Opening Up

Composed 9/16/13
Description: n/a

As a dancer
It’s not strange to hold hands
Or get whisked around in another’s arms
But when was the last time
I really felt skin or
Noticed the vibrant blue veins
That flex with the pressure of your grip?

Have I ever really looked
Into your eyes?
Have I ever been awake
In your presence?
How could I have slept
Under the pressure of your gaze
Purple, piercing,
Into my mind?

But now I dance in green rain
Cold and breathing for the first time
Eyes open and fixed
As cords wrap around our fingers
And take root in our souls

As my spine straightens
And I choke on blue
I could fall for anyone
Maybe even you


Composed 5/15/13
Description: A personal piece based on recent events and revelations. I ended up experimenting a little more with symbolism in this one. It will be interesting to see what you all think of it!

I sit next to my cinnamon tornado
Less thunderous now that I’m not coating him
In my usual mix of hot and cold
Though the console’s stockpile of
Fragrant tobacco might be
The origin of his placid breeze

We’re separated by all that
Evidenced by his words
Like agnostic and don’t give a shit
And drunk
And though cinnamon is fine
In small doses
I know I could never tolerate a mouthful

But through all that smoke
Between us
I still see him
Depression and laughter and
Brilliance and madness
All that debris
Twisting around inside him

Perhaps, come winter,
There will be less tobacco
Less wind
Less cinnamon
Less smoke


Composed 4/1/13
Description: A personal piece. It’s a bit strange, actually. I wrote this before knowing the whole story, and it turned out to describe the situation perfectly, even before I knew all the details.

I want to be the ray of light
That cuts through this dark room
To guide you when your way is lost
And the air is thick with gloom

When this room feels empty
And cold and lonely too
Don’t forget that I’ll be there
To warm and comfort you

And when you, by your own strength,
Pass by a lit window
And see the stunning beauty that you thought you’d never know
I want to be there to hold your hand
And whisper in your ear
And say that the same warming glow
Is in this room, my dear
All you need to find that switch
Is to keep moving on
To have faith that this switch is here
Even when you think it’s gone

Now I don’t know where that switch is
In this big dark room
But I’ll be here to shine the light
To help you find it soon
And if you don’t want my help
I’ll nod and fall behind
But I won’t leave; I NEVER WILL
Until you find that shine.