Poetry In Motion

The grace of his dance swelled my chest with pride, and I fought back tears as his passion filled the room. A few weeks ago, my boyfriend, Corey O’Brien, and I had an idea of pure genius. Something that seemed trendy yet new, relatable yet severely personal, and a project that brought together our life of art.

As a young boy, Corey was an exceptiongal gymnastic. Still, it was his love of expression, freedom, and movement that brought him to choose dance as a career. Very seldom does a young gay boy growing up feel assured in his identiy. Days are often spent avoiding expression. You make sure you don’t talk like a girl, that you act like one of the boys, and every decision becomes about hiding instead of expressing. So it’s not hard for me to say that the decision to become a dancer was courageous.

Corey would probably tell you that it was inevitable, that dance was so much a part of him that he couldn’t resist it. Though dance has nothing to do with his sexuality, the decision was made harder by bullies and homophobic families that surrounded him. Whether Corey knew it or not, he was deciding on choosing his love and truth over the opinion of others. Love, passion, and expression are all linked to truth. My appreciation of dance has grown substantially since dating Corey. Since knowing him, I have grown more and more in love with my art and truth.

I’ve been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. Following the passing of my stepfather, I turned to art as a way of healing. Poetry was often about learning my own emotions, passions, and truth. There were many times I didn’t know exactly how I felt about a situation until I brought it to words. Now I share my poems openly and honestly. I write about the most personal experiences in my life and lay them out for all to see. I believe truth and vulnerability bond us. What is more vulnerable than dancing, straining your body to the limits of music and art for all to witness? What is more truthful than writing the thoughts of a young boy struggling to breathe amongst a suffocating depression?

Finally, Corey and I have combined both of our passions, our loves, our arts, and our truths into one. Just recently, we released, on our personal Youtube Channel, a Poetry in Motion video. It is original choreography and dance by Corey O’Brien with an original poem read by myself, R.K. Russell. The feedback has been phenominal, with an article in People, and comments from our viewers. We believe this will be not only a staple of our Youtube but of our relationship. Please check out Poetry In Motion by Corey & Russ.

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Lifetimes To Come

In the lifetimes to come, they will say,
We were crushed like coals at the end of the decade.
2019 is ending in an abyss,
A hole so deep the light from the top never reaches the bottom.
We couldn’t climb it, so we attempted to sprout wings.
The year fades, and the pressure doesn’t dissipate,
But we begin to change.
On the edge of sanity,
Two meteors race towards each other,
Maybe they are running from something,
Yet it doesn’t matter.
When they come into each other’s sight,
Neither slows.
Instead, they speed up,
Longing to feel the violent crash of another.
In complete darkness, they move at the speed of light.
Gods and stars come to observe the devastation.
Finally, with the universe as their witness,
As our witness,
We collide. We crash. We Scream. We Bleed. We die.
Never the less, we are reborn.
We hug. We laugh. We kiss. We make love.
We fell in love, and we’re wrecked so entirely that our two meteors create a planet.
A planet where life can be sustained.
A planet where trials mold angels and coal is more valuable than gold.

In the lifetimes to come, they will say,
We were crushed like coals at the end of the decade,
But in 2020, Wings will carry us to love, and Diamonds will be formed that refract the light of the world.

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