there it lies
in space between the wall and our old dresser
my birthday present
perhaps I'll begin using it
i could use a little bit more exercize anyways
considering how bad i am at skateboarding
maybe it'll inspire a few more poems
and maybe I'll have another reason to leave
at least for a while longer
maybe i will start skateboarding
the first day i spent in
i bought the 2 most
ster e o typical
was my medical marijuana license
Number 2 was my skateboard
I’m not very good
but when you shred
on the boardwalk
people get out of your way faster
and thats really all i wanted
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
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
Have no idea what to do.
still like the poem though.
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.
..and talking of snow which you know I adore
I went out snowboarding
with the old lady next door.
She came out all dressed in a parka and trews
and wore green spangled stockings with six inch heel shoes.
We raced along alleyways which we made into trackways,
then she turns and says,
'where are the brakes?'
I said,I don't know
and so we carried on skateboarding the snow.
i am a mess
my words come out backwards
my hair is out of control
around 97% of the time
and i am caught in all the books
i've ever read
and can't seem to leave
out of touch with reality
but i will try my best
if you'll let me
i will kiss your scarred hands
if you fall skateboarding
and make you tea when
you're angry and worked up
i'll follow every cliche that's ever been written
and all i want in return
is for you to gently reach and pull me back
when i start to drift
and not just run away