife had left, leaving it with an empty, deserted feel and look.
But as the butterfly moved, as softly as a feather, the garden seemed to radiate peace and beauty like it had never done before. A daisy that was never noticed sat amongst the not so overgrown emerald, dew-sprinkled grass. The sun let in shafts of light through the magnificent trees. The flowers on the hedges and bushes surrounding the garden could now be seen - rose red, baby blue, indigo and many more colours.
Oh, what a difference a single butterfly could make.
By Toothpaste
What colour is love? The colour of your heart, which supposedly is the symbol of your desire?
Is it the colour of the moon, or the sun?
Is it bright, dull,
Dark, or light?
Is love the same colour as the lips of your loved one,
Or the colour of their eyes?
Is love ever defined as a colour?
I think so.
By supernovastar
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I was and still am the weakling,
The one they called the Runt.
Small, helpless, fool.
Stupid, unworthy, failure.
I was the one who never opened up,
The one who never learned to fly.
I was the freak, the ugly Thing,
An outcast in my own tribe.
Destroyed by a childhood illness,
My body never adapted.
I never grew the muscles I needed.
Never learned how to spread my wings.
My soul was bound to the Earth,
Tied to the trees and the grass.
The bubbling streams and the forest,
The rocks and the soil.
They would never know the feeling of solid ground
Beneath your feet.
The gentle touch of a silky moth,
Or the quiet peace of a moon-lit stroll.
The colours of life,
The mist blanketing the forest.
Dewdrops sparkling in the wee hours,
The soft soft grass tickling your nose
Flashes of sunlight,
Unfurling buds,
Gentle gurgle of water
Running over the pebbles.
This is where I belong.
By timberwolf97
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My love for you has no limits,
Unbounded and everlasting.
It seeps across the sky at dusk,
fills fruit with ripeness, allows
That final juicy bite, teeth sinking into sweetness.
And controls the stark contrast between
The skin and the fruit of an apple,
Crisp and crunchy, cool and soothing.
My love for you, my dear,
Is strong, an unbroken bond between
Family. Blood ties people together
As it tears them apart.
My love for you is no match for the heat of battle,
Shouting and screaming, bloodlust and revenge.
It outlasts them all, consuming hate,
Transforming it into protection, a blanket
Of safe. Turning it to joy, energy, enthusiasm,
Turning it to love.
By SeaDragon
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A rushing river of mixed emotions, filled with wonder beyond compare. Depression crahes into joy. Fear unties with faith. Softness blends with seriousness. Confidence and stability flow gently beside one another, while productivity and relaxtion collide fiercely upon sight of each other. Together, the the various meanings form a dynamic waterfall of wisdom and truth, falling down to a lake of tranquility, calmness, loyalty and contentment.
By Trancegirl
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It's the color that comes
When you're feeling down
Or sometimes the color
That falls from the clouds.
In clear, sunny skies
It is dazzling and bright,
But it darkens and thickens
As day drifts into night
The color of freedom,
A symbol of hope
And desribing wonders
Of which cannot be spoke.
By Trancegirl