Tuesday, November 22, 2016

NothingReallyMatters(Anymore)

(10/21) there's a dead flower by my left rear view mirror, I ate kale with a pretty girl who makes me nervous, my dog doesn't like sticking his head out of my windows when I drive, these things don't make sense, sorry

I can't shop at Walmart for 98 years,
but i work at Smith's and I wonder if Walmart sent a warning letter to other grocery stores in the area letting them know that I was caught stealing

I wonder if I should have given you a warning letter
(That was dumb and made more sense in my head)


I hate left turns but i think that's because that's where we first met
sometimes when I pass my old therapist's office, I wonder if he thinks about me. I still think about him











what's important to me might be unimportant to you

#WritingThatDoesn'tGoAnywhere

Sunday, October 9, 2016

HowMuchYouLookingFor?

i made a list of five things to do this week and didn't even finish the list (i started strong.  slowly faded).

work is fine
friendships are dying
school is non existent
alone time is booming
i just need to type one more good post before i go
just pushpin my heart back into place




the lyric videos for bon iver's new album 22, a million are amazing (that word honestly doesn't do them justice).  they are, inspiring (?), and there aren't many artists who inspire me (consciously).

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN61gg9VNXPomdZu0UY_wwoDkjSdAB_uE
i don't know, i love them, love doesn't always make sense

the "real world" after highschool isn't too bad so far
i thought mr. nelson wasn't posting his writing but i found his wordpress blog and i forgave him
(not that i was mad at him or anything, maybe just sad at him) (zac at him)

the tv shows on disney channel make me uncomfortable
one time sol said







but i think i do that too often;
my posts don't go anywhere;
i'm not going anywhere;



7/7

Saturday, October 8, 2016

IHatePuttingMyHairBehindMyEars,NoMatterHowHelpfulItIs

i'm not getting any better
the week is ending
(no plans,no plans)
(writing only at night)
("busy")


6/7

Friday, October 7, 2016

IForgotToPost,ButNoOneWasCountingOnIt

you are Geppetto and I am Pinocchio

i didn't rehearse for any of this

i have so many crescent moons on my body 
i don't get recommendations a lot
i don't go out a lot
⚰️🌹







5/7

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

MyGrandfatherUsedToCallMeMrStoic

I have so many questions but only a few answers
(not questions like, "why are we here?" and "why do we fall in love?" but questions like, "why do we zone out?" and "why are robbers usually depicted with black and white striped shirts?")
i want you to play me the songs that mean something deep in your heart
(not songs that necessarily sound beautiful but songs that mean something beautiful)
speak to me in your native tongue
undress me with your words



















4/7

MakeAsMuchNoiseAsYouCan








things in my life are slow and i am the only one who can really change that

you recommend i get help and i'm afraid to admit i'm broken

i got a fortune cookie that said a big project was in my future.
"are you one of them?"

i'm sorry if you're reading this and i'm especially sorry if you're my (future) son
i didn't want you to think of me like this
mr nelson, i'm sorry if you're reading this
brooklyn, you told me that you liked my last blog post and it made me smile
kenna, i'm sorry

if mark twain could read my writing i don't really know what his response would be because i'm not familiar with his work but if kanye west read it i don't think he would like it very much.

i don't know and i'm sorry are phrases i use too often
i _____ you, and i'm not joking


i have a lot more to say than these other artists
(i'm just not sure how to speak)



3/7

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

WeWereHereFirst

i want you to know that the only movie i have cried in is big fish and it wasn't even sad
i got prescribed glasses when i was in the sixth grade but i don't wear them unless i'm at the movie theater or driving

i don't know why i am writing this, i don't like talking about myself very much
i don't go to church anymore
i don't follow back a lot of people on instagram/twitter and i don't really know why, i am just weird like that and i guess would like to be better friends before i follow you back? (but i follow people i've met maybe once??)
i just got a job, and i drink more coffee lately than i have in a long time
i don't get a lot of sleep, but that's nothing new

a girl asked me the other day what my favorite childhood memory was and i didn't know how to answer. it's not that i didn't have a good childhood, it's just that the good memories faded away and i'm just left with sad/scary memories (i don't hate my childhood)
i remember in the third grade a girl called shayni told the people at my table a scary story and i was so scared.  i remember telling my teacher about the story and crying and she made the class sit down 
with me and tell me jokes. 
my writing doesn't go anywhere or solve anything, i don't think anyone really reads my posts but that's fine i'm just writing for myself i suppose. 



