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your eyes are like fridays,
they're light and like shallow pools
that i can disrupt with the tip of my hand
fridays bend and swirl with the excitement
of tan saturdays that link arms with
white sundays and walk away from the week
when you say my name i hear
a shade of fuchsia push through your lips
and curdle in my hands.
i've never liked my name
because a and m are red, you know
but y is orange and those colours
don't mix well
and neither do i
when you breathe next to me
i can see grey ash float through the air
as if someone is perpetually tapping
their cigarettes over us.
but when you moan it's more than ash
it's the equivalent of
mount vesuvius erupting
the angry sky
meeting the ocean
a surge of blue cloaks my skin
and you make it so easy
to lay back and dream of water
although ambulances screech out
raging red javelins
and the sound of guns shooting
makes me feel that the sky is falling
i know that together
we can find the errors in this place
and smooth them out with our hands
because
holding your hand in mine
i feel that i could
cry turquoise circles and
laugh electric spikes
and
i believe that you and i,
are the greatest shade of yellow love
that the world will ever see
they're light and like shallow pools
that i can disrupt with the tip of my hand
fridays bend and swirl with the excitement
of tan saturdays that link arms with
white sundays and walk away from the week
when you say my name i hear
a shade of fuchsia push through your lips
and curdle in my hands.
i've never liked my name
because a and m are red, you know
but y is orange and those colours
don't mix well
and neither do i
when you breathe next to me
i can see grey ash float through the air
as if someone is perpetually tapping
their cigarettes over us.
but when you moan it's more than ash
it's the equivalent of
mount vesuvius erupting
the angry sky
meeting the ocean
a surge of blue cloaks my skin
and you make it so easy
to lay back and dream of water
although ambulances screech out
raging red javelins
and the sound of guns shooting
makes me feel that the sky is falling
i know that together
we can find the errors in this place
and smooth them out with our hands
because
holding your hand in mine
i feel that i could
cry turquoise circles and
laugh electric spikes
and
i believe that you and i,
are the greatest shade of yellow love
that the world will ever see
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I have synesthesia, um according to the dictionary it means:
a sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.
For me, every letter/number/month/day/year/word/name has a colour. I can tell you what your name *feels* like. They also have movements and textures. For example, my friend Krissi. Her name is olive green, even though is are yellow, they get overpowered by the capital K. Her name is also like a sheet of tissue paper.
I don't know why I think like this and apparently synesthesia isn't all that common, but it feels as natural as any other kind of thought process I have. So... I thought I'd try and explain it.
a sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.
For me, every letter/number/month/day/year/word/name has a colour. I can tell you what your name *feels* like. They also have movements and textures. For example, my friend Krissi. Her name is olive green, even though is are yellow, they get overpowered by the capital K. Her name is also like a sheet of tissue paper.
I don't know why I think like this and apparently synesthesia isn't all that common, but it feels as natural as any other kind of thought process I have. So... I thought I'd try and explain it.
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Oh I absolutely love this It's beautiful. Just curious, but what would you think of my name Viola?