Falen Acon:
1.THE NERD...
He liked to read and was a straight A student and was very shy. (1 day relationship)
2. THE HOTTIE...
He was in love with himself and he hogged the mirror. (5 day relationship)
3. THE ****...
He was to obsessed with football, basketball, track, and baseball and didn't pay me any attention and was to rough. (5 week relationship)
4. THE SKATER...
He cheated on me pretty much the whole time we went out and he had angry issues. (2 week relationship)
5. THE GAMER...
He played to many video games and was kind of forceful. (1 month relationship)
6.THE SMOKER...
He smoked to much **** and ciggs and i smelt like it and i don't even smoke and he was way to touchy and he fought to much. (1 month relationship)

Alexandria Christine Lund:
Top 5 worst boyfriends/girlfriends:
1. The 2 timer- She whined to much and apparently had a boyfriend, she wanted ***, and was totally indecisive. (5 days)
2. The Stoner- He spent his time doing drugs and only wanted ***. (3 months)
3. The Wannabe- He always wanted something else because I didn't fit in, he always lied he made up excuses even cheated. (5 months off and on)
4. The Fighter- He kept bragging about the military and wanted to constantly fight. (2 months)
5. The Worst- He treated me like a game, I made sure he never won it. (2 weeks)

electric blue eyes
of yours, blind to
reality, always
incomplete thoughts
drifting through
your messed up mind,
trying to find
some kind of way to
get out, to be
transformed into
words and music.

I drink in moonlight
like the lemonade hours of sun
that leak in through
broken windowpanes
wasted hours
like honey droplets of time
sink in bones and tint them yellow.
Hands so big they could swallow me whole
wrap around my waist
and lick swollen elbows with fire.
Rotted fruit with
sickly sweet perfume
penetrate my
memories
and imaginary kisses.
I used to think I liked melodic voices
and soft leather jackets
winks like untruthful sweet medicine
melancholic lies and performances.
Conversations stretch like
curly cords of telephones
glowing screens wash rooms
with blue light
and sink in mattresses for future dreams
Jeans laced with smoke
and signals
questions and confusion
the sound of my heels on pavement
all little love songs
singing your name.

"I've been scraped back up so many times that I am finally in the raw.  It's a little funny-sad how it took all these past mishappenings with other people for you to be blessed with the best version of myself.  I guess finishing last is a good thing, huh? Now, I have experienced a lot of events in this short lifetime of mine and I have figured out something about this world. It's a little tough and it won't ever wait for me- or you- or anyone. But,  I have found a secret to surviving this big world. Be impulsive. Let's leave, let's do what we want, let's not care about every day ideas. Let's be selfish, together. I love you more than the air. Let's live until we can't." - Stephanie Darcey

"Stephanie Darcey, what a hell of a girl. She was something different, like the girls you dreamed of bein' with who were from movies and such.  There was so much to her, she never ran out of words to speak. I don't know how many times I had to stop her mid sentence, because if I hadn't I would of been sitting in my own silence all night. But, boy, I sure loved that 'bout her.  She looked like she was born yesterday, and I mean in a good way. Not the kind of way you'd usually think.  I mean, she looked like she saw the world for the first time every *single day. A twinkle in her eye, yep.  Steph wasn't insecure either, and if she was... Well, she was real good at hiding it.  I am not quite sure how she did it, but I think she actually achieved perfection.  She did nothing wrong to me.  She wasn't submissive, but she wasn't wanting me to cater to her every beck and call.  She had balance, and I think she was a lot more beautiful than the girls on the T.V.  I loved her so much and I still do. Steph was untamable. So, what did I do? What any man would do if he was madly in love. I went with her, we went everywhere. We experienced what life was to us. She was getting lost in jungles while I was getting lost in her."

I’d rather be called a loner than cool.

I’d rather have a few close friends who care bout my feelings than getting over 200 likes on a picture.

I’d rather spend a Saturday night by myself than doing something I don't want to do with people I don’t want to be with.

I’d rather write my thoughts into a song or a poem than into a 140 character subtweet.

I’d rather work extra hard to get what I want than rely on someone else to do it for me.

I’d rather be happy within myself and my own mind than worry about how others perceive me, because when it’s the end of the day, when the party ends and your friends home and you’re laying on your bed awake at three a.m., you don’t sit there and wonder why you weren’t good enough or what you can do to be good enough.

You sit there, in peace and isolation, and think.

Not about the boys who asked for your number underneath your selfie, or that girl who called you a name in the bathroom during your lunch period, or the rumor you heard about your ex, you sit there and thank yourself.

You thank yourself for taking the time in becoming your own best friend, because once all of the distractions leave your life, you’re all you got.

And if at night, when your family is sleeping and your boyfriend hasn’t texted you back, and the silence is screaming through your mind from the absence of social contact, if you can’t be happy with that silence,

then are you truly happy with anything?

Words to add to your wear
A different approach in not being square
Poetic saying on your clothes
The periods ending with design holes
Poetry that will compliment the style
Fit for all occasions all during while
Who would have though poetry and fashion combined?
You would be covering all the bases
Nothing would be wasted
Influence with the assortment flow
Hit the streets along with the words with fashion in being heard
Your poetry fashion in making hearts swirl
The flavor of poetry adding to your outfit
Words straight from your head and your wardrobe stamped on it
Poetry fashion being a new twist
Innovation that just won’t be missed.