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
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,
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
But the more I feel the need to move
the more I stay away from them.
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.