I always have so many words to say
So many, that they must have some sort of line
A queue, where they wait their turn
Till it’s their moment to be spoken
My time with you
It’s like office hours
At some point we have to say goodbye
Some words have to wait till next time
Some words don’t have to wait
“How are you?”
Some words wait days
“Do you… wanna watch a movie?”
Some words are still waiting
… They’re still waiting
Because unlike a real queue
Yknow, “first in, first out”
My brain discriminates
There’s an express lane for the nonsense, the simple, the fun
The difficult? They’re like the opposite of senior citizens
No matter how old these words are
No matter how much they bother me at night
They’re stuck in an unmoving line
Some brave words
Armed with emotion and timing
Have made it out there
Past my lips, into the air
Most though?
They wait till they’re forgotten
Till they’re irrelevant
Or till they’ve changed
Changed to something safer
To words that’ll make their way down the queue
Something like
“Yknow, I used to like you.”
I don’t really write poetry, or spoken word, but I wrote and performed this a few months ago for Litnight, an internal event we hold in our organization. I was the Programs Director for the event, and I was feeling all these feels anyway, so might as well get out there and contribute haha!
I’m a huge chatterbox, so it was just a matter of writing down the words I wanted to say. That’s how I write tbh, I say things out loud on a recording, and if it feels/sounds right, I note it down.
Some people laughed at the FIFO queue reference... because I used to study Industrial Engineering (what a nerd HAHAJK), someone else made a lot of math metaphors, so PLS