2/7

Sunday, October 2, 2016

MyMumCutHerFingerBadToday

sunday october second two thousand (and) sixteen

plans for this week:
  • i will write something new (and post it) every day (of this week)
  • i will go to bed before one o clock in the morning (of this week)
  • i will not do drugs
  • i will make a new friend every day (of this week)
  • i will do 10+ pull ups and 20+ push ups every night (of this week)

please listen to blond(e) by frank ocean and 22, a million by bon iver. those are two albums that i have grown to love and they actually have influenced me a bit and made me think/see things differently. musicians don't usually influence me a whole lot, so when an album or song makes me "feel something", then i trust it? (i don't know)


start doing things differently




the first kiss/girlfriend/love i had is getting married in thirteen days
the last kiss/girlfriend/love i had just unfollowed me on social media
"honey, understand that i have been left here in the reeds" 







11:18pm, signing out, goodnight, see you tomorrow,
zachary chandler ford





1/7

Saturday, August 6, 2016

You'reABird,FlyAway

i suppose i am sorry for not writing a lot, and mr. nelson had a meeting, that i showed up for and then i didn't show up to the second one but that's because i was out of town and im sorry, i promise i wanted to go. 
this isn't good writing this is just writing, please get used to just writing.

some girl i was with tonight said something about driving the car into the wall barrier and killing us all but not wanting to harm others and then laughed and said she was just kidding but her scars said other wise and i knew that none of us were joking
i am your cigarette butt, you smoke me and once you're done you throw me in the bushes

throw me in the bushes
let me live with the bugs
i picked you some flowers and you said they hung their heads and i don't know if that's a metaphor but who cares, 

it shouldn't have been so special
you were just a girl and i was just a boy
are you the victim or am i

i don't know if i should listen to happy music or sad music / i don't really know the difference a lot of the time / i don't listen to music like that / we all hear things differently
i don't know if the Democratic Party is the donkeys or the elephants

thank you micah for being awake so late and talking to me and being honest

im reading so many unhelpful, useless articles
i always signal when driving but never wear my seatbelt
we sometimes talk but it's so small i don't know if it even matters


today i asked God how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop and he said he doesn't know

i can't find my chapstick anywhere
my lungs hurt when i take deep breaths
my phone charger is broken


check out zacford.vsco.co or instagram.com/spookyzac to see some pictures of what ive been up to instead of writing, i don't know






i hate this









Friday, June 10, 2016

DontTellMyMum

im in hawaii

girls confuse me

grapes are so good

i miss bailey a lot

and other people too

i guess

everything is so slowed down, down here

time is slow

Bb

im just stuck on repeat

fake skin like a chameleon

i just want to talk to baailey on the phone but she doesn’t like to, so we don’t

i hope daisy is okay

malls aren’t too impressive

don’t find a lot of joy in shopping
even though i always asked to go, when my mum went

i guess i just liked spending time with her, and
she’d buy me lunch afterwards sometimes

car crashes aren’t too scary but now i find myself on edge more
not because the fear of dying, but living
seagulls were probably in the air, yes

this 

i dont know what this is

why i did this

put ‘em in the dirt

she forgot the question mark

but i think we all did

because i don’t know if everyone wants happy days

let me live my 3G life

the contagious smile life

the wake up at 5 sleep go to bed at 11 life

baileys mum is real nice

I accidentally told her bailey and I kissed
and I just told all of you

but im living a fine life
really could use some Arizona tea right now

but i always forget my favorite flavor

wavy wavy wavy



good afternoon, sweetheart
Hope You Have a safe drive,






zac ford

Monday, May 23, 2016

EveryoneIsOkay

we are all just metaphors

we were are residents
we were are artists
we were are writers
we were are beautiful



thank you for writing
thank you for reading

Sunday, April 24, 2016

TheClumsiestPoet

i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, this is what is on my mind (and this is parts I wrote a week ago)
and I'm sorry that I wrote this poem on the car ride back to my house instead of paying attention to the road

It's a beautiful night and my best friend is home
and I think about the light reflectors on the side of the freeway a lot

mom, I'm sorry I stopped playing the piano

I don't know if it's the night or the music or me or you

I can't explain a lot of things.
I cant explain why my friend's dad did that
I cant explain why I did that
I cant explain why that girl in my English class did that
I cant explain why the boy you were in love with did that
I am so, so, so, sorry



we cried in front of each other , and you looked so beautiful that night , i didn't look back when I was walking away , even though I should have- i love you

we kissed the night away , and your friends were waiting for you at your house , our parents had no idea where we were- i love you

last night I painted and colored and cried and wrote and cried and hurt myself a little bit and was sad and I was up all night and now my eyes hurt from lack of sleep and too many tears- i love you



you made me less sad and not many people do that, thank you
You don't deserve to be sad
you deserve the best things in the entire world:

you deserve bats and birds and babies(because you like those things)
and you deserve to dance and sing and to write poetry(because you like those things too)


as hard as I try, I can't imagine myself when I'm older. I don't have the slightest clue what I want to do, what I'll look like, who I will be friends with, where I will live, I'm starting to think that i'll die soon because that's just what I'm destined to do. 









Megan D., I think that's cool that you ride horses. I'm glad you found something you're passionate about.

Lindsey, you're so nice to me and everyone in Mexico, and I really like your blog name.

