the 7th day (rough)

woah is that a hotdog??

nah well it's a rough draft. more to come.

MAD LIBS YO

rules that keep you in school feelin real cool. word

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eHsn4uNeMoYmNPLPneQhjp6owkZPDVFWdSNxycd9J7k/edit?usp=sharing

M.A.S.H. 2010

After much searching, the nirvana of childhood love has been FOUND. (5 childhood journals later...)
Please enjoy the fact that I have a butler(??) and that I'm going to have a HAIRBALL as a specialty item. So if you see me in 30 years don't forget to ask about Sally, Susie, Ben, Greg, Pam, Bruce... And all 42 of the other kids I'm going to crank out. See you at the altar, Carson M.

Drive Safe

She said 

"Drive safe was always my I love you"

And it was like your 

next-to-me smile 

was tangible. 

And I didn't even have to 

look over to know you were thinking the same thing I was.  

And no it's not love 

but it's not like either. 

And maybe we're floating 

somewhere in between

But I can't explain to you 

how right it feels 

in those 

late for curfew 

had too much to drink 

(hot cocoa) we're Mormon...

saying goodbye 17 times because 

talking about peachios 

and our lack of butts 

is more important than 

the bags under our eyes 

moments those 

future car wishing

future trip planning

future 

future

our future

discussions.

because when I met you, 

me turned into we 

and we've been 

working together ever since. 

If you asked me last year 

if I would ever consider another 

relationship in high school 

I would've laughed. 

Probably for a long time. 

Yet here I am. 

I'm the 3 am talks kind of girl. 

That tilt-a-whirl 

kiss in the back of the car kind of girl.

And him. 

that closet from 

savers kind of boy. 

That skip school 

poetry blues

kid next door kind of boy.

So as you're going 

home tonight, my darling, 

don't forget to 

put your seatbelt on. 

Drive safe. 

Drive safe. 

Drive safe. 

check out the blogpost by the amazing Carter J Pratt that inspired this poem here

leave me be

My dreams made waking up a 

son-of-a. 

My dreams qualified rolling out of bed to be

a bitch.

I dreamed I was in Paris 

but I woke up in my bed

I looked in the mirror 

I looked everywhere but my eyes

because I didn't want to confirm the truth. 

I was not in Paris.

How could I be here? 

All the time I spent in Paris couldn't have been a dream.

It was too real to have been a dream

"It's ok",

I told myself. 

I tried to believe it was fate.

Being an ocean away

was supposed to prepare 

me for something. 

I knew it. 

But I wanted to crush

the breathing distance 

between me 

and the Eiffel Tower.

Take me there again. 

Make me feel 

Because there 
I found love and 
I don't know if it was for 

the flowers in the classroom or

the boy that sat in front of me.

There, 

I found that

creativity is my native language and 
sacking is my thing. 

There,

I conquered 

my fear of 

blank pages and 

black pens.

There. 

It was always there.

That was the only place 

I wanted to be. 

So please don't

wake me up next time.
Leave me be. 

Id rather live in a dream 

than wake up to a reality 

without

Paris

real talk = real struggle

#realtalk this post is taking me too long to write and the wreckage from trying makes my paper look like shiz. Will post the poem after sacrificing it tomorrow during 2nd period as a partial offering to all of the slam gods.

update: the slam gods have accepted my partial offering(I think?)and as a citizen of Paris, I invite all of you slam princes and princesses to take a taste of my feeble offering 

(anti)social media

Power on

Boot up

White screen 

Dark room

An apple a day

keeps the people away.

So don't try to sell me 

on the idea that 

media is social.

I won't be another product on your

commissions list 

Excuse me miss, 

I live in a world where

trying to release all of my anger 

is done best by

ALL CAPSING

CAN YOU HEAR ME YET?

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

I had to plug my location into google maps just so I could find myself 

Please tell me how hard your life is because your LTE dropped to 3G 

OMG OMG OMG

All while looking at your screen

You say to me

"I tried to slide into her dms, but all she gave me was a 'read' receipt"

she told you she 

forgot to take the pill

you didn't think 

Netflix and chill could

Get that real

But surprise.

Now you're a father

Go tweet about your 

new baby daughter 

submit 140 characters 

to your 263 followers

You tried to connect her through Bluetooth, 

but she wasn't down

With being wireless,

This grind is tireless,

Always calling for your attention

Can you give it a rest for 

Just...

One...

Second.