Colors
YELLOW
Is the color of the city lights
Shimmering, like a mirage only seen in the moon's waking hours
Yellow
Is the color of the rising sun
Disrupting their reverie
Yellow
Is the color of their skin
A sickly, torpid pallor after late nights
They are all yellow
These late night thinkers
Trapped in their land of existentialism
Trying to escape their own minds
BLUE
Was the color of his eyes
Seemingly deep and bright
Blue
Is the sky no longer
Dulled instead by grey and healed by a shade lighter than the clouds
Blue
Is the color of his eyes
No longer tranquil as the sky
But wild as the stormy sea
Never again to mean the same
BLACK
Was the color of their nails
Matching clothes and painted faces
Black
Was the color of their hearts
Not because of a darkness within
But because of the walls
Painted black and put up to hide behind
After M.C. Escher's "Bond of Union"
We're drifting apart
But still intertwined
And our broken hearts
Will soon unwind, if only to leave us undefined
Faded eyes
And weary smiles
Something about the lies
And all of these trials have dragged us for miles
Broken down
Like that old and rusted car
Our shattered parts all hit the ground
It feels so far and yet it doesn't seem to scar
Set adrift
Like a bubble in the air
We budge and we shift
Can't even care that life isn't fair
I don't recognize
Who that is in the mirror
And I don't recognize
The face that is near; it's become so unclear
But perhaps it's not so simple
We're not as broken as we thought
After all we have each other
And we are not all frayed and frought
Because we have each other
And I love you
Poem Beginning With a Line From Modest Mouse's Float On
Don't worry, even if things end up a bit too heavy
We'll all float on alright
Some have touched the ground
Some are still in the air
And yet it is here we've lost our minds
Set adrift like a ship at sea
The wind pushes us back and forth like waves against the hull
Stomachs churn like the turmoil below
We may touch the ground
Come back to Earth
For what goes up
Must come down
Please just let me fall into your arms
Like a tattered parachute
Caught in the branches of a tree
Fabric pierced and shredded
Like a heart that hoped too long
And laying limply up above
So I can't come back down
No I can't touch the dirt
Like a marionette I hang
Or a man in the gallows
No matter how much I try to break
I find I still have strings on me
Tethering me to this tree of mine
But how can I blame this stupid parachute
When I'm the one who jumped?
And how can I blame the pilot?
After all I climbed aboard.
No it doesn't matter where you took me.
I'm the one who jumped.
I just thought I'd see you at the bottom.
Now all that there is left to do
Is just
To float on.
Salted Caramel Ice Cream
We sat on the floor
Of the old and musty dorm room
A blanket laid down
As a cushion
Sticky hands
And sticky lips combine
With sugary giggles
And music
And then we found
We could simply glance
To each other
And know exactly what the other was thinking
It was then I found
You can fall in love
Without ever thinking
Romantically
After all,
It's a little hard
To not be close
When you stay up and talk
And listen to music
And laugh together…
And suddenly you find you've become best friends