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Coloring Outside the Lines

by Amanda Carroll (Age: 23)
copyright 02-22-2005


Age Rating: 13 +

Her world was black and white, but now it’s fading gray
She’s fallen once again, with all hope gone astray
Boyfriend is gone; nobody’s home
That’s twice this year she’s left alone
Help will not be coming anytime soon
Lost and confused, locked in her room
With no paint anywhere, she’s a brush that’s tinted red
Trying to free herself, but she’s already dead

For the first time
There’s color in her world
For the first time
Right n’ wrong no longer twirl
For the first time
She tried to bare with every scare
For the first time
Truly no one cares

When you’re about to fall a million miles
Wilted wings cannot save you
Drowning in your own blackened bile
You’ll find that everyone can waive you

Since reality’s so pliable
Any nightmare is possible

When she’s coloring outside the lines again
Rainbows of cerise, like a fountain pen
Red is the only color you’ll need
When you are forgotten and your soul recedes

No one can hear you when you scream inside
All by your lonesome, find some way to abide
Trapped in the dark, forsaken on a shelf
This is the time where you must spare yourself

When you’re about to fall a million miles
Kazaore tsubasa-wa amasani
Drowning in your own blackened bile
Sie finden das jende ohn sie leben kann
Because reality’s so pliable
N'importe quel cauchemar est procurable

For the first time
There’s color in her world
For the first time
Right n’ wrong no longer twirl
For the first time
She tried to bare with every scare
For the first time
She’s the only one who’d care

If you’re coloring outside the lines again
Rainbows of cerise, like a fountain pen
She’s one of the only one’s you could need
When you are forgotten and your soul recedes
She’s crying with you when you scream inside
When you’re all by your lonesome, she’ll help you abide
Trapped in the dark, forsaken on the selves
This is the time when you must spare yourselves






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        12-21-2008     Susan Brown        

My favorite lines here found in the middle: "Since reality's so pliable, any nightmare is possible" this leaves the road wide open for all, to tread, at their own pace. I also enjoyed when it changed languages. That gave this poem a secret, world traveling feel and effect, nice!
Susan

        05-01-2006     Alma Hulbert        

That really touched me. It looked really good. It rhymed well but it seemed that you forced a few. Punctuation would be nice too but it's your poem. Go to go.
Alma H.



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