PAINTING is, well, a very self explanatory poem I would say. It wasn't inspired by anything in particular, I simply drew from several memories, old and new. One thing I did with this one though was incorporate things I enjoy or like into the poem: I love Art (drawing and painting), Geography is my favorite subject although that's beginning to change, London is my #2 favorite city (#1 is Lagos!!), I simply adore Frank Ocean, his voice and his lyrics, and finally, I mentioned Zombie Boy in the poem who I find mesmerizing and brilliant for some reason. Enjoy.
We are painting this picture
Together.
Two talented artists,
We are painting it breathlessly
And thoughtlessly
Although we have only just learned how to hold the paintbrush
Straight
Like arrows stretched out from cupid's bow,
Pointed directly at us
Urging us to love one another
Recklessly
Like our hearts collided the first time our eyes met
And have since
Been too busy getting drunk on love to notice the traffic lights
Because it feels too right to be anything but green
Which is why sometimes I forget myself
In you
Mentally;
It’s almost like thoughts of you go beyond my mind and flow through my entire body
like they replaced my blood so that I can finally feel
Alive
And I do
When we are together
Singing along to Frank Ocean,
My voice crawling its way from your ear into your soul because I want you to understand mine
Sees beyond the present too
“Do you not think so far ahead?”
Because I had always said to love, “never”
But you,
You make it all right
For my heart to beat through my palms as they lay on yours,
Perspiring
And my fingers intertwine with yours
Like they were shy teenagers experiencing the depths of a love affair.
And you,
You make it all right
For my mind to dance to Spanish music while travelling through Turkey and Bombay
Splitting my focus from my 1000-word Geography essay
That somehow
Can’t find its way onto the blank piece of paper from London
Where we shared our first kiss
And purged on love poems
Because our tongues,
they danced so beautifully together
It was difficult not to write
On the crisp white sheets how we felt
And how our brains are so exhausted they send out mixed signals
So that the Oxford Dictionary would have to include more words to enable us articulate how we feel
Because love is mind-blowing
And love IS blind
That’s why the butterflies in my stomach stay confused because they are too young to know their way around
Just as we are too young to say we have found
Love,
But I swear it feels like God just showed me the last piece to my puzzled life
And then like baby steps,
Walked this through to its rightful place just to remind me that there was something I had been missing all along
And He doesn’t make mistakes.
So can you love me?
Like I was a Sunday morning sermon the pastor told you to hold on to
But unlike that, can I remain that way?
Tattooed on your skull like you were dressed as Zombie boy for Halloween.
Cause I do love you
And I’m ignoring all the safety precautions on this unfamiliar highway because I’m tired of feeling low
And intoxicated
By the glue I have used countless times to place the thousand pieces together again as one heart,
Into thinking I had no reason to feel beautiful
Or confident
Or loved.
So let’s just keep painting,
Keeping in mind that we never have to look back because standing before us is something amazing,
And breathtakingly wonderful;
We can call it “Happiness”.
Two talented artists,
We are painting it breathlessly
And thoughtlessly
Although we have only just learned how to hold the paintbrush
Straight
Like arrows stretched out from cupid's bow,
Pointed directly at us
Urging us to love one another
Recklessly
Like our hearts collided the first time our eyes met
And have since
Been too busy getting drunk on love to notice the traffic lights
Because it feels too right to be anything but green
Which is why sometimes I forget myself
In you
Mentally;
It’s almost like thoughts of you go beyond my mind and flow through my entire body
like they replaced my blood so that I can finally feel
Alive
And I do
When we are together
Singing along to Frank Ocean,
My voice crawling its way from your ear into your soul because I want you to understand mine
Sees beyond the present too
“Do you not think so far ahead?”
Because I had always said to love, “never”
But you,
You make it all right
For my heart to beat through my palms as they lay on yours,
Perspiring
And my fingers intertwine with yours
Like they were shy teenagers experiencing the depths of a love affair.
And you,
You make it all right
For my mind to dance to Spanish music while travelling through Turkey and Bombay
Splitting my focus from my 1000-word Geography essay
That somehow
Can’t find its way onto the blank piece of paper from London
Where we shared our first kiss
And purged on love poems
Because our tongues,
they danced so beautifully together
It was difficult not to write
On the crisp white sheets how we felt
And how our brains are so exhausted they send out mixed signals
So that the Oxford Dictionary would have to include more words to enable us articulate how we feel
Because love is mind-blowing
And love IS blind
That’s why the butterflies in my stomach stay confused because they are too young to know their way around
Just as we are too young to say we have found
Love,
But I swear it feels like God just showed me the last piece to my puzzled life
And then like baby steps,
Walked this through to its rightful place just to remind me that there was something I had been missing all along
And He doesn’t make mistakes.
So can you love me?
Like I was a Sunday morning sermon the pastor told you to hold on to
But unlike that, can I remain that way?
Tattooed on your skull like you were dressed as Zombie boy for Halloween.
Cause I do love you
And I’m ignoring all the safety precautions on this unfamiliar highway because I’m tired of feeling low
And intoxicated
By the glue I have used countless times to place the thousand pieces together again as one heart,
Into thinking I had no reason to feel beautiful
Or confident
Or loved.
So let’s just keep painting,
Keeping in mind that we never have to look back because standing before us is something amazing,
And breathtakingly wonderful;
We can call it “Happiness”.
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