Haiku(s) To You(s)

Can you just shut up.

Your voice makes me cringe and you're

Really annoying.

I can't even start

To explain how obnoxious

You and your "friends" are.

Ew no wow no stop.

Please stop trying so hard to

Impress everyone

Because it doesn't

Work. Everyone knows you're fake

As your eyelashes.

You think you're cool but

Hipsters are overrated.

And so are you, too.

YEAH SOMETIMES I STILL WRITE ABOUT CODY SIMPSON DEAL WITH IT

You sway me with your melody

And rock me with your rhythm.

The notes trickle into intertwining with the powerful lyrics.

Someday our voices will meet,

Combining and flowing through one

Another so peacefully and serene. 

"Poem To/For/About My Best Friend"

Beware. I cried. Hard. Don't say I didn't warn you. This is deep man. 

"What do you read when you look at me?"

A While Back

You know sometimes when you're driving down the backroad riding in the passenger seat of the truck and you just stare out the window and see how the trees that are closest to you move past so much faster than the ones that are miles away, and you notice that the clouds never even look like they're moving until you really focus and trick your mind into seeing the wind, and how you didn't even see that family of deer right over the crest of the hill until someone else yells and points them out, and how all the plants look dusted with white and all the branches are sparkling and ice covered. And you just wonder.

Typewriter Trials (pt. 1)

Random Update (not poetry or anything remotely interesting)

Hey guys (or whoever actually reads this blog [so like two of my friends]) I know I haven't posted anything I've written very recently, mostly because I've been so busy. Once things start to settle down (and I have more time to way over-think things) is usually when I start writing the most. So yeah, and I think I might start doing the titles differently again because just writing the date is kind of boring and confusing. (Did I just insult my less mature self I think so). All right that's all good bye have a nice day. 

Mid Summer Job Dilemma (Lucas I Hope You See This.)

You smiled. 

We talked.

You winked. 

I blushed. 

You joked.

We laughed. 

You flirted. 

I crushed.

The you's stayed you's,

But the I's turned to she's and the we's turned to they's. 

My hopes were stunned

And my dreams fell flat.

You would have been mine

If you didn't talk to every girl

Just like that.

07.30.13 *at work*

Just two more hours
Until I'll be home with you,
My dear, sweet laptop

Fetus Me

06.06.13

I look up suddenly from my sketchbook as I hear the door open.

"Hello, can I help you find anything?" I ask the beautiful boy walking past me. 

"I'm all right, thanks," His faint Australian accent plays across his words.

He doesn't look at me, so I steal another awkward glance. He saunters over to the sunscreen shelf and contemplates. He runs his fingers through his up-kept dirty blonde hair and sighs. He chooses a bottle, then spies some board shorts he likes. He picks them up off the rack and examines them. After noticing the price, he promptly puts them down. Shaking his head, he turns back around to face the counter I'm standing behind. I frantically straighten my name badge and subtly fix my hair. It's hard to look cute and intriguing in my blue polo and khaki shorts required for my job. He glances at his phone, to check the time I assume, and strolls up to the register. As he hands me the sunscreen bottle, our hands touch for a split second; I doubt he even notices. I steal a hurried look at his gorgeous, deep blue eyes, following faint trail of freckles along the bridge of his nose, and take in the aura of his perfectly tan skin. I linger a little too long before our eyes meet. He gives me a sweet smile and raises his eyebrows. I stutter the total and he hands me his credit card. I run it regularly then hand him his receipt to sign. I silently curse myself for not looking at the name on the card! He glances up at me once more before putting the pen to paper. He signs his perfect signature and hands me the receipt. I barely hear him whisper a soft "thank you very much" before he grabs his sunscreen and strides toward the door. I smile to myself, sigh, and tighten my grip on the counter and the receipt. He turns around at the last second to give me a smirk and a wink. He nods toward the paper in my hand and opens the door. Just like that, he's gone. As I notice his scent still lingering around me, I fall back onto the counter.

"What just happened?"

I examine the receipt, searching for his name, deciphering his signature. I notice a phone number and a rushed smiley face scrawled out underneath his name, Cody. I can only make out his first name and the number, but that's all I need. 

THEN I WOKE UP. HAHA UGH.