I like: Doctor Who. Running through hotels. Coffee. PJs. Harmonica. Looking For Alaska by John Green. Photography. Quotes. My little sister. Awesome band names. Volleyball. How I Met Your Mother. Seattle. MUSIC. The way people look when they first get up in the morning. Back to the Future. Summer storms. Superheroes.
I suddenly got so disgusted
With this place.
And the buckets of oil and
Jars of hormones
Bottled inside each one of us,
That seem to only come out when talking
To someone over thirty.
With girls that have spider eyes,
That take out their brains everyday
Before they put in their contacts.
And that
One.
Kid.
Why does he have to run through the halls
With his backpack on?
Back arched, neck down,
Like an ostrich that’s carrying an extra 40 pounds?
The ostrich would know that they looked ridiculous;
Why can’t he see it?
Oh!
That girl with the too tight pants.
And that teacher with the uncomfortable laugh.
And the boy who acts so tough,
Though everyone knows his mom just died so people leave him alone.
He listens to Metallica
Every.
Day.
I don’t say anything.
And it’s strange to think
That some of us will grow up to be lawyers,
And politicians,
And firefighters that will fight the fires
That everyone has created.
And some will even become teachers that will come back
To this horrible place,
15 years later.
God only knows why.
Together we are a natural disaster.
You are the tide, strong, rhythmic, unstoppable, and I have been waiting for your sweet, salty waves since the departure of the toasted morning and its crimson sun. I’ll come as the moon, dressed up in nothing, glowing with magnetism, drunk on power, and tear…
On my way home from school today, I didn’t want to listen to the radio. I didn’t want to listen to any of my mixtapes. So I took out my license plate CD holder, and put in the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack, turned it up loud, and sang at the top of my lungs. Damn that CD’s good.
The Gardener- The Tallest Man on Earth
So now we’re dancing through the garden
And what a garden I have made
And now that death will grow my jasmine
I find it soothing I’m afraid
