Purple

I came up with the first two lines and the last two lines about two weeks ago. Then, I used them as a prompt and expanded it into a poem. The thing about prompts for poetry is, it doesn't have to be one word. Here is the prompt I came up with: You told him your favorite color, he shrugged and said “okay”. You told me your favorite color and I painted the whole sky with it.........

Autumn.

The love of my life was named Autumn but she hated her name as much as I loved it. “It reminds me of everyone who has died, of everyone who has turned into gold leaves and stars,” she’d say every time I asked her why. In 1992, her parents committed suicide in a Romeo-Juliet fashion. Her mother had never truly loved her fa....

Time stamps.

Here's a little something I wrote. It's about diaries and memories and tragedies. Also, wine. There's also a few tv show references. It starts with this - "Happy stories are like glasses of wine. They don’t last forever unless you have a big bottle hidden somewhere".....

Poetry on her skin.

"1957, one autumn night, she asked me to write poetry on her skin. It was right after I'd kissed her waist and told her how her skin reminded me of paint - of blue seas, white birds, yellow autumn leaves, and red wine, every shade that made her human........."

Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....