I remember her face,
clutching her glasses case.
Black as the clouds in the sky,
I left as I watched her cry.
I wiped away my tears,
as the car shifted gears.
We were on the highway,
On a rainy summer day.
As I looked back,
my world went black.
I was in the Lair of my school, on the volleyball court, waiting for my friend April to come out of the locker room. I was standing there impatiently yelling her name, when she finally came out. she was wearing her black shorts and P.E. shirt. She had the volleyball in her hand. this meant we were going to play volleytennis. I love to play volleytennis. It is so much more fun than volleyball. Then the rest of the teams came out and we began. We were doing good, my team was winning. Then I was going for the ball, and ran SMACK into the net. I fell down and blushed a deep red before I stood up. For the rest of the game whenever somebody smiled in my direction I thought they were making fun of me. It was not a good game. But I did finally get over it. I realized that worrying over what other people think was pointless and stupid. The next game I was ready and eager to play.
Black is the color of the night sky,
or maybe the pupils in your eye.
Either way, black is the color of depression,
when you’re stating a dark confession.
Black is the color of a bear
when you’re being attacked and gasping for air.
It may also be the color of your pen’s ink,
when you’re at your desk and you can’t think.
Black is the color of fear,
where a scream is all you hear.
Black is the color of a broken heart
when all you wish is to restart.
Red is the color of my flood
also the color of my blood
This is also the color of my laces
also the color of the places
This is the color when I’m mad
also the color when I’m bad
Red is the color of my eye
also the color when I’m shy
This is also the color of that flag
also the color of that bag