#synesthesia
You see the world in black and white.
I see it bathed in waves of light.
Yet both of us still chase the sky—
we’re not that different, you and I.
Your footsteps fall on solid ground.
Mine echo back with shape and sound.
They each have color; I don’t know why—
we’re not that different, you and I.
You laugh when joy comes close to you;
I do the same, in colors too.
We both know love, we both can cry—
we’re not that different, you and I.
So do not turn, don’t call me strange
when I talk of colors and shapes that change.
Beneath it all, the same hearts lie—
we’re not that different, you and I.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
I tried to start a forest fire so bright
But it burned my house last night
Now that my trees have all died
I can not see you
We're livin' in a forest we can't explore
In a lifetime we try to ignore
And I wanna see the whole world
The way that you do
But I need to know if you are real
Cause baby I don't know how to feel
And I cannot control my mind
I scratched out the line
And erased my past
We're livin in a blue-black world.
And you're just a red-orange girl.
We're trying not to be T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D.
And you are just trying
To hide in plain sight.
Cause we're livin' in a red-orange sea.
And I wish you were blue-black like me.
And I can not even swim,
so I'll just be sinkin in
To deep to see you.
I wanna know now if this is real.
I wish that somehow they could heal us.
We cannot be sugary sweet.
It's only you and me
Against all the odds.
So please just hold me tight.
(Hold me tight!)
Maybe even spend the night.
(Spend the night!)
You take my mind off the constant fight and
I can't lose you.
Cause we're livin in a red-orange world.
And I'm just a blue-black girl.
We're trying not to be T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D.
And you are just trying
To hide in plain sight.
Cause we're livin' in a red-orange sea.
And I wish you were blue-black like me.
And I can not even swim,
so I'll just be sinkin in
To deep to see you.
And I know you made a stupid mistake.
They thought I wasn't real and our love was fake.
I tried to stop what I knew would go down.
Now all of our colors mixed around
In the air that we breath.
Because the trees they didn't light themselves.
You held a match up and your candle fell.
There was no reason for you to doubt me.
I was too late though.
My love, I'm so sorry.
We were just livin in a blue-black world.
And you were my red-orange girl.
We were trying not to be so T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D.
And you were trying
To hide in plain sight.
Cause we're livin' in a red-orange sea.
And I wish you were blue-black like me.
(Blue-black like me!)
And I can not even swim,
so I'll just be sinkin in
To deep to see you.
We're livin in a blue-black world.
And you're just a red-orange girl.
(Red-orange girl!)
We're trying not to be T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D.
And you are just trying
To hide in plain sight.
Cause we're livin' in a red-orange sea.
(Red-orange sea!)
And I wish you were blue-black like me.
And I can not even swim,
so I'll just be sinkin in
To deep to see you.
We're living in a colorless world.
Now you're just my plain grey girl.
I tried to stop being so T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D.
And you're just laying in the box where you died.
You'll never know if we were real.
But baby now I know how you feel.
Time has passed, but I won't be alright.
Cause I lost you to the constant fight.
Cause we're livin' in a colorless sea.
And I wish you were still red-orange like me.
You float but I still can not seem to swim.
So I'll just be sinking in
Deep just to see you.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
Hollow
Doesn’t have to be a bad word
Hollow
Doesn’t have to mean “empty”
And “missing”
When I listen
It means there is a container
Wrapped tight
And taut in something warm
The hide of a once wild
and free animal
is now a fate reverberated
as another passionate, wild being
Strikes it
Sparks the potential aflame
Into a sprout of a heartbeat
Or it is
The fog
Once aimless and reaching
Until it finds a lighthouse
Its beam also reaching for it
So when light strikes the micro droplets
Each effervescent molecule
Is lit in the turn of the path
In each passing round
An orchestra plays
That is the word
“Hollow”
To me
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
Teal like aluminum foil,
Bleeding gums, spitting blood
Red as lipstick stains
Left on paper cups of coffee,
Melting the way chocolates do
Cracked knuckles from
Too many seaside winters,
Rich cocoa skin like leather
Mouth filling with soap bubbles,
Teal like synesthesia.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Monday’s are pink
Tuesday’s are red
Wednesday’s are blue
Thursday’s are orange.
Friday’s are green
Saturday’s white
Sunday’s are blue
It’s strange, right?
