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