When I Close My Eyes and Think of You, You’Re All My Favorite Colors

By Jacob Smith

When I Close My Eyes and Think of You, You’re All My Favorite Colors is an exploration into the feelings and ideas I had during a very sporadic year. I used this book to both express the joy I have felt and to cope with hardships and anxiety during the not-so-fun parts. I hope you, as the reader, can relate to this collection of poems in a way that brings you back to good times or helps you feel less alone in the bad ones. The themes of nature, color, the body, and anxiety are prevalent throughout the collection and weave a narrative of how I see the world. I hope you enjoy it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796039269

Jacob Smith

Jacob Smith is Assistant Professor in the Department of Radio-Television-Film at Northwestern University and is the author of Vocal Tracks: Performance and Sound Media (UC Press).

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Contents

Part 1

The good times are so fun to write about

About her

My immortal love

Passion

Change

Overthinking

The freespirit

I LOVE HER

God is a woman

A tree grows where we fell in love

A breathtaking gallery

Burning sun

And the Gentle Moon

Simple compliment

Nights remembered by colors

DRUNK

An Encounter

Pretty Lights

The hunt of a spring breeze

Hour-long Showers

The Flower Girl Part 1:

Sunset

The Dreamer

Sunday Morning Serenades

Permanent destinations

A homesick astronaut

Treacherous hope

Change

An Addict

Love and a horror film

Midnight Holidays

Daisies and orchids

Beauty

We spite time (two weeks)

BLUE

Sit next to me

The man of action

The Storm

The Dreamer

Rebuild

Fall

Awake

Brother

Adderall thoughts

Hopes and Flaws

Where are we going again?

Part 2

And the Bad Things are Even Hard to Think About.

The sword and the pen

Just questions

The fear of complacency

The quiet problem

Procrastination

Abandoned Safety nets

Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts

The thought process between the problem and the solution.

Dark days

Running on instinct

We forget the light In darkness

Dying thoughts

Preying on the weak

Ain’t no mountain high enough

An Infatuated coward and his sore heart

Inhospitable Sensory processors

A silent heartbreak

The Flaws of Being a Wallflower

Second Nature

4am thoughts

Nihilism withdrawal

Anxiety attack

Lies

Growing Pains

Class clown trauma

Mom

A real heartbreak for a fake love

My mind vs everyone

Anger

Time Bombs

Lonely thoughts and understanding bridges

Dare to live?

I’m not okay

I am bad and I need you.

Long nights of insomnia

Oxygen Masks

We play with our toys

Tug of war

Part 1

The good times are so fun to write about

About her

She has a mysterious and bewildering personality. Even after all these years with her I feel like I only know a mere fraction of her. Yet even with just this snapshot of who she is, I know I would spend a lifetime trying to figure her out, but surely I will fail for she is more than one man could ever comprehend. She makes contradictions work in perfect harmony and synonyms disagree. She bends my reality while she expands my imagination. She is everything while she swears to mean nothing. She without a doubt has the ability to freeze time for i am always frozen in her presence. Her wants are my needs for I cannot imagine not giving my all to her pursuit of happiness. A goddess so perfect that no myths