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You told me years ago that you wanted to bring the
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word “orgasmic” into everyday conversation, like
“this food is—” “that take was—” “you’re looking—”
don’t.
You think you color outside the lines, like anarchy
exists to create instead of tear people down, like we
have to take out all that is to see what could be, and
I think of the argument I had with a roommate my
sophomore year of college, her arguments that a
world with no gender at all is possible, her argument
that my identity was putting me in a box (I’m a color-
ing sheet, I guess, same outline, different inside,) and
we went back and forth for hours, how boxes are not
bad, it’s the impulse to put everything in them, like
okay, I’d like to see you move houses carrying your
books one by one, like
okay, I’d like to see you describe the world without
shapes and colors and numbers, but that doesn’t
mean they can’t bend, it doesn’t matter if not every-
one is naturally flexible, that’s what stretching is
for,
and I think of the coloring books in my desk drawer,
unfilled, unfulfilled, but maybe that doesn’t mean
failure, don’t you see? Maybe it just means potential.
If you think you are different, special, you are just
making a new box,
because we are all the same, and how beautiful is
that, how glorious, how orgasmic? Like everyone
is special so what’s the use of another box? No one
is more than this—human—and we have to work
with what we’ve got, so give me one good colored
pencil, give me one good reason, and then let’s get
to work.
#RewriteHistory
Tysm for including this because apparently the image of the actual poems is not viewable in my region 🥲
Aww man that’s unfortunate! I will say the formatting in the text only version gets messed up a bit, which is why I used an image. :]
Hi Winter! I noticed this work in the Green Room so let's get it out!
I haven't had the pleasure of reading the original version, but I thoroughly enjoyed this poem! The format is really cool, and it creates so much texture to the poem. The spacing between the words and lines adds that dimension to make the meaning hit harder.
It's interesting how this person wants to use the word "orgasmic" as a new way to describe something or someone as fantastic (or another positive connotation), but it seems they're only doing so to be different from everyone else; the narrator calls them out on it. I love the analogy of coloring pages and boxes having the potential to be something more. No one is actually special; we're just making more boxes, but it's up to us to make something out of those boxes.
Lovely job!
Hey WinterWolf,
You know what I am gonna tell you?
This piece of writing is orgasmic in everyway it could have been.
And I, head over heels believe it wouldn't have been better than the way you put it...totally orgasmic and purely philosophical in a reflective way, my kind of stuff.
For a moment, I felt I was watching the Ash Files on YouTube, I spend my whole time watching it because I have had the question of Categorisation for long, read the book Chaos itself in regards to categorization in Science and human behavior as a Doctor; I did all this with an open mind and drew my own conclusion that Categorization is important and also not important.
What is absolutely important is Wisdom; the ability to know when to use categorization and when not to(ofcourse most times Categorisation isn't necessary).
I am so amazed by how you hint on how we aren't special, true we aren't; we are just a bunch of human beings, some of whom have understood the immense potential, equal time and chance that we all have and the other who haven't (the former tend to feel special.)
None of us is special especially by the existential thought that one day we shall all succumb to earthly death no matter who or what we are having all been born of our mother.
Very few writings use the kind of writing warfare that you employ, you are such an amazing author, aren't you?
Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to read such a beautiful, intentional and meditated piece of writing.
I hope to read more of such from you,the world needs more of it.
Darius,
Bye😊.
Hi Winter!
I enjoyed reading your poem. I like the content. It made me think "we can all be in the human "box" together without getting squished because its soooo BIG." Lol the word human encompasses so many things <3
Thanks for sharing with us!
Edited so I could leave a review instead of comment but it still left it as a comment haha