Highschool Assignment 2002 Poetry and Short Story

[tullymachine]

Roses are Red,
Now shriveled into Black.
My heart once soft and Pink,
Now cold and Platinum.
My feeling of Blue,
While watching the snowfall, White.

With my two fists I puncture my walls of White,
My anger and fury turn my face to Red,
I cry tears of the clearest Blue,
My arms covered in bruises resembling the color Black.
Scratched and bruised are my fists of Platinum,
My face no longer pretty and Pink.

I get out of my bed of Pink,
The pills I take are opaque White.
I see my reflection in a razor made of Platinum,
Reveled to me- the true color of my blood- the deepest Red.
My vision turns to Black.
Underneath the surface my blood no longer flows-in my veins a color Blue.

Sewn up are my eyes of Blue,
Already the dead rose I grip in my hands turns to a dry colored Pink,
Only to decay to Black.
My sheets of White,
Are no longer stained Red.
I now rest in a box of Platinum.

Never again shall I drink the water-rich with the flavor of Platinum,
Or envision the beautiful skies of Blue.
Where leaves fall on me Red,
And the flowers are still Pink,
Where there are puffy clouds of White,
And at night the sky is Black.

Through those years of Black,
I try to remember as hard as Platinum.
The calendar of White,
Forgetting the memories of Blue,
But not the ones of Pink,
Marked with X's of Red.

Wearing a Black rusted ring of Platinum,
I smile with a fake blush of Pink and Red,
Because my skin of White no longer shows the discolored bruises of Blue.