Really and truly, words are one of my favorite things. Words like voracious, increasing, torrential, velocity, or miser all bring a smile to my face. It’s simply astounding what we can convey with a precise smattering of noises.
To that effect, I must admit, I love slam poetry. I desperately want to write love poems and perform spoken word, but I feel constantly eclipsed. People like Shane Koyczan and Rudy Francisco say everything I want to say about love, only better. But I suppose that’s why they’re where they are, and I’m here.
I probably should just write to make myself happy, but I can’t help but feel a crashing wave every time I think of a particular line of theirs, or what I try to write inevitably veers towards what they’ve already written. But I suppose I should try anyway, and see what comes out the other end.
Red is my favorite color…
It’s the exact opposite of my older brother,
who,
true to his calm nature,
loved blue.
I wish you were my favorite color,
bright, vivid, and everywhere in my life,
there to live up my day and curtail any strife.
Without you..the world would be dull…
unimaginative, and hollow.
I’d beg The Giver for every sorrow,
just to keep catching glimpses of you.
I wish you were my favorite color,
the color of pain, of hurt, of anger.
A reminder that love is danger,
danger I’m willing to stare straight in the eyes,
because the thought of your thighs
wrapped around me
and my name on your lips
is what will keep me fighting fear,
and going back for second trips.
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