Old poems I meant to put up...Pt.2(13 & 14)
She's brown and wide thigh-ed
dinner plate African eyes,
and fleshy teeth.
Yeah, I see why you'd
dig...
her garden.
She's a pear, ripe for the taking
if you excuse my expression.
And I am a banana
Just ripe.
I am not jealous,
I am not.
It's just your leers
that fork my tongue...
We met in a silent movie
trapped in four corners
Our vocal cords frozen
and placed on a mantel, faraway
The gray scale smudged us together.
You know how adults always tell us
that we can be whatever we want
I don't think you used to believe that
then
Now it is different
You've pulled away your black veil
and finally see the colors
I'm waving a white flag furiously
like a matador
so you'll slow down
Why can't we wear red
to weddings?
It bleeds our passion, our life
You simply shrug
I guess I'm funny like that
I'm always dreaming
I'm just too silly for my own good
that's what they say
Dreams are like a blank canvas
Sometimes I want to throw down
my paint brush in frustration
But you pick it up
and hand it back to me
"If you can't have clear skies
put up a blue umbrella!"
We grow together like ivy
stretching and shadowing over each other
until we become a blurry green mass
I remember orange sunsets in the mall's parking lot
the tears I held away from both him and you
those moments were always bittersweet for me
"It's all a part of growing up."
Well, I don't want to grow up
I'm fine where I'm at
dipped and dyed in the deepest of you
Forever an indigo child
Yellow is for attention seekers
I'd rather be safe
unnoticed
next to you
I want to have a quirky way of doing things
like picking the petals of violets
Does he love me?
Our paints splatter against each other
mixing
morphing
Becoming colors no one can recognize .
dinner plate African eyes,
and fleshy teeth.
Yeah, I see why you'd
dig...
her garden.
She's a pear, ripe for the taking
if you excuse my expression.
And I am a banana
Just ripe.
I am not jealous,
I am not.
It's just your leers
that fork my tongue...
We met in a silent movie
trapped in four corners
Our vocal cords frozen
and placed on a mantel, faraway
The gray scale smudged us together.
You know how adults always tell us
that we can be whatever we want
I don't think you used to believe that
then
Now it is different
You've pulled away your black veil
and finally see the colors
I'm waving a white flag furiously
like a matador
so you'll slow down
Why can't we wear red
to weddings?
It bleeds our passion, our life
You simply shrug
I guess I'm funny like that
I'm always dreaming
I'm just too silly for my own good
that's what they say
Dreams are like a blank canvas
Sometimes I want to throw down
my paint brush in frustration
But you pick it up
and hand it back to me
"If you can't have clear skies
put up a blue umbrella!"
We grow together like ivy
stretching and shadowing over each other
until we become a blurry green mass
I remember orange sunsets in the mall's parking lot
the tears I held away from both him and you
those moments were always bittersweet for me
"It's all a part of growing up."
Well, I don't want to grow up
I'm fine where I'm at
dipped and dyed in the deepest of you
Forever an indigo child
Yellow is for attention seekers
I'd rather be safe
unnoticed
next to you
I want to have a quirky way of doing things
like picking the petals of violets
Does he love me?
Our paints splatter against each other
mixing
morphing
Becoming colors no one can recognize .