Alysia, I like how your name is spelled. I like your writing more than I'm willing to admit.

Sol, you are so brave, and I think you got a haircut but I was too scared to say anything.

Brooklyn, I like walking home with you. The flowers we picked are still in my jacket pocket.

Lexi, we have had several classes together over our high school experience, but I feel like we don't know each other that well. You're gonna be a great teacher.

Kyle, i'm sorry about your friend Josh. I'm sorry some of your classes don't cooperate as much as you wish they did. 

Luke, you're so funny and nice to me. I really liked your glasses, you just got new ones though, I think. I like them both.

Malia, I appreciate how passionate you are about writing.

Hannah N., you told me one time we were friends 10th grade and then you thought I was "too cool" for you and that you thought that we weren't friends anymore. We're still friends.

Rachel, i'm sorry your first kiss was in a Walmart parking lot. I really like your handwriting and the music you listen to and the words you write.

Isabel, i'm sorry didn't go to your birthday party in the 10th grade.

Amber, you remind me of my mom in all of the best ways.

Brenden, I've always wanted to go to Budapest.

Andie, I don't think we've ever officially talked, and I think I yelled at you for not bringing macaroons to class and I wasn't really that mad. Sorry for yelling.

Paige, I really like the way you read your words in front of the class. it sounds feels right.

Lauren, every time I ever read anything you've written, I read it in your voice.

Emily, you're so crazy, and so funny, and so nice to me, and everyone. 

Kenzie, I don't think we've ever really talked. But I appreciate that you come to class (just about) every day.

Rylie, I don't know why but (after the reveal) I could never remember your name, just your pen name.

Cali, when I worked at the movie theater, people would ask me all the time if you still worked there.

Gil, we made a mythology video in the seventh grade together with Mitchell Rasmussen and Patrick McGowan.

Megan R., you've always been nice to me, and one time you held my friend Tyler's hand and I guess we made it a competition and you two won. 
maybe it was your sister. 

Morgan, I like that you watercolor. I wish I did that more.

Izzy, whenever you say hi to me in the hallway, it always makes me feel better.

Carter, we went to a scout camp together a long time ago and have been friends since. and I really liked when we watched The Oscars together at your house. 

Sam, I like how you write stories, not just poetry. different is good.

Jenna B., I remember when we went to the food truck round up together, and your name sounds nice to say. 

Katie, I don't think we've ever officially talked but I hope all is well in your life.

Britton, you always say hi to me and it makes me feel small and happy.

Madi, you sound like a natural when reading in front of the class.

Hannah S., you dated my friend and have always been kind to me and everyone. I like your new hair color.

Emerald, I think your name is pretty.

Jake, Sweden looks like a hell of a place. I hope you never stop making people laugh.

Erin, I laughed way hard at your scene in our Office spoof.









I need to stop biting my nails,
I need to write more,
I need to traffic school but I think it might be too late,
cops seriously suck,
I can finally pull my hair back into a bun,
you've written two poems about me,
i like when we kiss

two weeks or two months or never again.
like the blond streak in my hair, we were in the same room on New Year's Eve.
I danced , you danced , but we didn't dance together. 

I always complain that I don't write as much, but I don't think this really counts. This isn't completely what I want. I don't know what i want. i have your blue jumper. i hope to see you soon- i love you.



Sunday, April 10, 2016

WeWentToHisHouse

https://youtu.be/Whbe7blo-Xc



I wrote this in class on Nelson's typewriter. it might not make sense to you, sorry. 
haven't written much lately. 



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Sunday, February 21, 2016

ImSorryIfThisIsAboutYou

dear girl who lives in the flat faced house, thank you for letting me walk you home, you're a sweet person. 

dear boy who lives in the cul-de-sac, the boy who lives in the fourth house on the left, the boy by the basketball courts, and the boy who lives with his mother on the top of the hill, thank you for being my friends after all of these years. 

dear boy who lives in the cemetery, I miss you. 

dear green lights, thank you. 

dear stars, you represent the things I love. 

dear stars, I don't look at you enough. 

dear San Francisco, I'm sorry. 

dear New Mexico, I'm jealous of the angels who've kissed your face.

dear pinky ring, I love you. 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Sunday, February 14, 2016

IDriveABlackCar

she is good grades hung on the refrigerator 
and she's sweet tea on a summer day
she is orange spray paint on a gray wall
she is the feeling of sinking your toes into the warm sand
she is the first bite of something delicious
she is the sound of rain hitting the sidewalk
and she is anything and everything I have ever wanted
but the one thing she is not is mine




Thursday, February 4, 2016

IJustWantYouToKnow



I'm making tshirts for our creative writing two class, this is one of the designs I have.
if you have something you think would look good on tshirts, let me know because I think they'll be done in the next month.

made by Maddy Cottle



this is another potential design: "CW"


Saturday, January 30, 2016