procrastination at its finest

Maybe we're being self-centered, but let's admit it, you've been dying for a new post. Well, sorry guys, we just haven't had time lately (you can blame certain teachers; we won't tell you their names). However, here's what you should be looking forward to in the near future: 1. a post about the Williamson County Slam (shout out to Jordan Webb for representing FHS and taking home first place!) 2. a post about the open mics that have been happening at The Coffee House on 2nd and Bridge in Downtown Franklin 3. some original pieces 4. more featured artists.

Again, we apologize for not keeping up with regular posts. Unfortunately we're busy trying to figure out how to be independent almost-adults, and apparently doing things you enjoy doesn't play a huge role in "grown up" life. Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago to (hopefully) curb your annoyance at us.

will you be my color wheel?

will you let me feel

the monochromatic certainty

in your fingernails?

let me sing to you

in paint and silence

my skin screams for

your gamma rays

shut the silver into my soul

let me be black and blue

for you

those eyelashes rip

me in two

I'm shredded

by the orange hues

Emitted by my love for you

Forever is a minute too

Short for me to prove

How long this eon is

I'd throw a mountain top

Or climb into the valleys of your eyes

Gratefully, thankfully

Anoint me in the oil paint of our harmony

Quit harming me with your denial

Stop charming me with the revival

Of my senses every time

I lay an eye on you

I cry

My tears are wetter than the dead sea

Because I'm alive

Every time you vilify me

My soul becomes  a valley filled with charcoal pencils

I can't resist you

The watercolor of your adoration stains

The paper of my skin

A mark of our pigmented sin

Freedom screaming from within

Perpetual

a ritual

Of dismissal

You're a missile

Destroying the isle

Of my isolation

An atomic explosion

An artistic implosion

You are my constant convulsion.