Poetry Roundup: The Primary Colors of Being
a letter i wrote in the middle of the night
sometimes i feel you
in the cores of my bones when i wake up in the middle of the night
in the small gusts of wind that roll over my shoulders
in the goosebumps that rise from my arms and spread to my fingertips
sometimes i hear you
in the slow rolls of thunder in during a rainstorm
in the exhales of leaves crunching under my shoes in the fall
in the cheers from a crowd at the homecoming football game
sometimes i see you
in the center of the fireworks that melt into the sky on fourth of july
in the smiles of old friends enjoying the sweetness of reunions
in the ripples of the ocean after the tide rolls out, eager to come back again.
it hurts me
to see you in the corners of the world i have painted for myself
but as for me
i hope you see me
in the eyes of someone who comes to love you after i did
for you deserve to see someone
as i saw you once
The Primary Colors of Being
She is just like you;
She listens to indie music While eating thai food.
She loves poetry and honey And all things that flow smooth.
You will love her more than any other With her passionate heart
That beats like thunder.
Her band tees and ripped open jeans Will have you hooked;
She is every bad girl in every good book.
You will never forget her,
She is the embodiment of the sun cascading through your windows. She dances in her room to old vinyl records
And tears through books like she is searching for an answer.
Her laughter is infectious
With a smile as sweet as whip cream;
She is as ethereal as the flowers she has embroidered on her jeans
These are the colors of being
And they belong to all of me.
A revolving door of personalities
To choose from as a please.
You may worship the color red,
Or dream in blue,
Maybe yellow has become your muse.
But that is the problem you see,
You can not just love one side of me.
I am waiting for an artist that can see right through The monotone color I present to you
And paint me like a sunset.