Colorful Reef (Color Prose)

As the bright sun rays penetrate the crystal clear, shimmering reef,
The surface glistened and sparkled.
I dived in, admiring the colorful reef.
Mesmerized as the anemone danced hand in hand with the waves.

The Art of Being Yourself~!

Why should you care what people say about you?
Would it be relevant ten years from now?
Don't you let people tell you how to act,
If that's not who you are.
Embrace yourself.
Love yourself.
Afraid of people finding you quite strange?
Maybe they think you have a loose wire.
Well, don't worry!
Their opinion doesn't matter.
What matters is what you think of yourself.
Love yourself.
Its as easy as 1,2,3.
Be yourself.
Do you want your friends to love you for what you're not,
And hate you for who you are?
You can find people like yourself by being yourself.
No more trying to fit in.
The Art of Being Yourself.
Its quite great, isn't it?
Ignore what everybody says!
Learn to love yourself first,
Before someone else can learn to love you.

Numbers

You're running, scrambling for your life.
You open your eyes, tears and sweat streaming down your fae.
The clock struck 7:00 AM
You roll out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom mirror.
You stare for awhile, remembering your nightmare, unsure of reality.
You snatch your bag and storm out of the house.
You're taken back by the sight you see.
Numbers.
Numbers danced above every head.
Yet, everybody seemed so calm, moving on with their life.
Mesmerized by the numbers, you miss your buff.
"What are these numbers?" you ponder.
You start to shake as your eyes widen.
TIMER.

You collect yourself and keep walking.
You see red, blinking numbers.
The timer strikes zero and the body hits the ground.
Somebody has taken their last breath.
You've seen enough.
You scurried home and stood in front of your mirror.
You see the numbers 16hr:18min taunting you.
You scream, "NOOO!!!!!!!"
..................................................................

You wake up.
Rushed to the mirror.
No more numbers.
You thought what you would do and say in 16 hr: 18 min.
What would you do in less than a day?
NUMBERS.

Imprisoned In A Mirror

The artist inside me is imprisoned in a mirror.
She is cursed to recreate what is in front of her.
The mirror that she is imprisoned in...
Is a looking glass, your eye.
She remembers everything you over looked.
Storing them away only to pull them back up
When you're on the verge of sleeping
She is imprisoned in a mirror.
She sees what you see, but she sees it clearer.
She yearns to break out.
Explore the world herself.
Let her out!