There’s something to be mentioned
about the attention that I gave
my skateboard back when staying
still was not an option.
These days I’m filled with obligations,
but the more I feel the need to move
the more I stay
away from them.

I swam and swore in the sweltering heat,
melting my feet to the grip-tape,
my breath and my sweat in sync
with the stink of my ass because
hard work plays often.
Solitude and company were synonymous
and anonymous dudes
held out their hands asking
“are you okay?”
and today, I would be
because satisfaction
is working the wounds of

And I could be sad and sullen
but I’d hop on and pop an ollie
that would make Mullen jolly or I’d
turn around and go back to town
on some kickflip shit because I’m not a poser and
I will never be a poser dammit. Yet
I can’t remember the last time I
pulled off my last line.
My ollies have lost their style
and while I can still ride a skateboard
goofy, I don’t ride regularly.

In my closet;
behind all my college books and clothing hooks,
meshed betwixt
my stash of drugs and my lack of fucks
and my hipster clothes and my blueish Chucks
upon my writing notebook from the 6th grade-
Here lies some worn Etnies shoes that are waiting to be
torn some more.
I haven’t grown since High School,
and I want to find them like a smoker wants
his cigarettes.
But the more I feel the need to move
the more I stay away from them.

Like that skateboarding boy.
Fiona Guest
Fiona Guest
Jun 5, 2011

And sometimes when
My heart has sung
It's tune of unleashed joy,
I know that free
Is on the move
Like that skateboarding boy.

or skateboarding
Kitty Parson
Kitty Parson
Mar 31, 2012

It could be

little things

like climbing a tree

in a business suit

or skateboarding

in a wedding


it, she'd probably believe it was from skateboarding.
Bradley Gillespie

I wore a wristwatch once to cover something from my Mother.

Even if she saw it, she'd probably believe it was from skateboarding.

I don't skateboard.

at skateboarding
corn bread johnson
corn bread johnson
Dec 30, 2013

the first day i spent in

Venice, CA

i bought the 2 most

ster e o typical


Number 1

was my medical marijuana license

Number 2 was my skateboard

I’m not very good

at skateboarding

but when you shred

on the boardwalk

people get out of your way faster

and thats really all i wanted

I laughed and said I face planted while skateboarding
The kid you were warned about

Two black eyes in one month
Cops took pictures
I said softball
Bruised and bloody forearms
Counselors called home
I said volleyball
Split lip coach gave me an ice pack and cried
I laughed and said I face planted while skateboarding
All those things I said, I lied

Shows me skateboarding
Amanda Mary Rose
Mar 6, 2010

Would like this poem
Its short and clean and simple
Nothing frilly or bright or extravagant

Is the reason for so many smiles

Protects me like a taco on a cold hard floor

Encourages me and eats pasta with me

Judges tattoos, analyzes photographs, listens to my qualms

Shows me skateboarding

Is wonderful

Is taken

Have no idea what to do.

I'm over

still like the poem though.
Skateboarding? Not one of them.
Kate Bethanie

Breathing fast, like I've fallen hard on my back,
Can't catch up. Don't look behind you,
It's just one of the girls.

There are some things you learn pretty fast.
Some stuff you get the hang of quickly.
Skateboarding? Not one of them.
Chasing you? From the moment we met.

I like to think we were both just confused.
I was a girl to everyone but you.

#poem   #life   #crushes   #growing   #childhood  
I hate skateboarding.
Sep 26, 2012

Banged and bruised
                          Open wounds
                                            broken bones

I hate skateboarding.

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