my slam and you

My Slam

To teach yourself color is to associate your personal emotions with the gradients and shades all around you.

To be one of those proud, unique few

To each your self color and learn creativity from a new point of view

breaking the mold with every tint and hue

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To not know red as red, or blue as blue

But to see this earth as a created entity speaking to you

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Red as passion,

to lose the ration - ality

to finally see

the calm blues

to finally choose

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for ourselves

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whether colors can be accurately described by brushes, art classes, textbooks

or to choose that a color is much more than just it's looks,

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but they, these colors, they are

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emotion-filled entities

simply lent to you and to me

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*for the purpose of descrbing ourselves,*

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[or the other ending I wrote:]

*by the one and only God,
such a gift that I am too in shock to lift my hands and applaud*

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I couldn't decide which ending to go with, they both sound alright to me.

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You

I can draw the sea,

(try to) chalk draw sunsets,

and write about the most gorgeous things on this earth,

but no matter how hard I try I cannot define you.

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Your beauty is so different, so unique to me

that just writing about how different you are,

is making it near impossible for this poem to rhyme

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So I will just try to type freely about how you make me free

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This thing about you that I cannot describe inspires me to write more,

something no one has ever done for me before

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Your smile, eyes, touch, and presence*, my words are gone,

your more gorgeous than anyone I have ever met, even without your makeup on.

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Your personality, just surprises me, everytime I see you I never think I could like you more

but the next time we meet face to face, reality changes my life as I know it and....

...poof.....

I like you even more than before

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Your creativity makes me wish I could see the world like you see it,

almost as much as I wish I could simply describe you

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hmmm, this didn't even come close to descrbing you...

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just being with you:

it is like my top 5 favorite songs playing in my head at the same time,

like the taste of watermelon

like a chill up and down my back

like sitting at the edge of my seat at the end of a movie I have already seen a thousand times

like, completeness

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hmmm...still not even close, but closer than before, when I can describe you more I will try to blog again.

eh, whatever

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*Presence:

Not only am I unsure of whether I spelled this word right,

but along with all of those feelings I kinda get light-headed around her presence; Readers, should I like, see a doctor or something?