this is dedicated to heather the bank teller and to the heart shaped chocolate i ate

my life is like a movie / driving through alpine, utah / in a 1996 buick hearse / tame impala / beach house / windows down / appreciate ya moms / appreciate moments like this / nothin better

the way people present themselves is crazy

when u really get 2 know someone, it's so nice. the idea of best friends are weird.

take more notes to yourself

even if we die and nothing matters after this life, just take notes for yourself

accept a beautiful thing is no longer apart of your life / move on
it will continue to be beautiful / just on it's own

forget about mirrors / pick some flowers / rocket man 

no more news reports / i'm just writing now 

social media don't matter / just green lawns in happy valley

work stinks but u appreciate your days off more

there's a lot more 2 me than what i present

true artist don't have they life in check

i am nothing more than zachary ford i write i read i dream i take pictures i experiment i love

inspirations or something

cherry bomb documentary

JoHn Muir

Howl's moving castle

lords of dogtown

swamp vermin

my life

RATKINGWIKI

PostYourDrafts123(i'm tired of speaking with no spaces)

dare me to go back and edit my work
dare me to love a girl who doesn't love me back

dare me to play my music full blast

i'm a legend

you may not know my birthday but you may understand that four is a cosmic number

waiting outside / in the car

these are all things I see or hear or think or say:

The honeysuckle

The fresh cut grass

The oncoming car

The night you said you love me

The shakedown of the bottom line

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it's 3 am

i just wanna know how your day was

singing at the top of my lungs

speeding down the highways

closing my eyes

SummerIsAlmostHere

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGYXKZwp9WI

yo yo yo

i miss my old friend tanner alder

brooklyn still writes on her blog and i hope i'm not the only one who reads it

i got some photography books from di the other day but i think i'll return them

i'm not sure why the sky is blue (it has something to do with the reflection of the ocean, maybe)

scientists know that the distance from the center of the sun to the center of the earth is called one astronomical unit but scientists have yet to discover why the sound of your name causes me physical pain

i speak in a different kind of tongues, maybe one you won't understand;

with just enough vagueness.

is anyone listening?

my brothers girlfriend is a very sweet girl

i don't know what else to say but i think that she is good for him

i went to lagoon today and helped my grandma yesterday

things aren't too bad

i still get sad, especially at night

i can't die yet, it's too inconvenient

i'm not scared of things, i'm just cautious

i can't believe i'm writing again

i keep a gallon of water by my bed, to encourage me to drink more

i don't think i'll ever get married, or have children

but if i do, i hope my wife and i can agree not to name them after cities.

i don't have anything against people who do, it's just not for me 

i've written and rewritten this paragraph several times

i don't know what to say

i'm all out of art

TheStars(NotTheOnesInTheNightSkyButTheOnesInYourEyes)

i'm reading lolita and my bookmark is a piece of paper with your name on it
but i don't mean it in a creepy/pedophilliac way.

sir edmund hillary was the first person to summit mount everest and i'm only 182 miles away from that peak
i am traveling/i am lovesick
i am not homesick/i am not healthy

‪-diversity / variety ‬
‪-possibilities of sweetness on technicolored beaches ‬

‪namaste/i tell people im from canada because everyone thinks americans are rich and i am tired about talking about donald trump and no one knows where utah is‬
‪namaste/i'm planning something crazy after this trip ends‬
‪namaste/hello‬

‪i've worn the same outfit for the last five days in a row, oj simpson did it, my name is zachary chandler ford, but people in india and nepal call me jack, i'm picky about who i follow on social media, prayer wheels spin clockwise, i live 12 hours and 45 minutes in the future‬
‪these things are all true‬

‪i want to fight piers morgan and all of my ex girlfriend's boyfriends‬

‪sad/high(elevation)/maybe i try too hard to be something\not sure what‬

IThinkIHopeThingsEndSoon

i love you like bus rides in nepal
like the temple on the hill, like the fire in the street
like the red bricks and the blue bricks

i love you like the stitches my mum sewed in my pants
(and more than the bird on my leg)


welcome to my alphabet garden, notice i have purposely planted the u and i next to each other,
they help each other grow
and the colors of their flowers compliment each other

i wish we had better structure and a stronger meal plan, but most of the funding went into designing the cute uniforms

"please help me, i have brought biscuits for the dogs"
i don't think i miss most things from home, i enjoy being away: maybe i won't return

you and i are like flags in the winds and buses with flat tires
i am a mispelled word no one notices
and you are the music everyone can't help but dance to

once again, i was too honest and pushed you away (i am sorry)

slip me into your pocket once again, and show me the world
teach me about the rivers that are safe to drink from
and how to tell what time it is based off the position of the sun in the sky

pop that collar,roll up your sleeves,publish that book,tie your shoes,turn down the music,let's get to work
no more naps for me,i haven't been sleeping through the night


the harvest is soon, let's get picking

DoesntDeserveATitle

i am in india
i wish i had more any inspiration to write
but the leaves still fall when they're green, and everyone stares at me because i'm white
and trash fills the streets and angsty poetry fills teenage hearts and sadness fills your brains

i'm almost forcing myself to write this
i'm listening to homeshake
asking for anything
i don't want to become a resident
i don't want to get stuck
i want to move forward and progress
(this is turning into a post about me, again)


my goal is to have no drafts/post everything/write down every idea/try to snowball/roll with it/go with the flow/read/revise/post/for yourself if no one else

everything i've done recently has been so new and exciting, i hope to keep it up at home

TheFirstPostOfTheYear

when I'm not thinking about you I'm dreaming about you

when I drive past the point of the mountain I can feel my heart beating against my ribs like a prisoner

it's 2:30am and it is so bright outside
The traffic lights still work when everyone's asleep

sometimes I try to think of lines that Nelson will be proud of,

there's a dead flower by my left rear view mirror, my dog doesn't like sticking his head out of my windows when I drive, these things might not make sense, sorry

i spend most of my days in a busy grocery store for $9.96 a hour, and i'm not happy
i can('t) do anything i want


i miss creative writing, because i don't find much motivation to write anymore, and i miss it.
i was never good at writing, but i've always been good at worrying