I have a friend,
She jumps hurdles.
For me,
She seems quiet,
In her zone,
Eyes focused on what's ahead,
I stand at one end of the stadium,
pretending to read a book,
But with eyes behind dark glasses,
I enjoy watching her in a different realm.
She runs up and down the field,
And stops to chat with different people,
Which I find encouraging,
Because she seems to not care who those people are,
Or that they have a past,
That may be filled with secrets as dark as my t shirt.
When its her turn to run,
She stands at the blocks,
The man says "ready"
But she treats it as if its a question
Because she goes down on one knee
And flips her hair over her left shoulder,
Pulls each leg of her spandex down,
As if it'll make them grow in length,
Which I find amusing.
The man with the gun says "set"
And she rises in the air before it goes off
And as it does,
She explodes outward like ocean mist
Hitting black cliffsides
And I wonder how she seems to bring her own sunset
Becasue as she runs,
The colors never leave her face
Even when she crosses the finish line.
The other runners must see it too,
Becasue they seem to slow their step
To watch her set out in front of them
Which I think is funny,
Because they don't even get to watch the clouds break
When she smiles after ******* In a few gusts of wind.
I like to watch all people do the things they love,
But maybe it means more when you're watching someone
you truly wish to be happy
No matter the cost of yourself.
I was Sitting underneath a tree
That was raining pieces of bark down around me
Maybe to try an make the scene more poetic
As if it could change itself into water.
I was deep in thought,
Which annoys me sometimes
Cause I think too much,
But anyways,
I was thinking about how the hurdler
Doesn't just run races
On harmless school fields,
Jumping tiny tables laid out for her.
She also jumps hurdles in her own life,
Which are usually much bigger,
and scarier.
But just like the start,
She seems to crouch down at the sight of the people and their guns,
And springs forward,
Pushing against the ground, not running away,
But conquering everything before her.
And when she gets done with her race,
I can't help but swell with pride,
Because even her running,
seems to create poems of her life.
She handles each hurdle with such grace,
And respect,
a sort of beauty.
My eyes seem to always smile,
When I stand where I always am,
At the finish.
Waiting.
I stand at the end and not the start
Because just like in life,
I can't wait to see her conquer each hurdle
And meet me at the finish line
where ill always be,
With a smile,
Waiting for the hurdler.
Waiting,
For her to win.

red, orange, yellow
an ordinary fellow
running through life
not savouring it all
green, blue, purple
just jumping over hurdles
he only keeps his chin up
to make sure he doesn’t fall

Dear girl I’m too shy to talk to,

 I know, I know nothing about you...
And we have nothing in common
But this moment,
and this moment is fleeting,
and my heart is beating out of my chest.

And I don't mean to be creepy...
but I wish seconds could last longer
because when you walked into the room,
I swear time slowed, and perhaps even froze.
But in that moment,
the room was filled with your presence
that radiated from you essence while I melted into the pool of nervousness
into the cracks of my subconscious.

See, I wish we were 5,
At least that way I could tell you I liked you
by hitting you,
I could tell you how much, by how hard,
without saying a single word or emotion.

I wish I could just say what's on my mind...
But you are so stunning,
and I'm trying to be cunning,
But instead I stand here like a mute, Speechless. Once I heard that 98% of human communication is nonverbal so,
I were a bear, I could show you I care,
With my little boy stare.
I stand before you, a mouse.

I hope you didn't catch me staring  But its just a bad habit...
Like a smoker longing for one last kiss  from a burnt cigarette,
I just can't help it.

See, they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul,
then in that sense,
I'd be like lil Romeo,
On my knees throwing you soft glances,
that flutter like you eyelashes in the wind,
trying to catch your glances with butterfly nets as they flutter around the room.
Like the ones that fly around in my belly,
you make me so bashful.

Even in my head, I’m tripping over my words like a one legged hurdler,
and I honestly don't know what I’d say...

My eyes haven’t even crossed yours,
and yet I’m trying to find the right words to open with.  
But, it's like attempting build words out of Scrabble tiles without consonances.
So my brain is left with  "I-E-O-A-U?"

I’m sorry for being such a dork, But you make me feel small, lost, and even confused.  
You make my knees knock while I seek safety from behind the legs of my confidence...

And as the clock strikes 12 on this fairy tail tragedy,
If I were going to say something, say anything...

I’m not quite sure what it would be,
But it would start with something like,  
"Hi,  my name is Ryan,
and I think you’re beautiful"

There's a hurdler in the distance,
Approaching from afar,
Nothing struck him in this instance,
Though the setting was bizarre

He somersaults each in a flurry,
As the clouds threaten to rain,
The flowers flutter with worry,
As they sight the old warplane

He runs straight out the exit,
Takes a right onto an avenue,
Where streetlights line the docks,
And pebbles question you

Waves crackle over the pier,
As he flies across the decking,
He throws his hands up and volunteers,
To the cold hiss of forgetting

Some time later he awakes,
On a beach of pebbles and shells,
Hasty escape perhaps a mistake,
A fall from carousels

A tower commands the sea around,
Windowless, aged concrete,
He laughs and spins at what he's found,
Alive but incomplete