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
Wretched voice
Boxed so thin
Rubbed-raw noise
Sandpaper skin
Beaten crest
Lasts for years
Naked nest
November tears
The season’s stall
Before the laughs
The worst of all
The ugly path
A sun burned green
I waste away
While they all wait
For bright Friday.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Her name tastes sweet like blue
She looks like crashing waves sound
She crys like the ocean screams
Her happiness is feels like fresh rain
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
Purple is your voice,
Soft as running fingers through groves of lavender—
Gentle on my ears.
Pink is your favourite,
Ironic with your wardrobe being a black hole
As you've called your beautiful mind.
Though it shows,
Your soft giggles
And the heartwarming way you talk to yourself
As you write.
White is our curious relationship,
Occasional exchange of calls online
And open to more.
Like the canvas you paint on.
I'd like to be close.
As my mind is too,
A black hole.
I hope you find curiousity there
As I do find in yours—
Because darkness is an unusual thing
Which pushes people away,
Yet draws them in.
Black are the shadows which follow us,
Darkest in the day,
And hidden in the night.
Yet there lies solace
In the lavender fields.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
I can't remember the first night
after our break-up.
I don't know if I slept peacefully
Or if I had nightmares
Or if I slept at all.
But I can't forget the nights I spent
Next to you,
In the warmth of our embrace
How the pleasant dreams
Would fill our nights
And our feelings
Would fill our hearts
That, I thought, sang the same song.
But now I know we have different colors
Which paint our destinies.
When my baby-blue mixed
With your crimson-red
They made a single dark-pink line
To be the proof of our union.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
Red
Red is Mondays, swirling in a poisoned cloud
Like the aether
Ready to grab my hand
And throw me into the middle of the week
Before I know
What it is exactly that I have touched
And before I am ready as well
Red is apples
Macintosh melancholy
And candle wax galas
Red is an explosion
Of dark magic
Red and black, the perfect duo
Twisting and weaving in their dance
All low notes
And timpani rumbles
And middle C
And like the dueling harmonies
Red is too loud
Too bright
And at the same time
Always present
Always safe
Red is blood
In the same way my emotions are of pearl
Luminescent and shifting
If you see them
Something’s wrong
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
The word is an agitated shade of red, that hides and lurks beneath subdued greys and darker blues. Anger sneaks up behind you, churning and festering with every word spoken until
Snap!
And everything you were concealing is done and gone and out.
It’s out in the open and yet you wish you could take it all back inside
Because the dangerous thing about anger isn’t the slamming doors or the screaming fits,
It’s the broken hinges and hoarse voices,
The words you will never be able to take back,
And the regret that fills every part of your being.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
I see scarlet
When I hear the funeral trumpet
Now she is just a color
I hear Scarlet's cries
The love of my life
Murdered in cold blood
She was my wife
I have synesthesia
I see the blood
Imagining color is easier
For me
The blood has turned cold
But the color is warm
I feel blue when I think of her
And feel much warmer
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
I am watching the grass grow
He said as his eyes turn yellow.
Fog and rain levitate around
Twirling and singing with no sound.
He shuts them up
Liquid thunder
I can't fall in the gap
Being able to breathe never seemed harder.
But crimson orchids grow out of desperation
Spreading their roots over hopes and dreams
In a game of decapitation
The headless boy wins.
And he dances on silent waters
Surrounded by velvet curtains
Broken everywhere by every flower
That told him love hurts.
But water still flows
And my orchids still grow
The liquid thunder stays in
And surrenders to the storm within.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Did you know you sound blue
That I feel yellow when you laugh
That your small hums make the air orange
Did you know your handwriting is pastel
And the way you run your hands through your hair is aqua marine
And the way you walk is every shade of neon
Did you know that when you fidget I see sparks of silver
And your smile is scarlet red
And that when you look at me
I feel violet in my finger tips
Did you know that you are the number 7
Or that I smell amber when I read your name
Or that I can't call you just one,
Because every colour comes to mind
Whenever I think of you
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
When you speak I see cascades of life.
Life and light tend to look the same.
Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water.
When you speak I feel heat.
You have yet to burn me.
You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire yet to blaze.
When you speak I smell salt water.
Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing.
The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately calm surface.
When you speak I taste loneliness.
Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines.
I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering a cold, rusty, metal wall.
When you speak I hear midnight.
You know how to play the silences.
I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating.
Whisper or shout; continue to speak to me.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
I did
I think
But it's been years
Years
Years
When I was not
And I don't remember
quite
What being well
is like
I mean
I mean
I am always well
I am
Always moving
Because an object at rest-
I've said this already
So I'll rest when I'm dead
Or I'll die when I rest
And I'm not ready
yet
I haven't made my mark
yet
I haven't swelled my voice
With the chorus of those
who came before me
yet
I haven't heard that note
One note
In a symphony
The glorious harmony
I
Haven't drawn a breath
and
Heard the empty space
and
Felt the sharp ***** of awe
That the gap
Is for me to fill
Little me
Little
Gap
And that
I think
Holds me here
Roots my feet to the ground
To Earth
Because humans
Are delicate
It would not take so much
To flee this mortal form
But
I am not ready
It is not my time
I am secure
Knowing my days are numbered
Measured out
By One
Who does not lose count
Lose thought
Think
All in the wrong order
At all the times
Which are
Most inopportune
It is my greatest honor
It is my greatest humbling
And anyways
I am well
Well enough to sing
To dance
Well enough for joy
To light its fire
Bursting pyrotechnics
In my chest
Except
Of course
When I am not
Not when my thoughts
Take the wheel
And I am caught in loops
Loops
Loops
"Shape without form
Shade without color"
I drift
In monochromatic waves
Clinging to the memory
And hope of hues
Beyond my mind's walls
I drift
In soft piano melodies
And synesthesia winds my senses
In a great tangle
Melancholy tastes like apple
But un-achored
Only smells like dust
Looping and twirling in the breeze
Over the ocean
Invisible
Under the too-wide sky
Over the too-bright sea
Until it hits city
And the city
Brings it back down
Tears it into a million
Tiny
Fragments
They used to be it
They used to be whole
They were once
But now
Not
And just like that
The conclusion
Brings me down
With a jolt and a bump and a thud
Like a plane
Or the clanking chains
Of a rollarcoaster
My stomach is doing rollarcoaster loops
Loops
Loops
I used to be well-
(i've said that too)
-But sometimes
I am well
Now
And I forget
That with a breath
I can be
Not
It is terrifying
But I am not scared
You know
Part of life
Is living it
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
breathing the turquoise like lavender,
and sipping the blue summer.
bitter cold clouds glide and morph lava lather,
floating whispers cut by sweet pineapple sunshine.
soon, a moment, now
rhythms ripple the sky like skipping stones
we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.
cobalt bass rumbles the earth hungry,
pumps the air with springing spirals
pushing and pulling the senses,
reverberating through cells.
heavy mud humming, stomping
echoes through our atoms dizzy;
balancing tuned body to innate electricity
the fizz of circulating lemonade energy.
we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.
strawberry melodies spilling ribbons,
dolphin leaps of the spaces inbetween beats,
lines of colours overlapping,
colliding, mixing, merging, blending
in with the forest.
washing over souls the life fire sparkles
like a clear water cleansing harmonies,
sound waves crashing against inertia.
phosphorescent glow of re-charged love
for the world, for being, animation
flowing through burnt smoky ashes
of sapphire charcoal skies;
dimmed radiation of chlorophyll emerald days.
the smell of salt, dry bark, fluffy carbon mists,
trembling lights softening the eyes'
grip on outlines, loosening lies.
watching the cycles of patterns
tumbling colours through a mill rotating,
and the silence of listening
when the music comes to an end.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
'Money man' 'money man' where did you go?
It's almost evening now,
Go to the pub.
If the night sky fall on your shoulders now ~you bow.
No halo rich alcohol,
Just a galon of wine
for the night,
With an angel dressed tight,
Money dissappear like dusty stars on extinction,
Money man you're now stretched by a tight spring girl ,
Historys most materialistic tension.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
A struggle through the stretching time.
It was always the dazely soul,
Tiered by the restless mind.
Sweet memories and sour time-
A sorrow movie- a negative projection.
Life is a fine game of perfection.
Sometimes we just have to find-
What is Love, meaning of life,
And creation of gentle salvation.
But life hurts like a cramp,
Yet we walk to prevent starvation.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC