"skatepark" poems
When I was 17 I watched a man **** himself,
I remember the morning like it was yesterday,
the air bit at my heels
and it was too cold to be at the skatepark,
there was a lounge area of
weathered tables and pine trees
about 50 yards north,
I still remember the look in his eyes
confusion filled mine,
he was old, around 70
and I kept skating around,
he just sat there with
saltwater in his veins,
holding a long barrelled
30-30 it looked like,
I kept skating and fixating
my eyes on what he was holding,
it manipulated my vision,
reached out to hopeful ignorance
and yanked it through my throat,
we never made eye contact,
his eyes were buried down
a steel thief,
I kept rolling back and forth,
and I never knew thunder had
the ability rip the bearings
from the wheels,
the crack turned the bark
on the tree behind him
to a yelp,
and I’ve never saw blood fly
until that point,
I still remember how fast
it turned from a picnic table
to a crime scene,
how aimlessly the yellow tape
flew in the wind, as if nothing
ever happened,
time forged a signature
on a death note to man
who never felt the chill
bite at his heels that day,
that barrel screaming for forgiveness
knocked at a door with perspective
standing at the peephole,
I saw myself in his shoes
when I saw the life leave his body,
I went back that day
and saw the city worker
spraying the pavement,
running an eraser over
the pen-painted picture
in my mind,
the chill shattered my
porcelain heels that
day and shooed me
away from the
griptape forever.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
I'VE NEVER BEEN THAT GIRL ALL THE GUYS BOW DOWN TO.
IVE NEVER ACTUALLY MET A GUY WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME.
NEVER BEEN A POPULAR PERSON.
NEVER BEEN PERFECT ON THE INSIDE OUT.
NEVER BEEN HOMECOMING QUEEN.
IVE NEVER BEEN ON A CHEERLEADING TEAM.
NEVER HAD GIRLS THAT WANTED TO BE ME.
NEVER BEEN CALLED PERFECT BY GUYS ON THE VARSITY FOOTBALL TEAM.
I'VE NEVER KISSED KEN.
BUT,
I AM ME.
I'VE BEEN THE GIRL WHO ALL THE GUYS HAVE RESPECT FOR.
I'VE BEEN THE GIRL THAT ALL THE GUYS CALL FRIEND.
I HAVE BEEN THE GIRL THAT HAS HAD IMPERFECT BUT PERFECT GUYS CRUSH ON ME.
I'VE BEEN THE GIRL THAT SPENDS HER WEEKENDS AT THE SKATEPARK OR RIDING DIRTBIKES.
IM THE GIRL THAT HAS SARCASM EVERYONE FEARS TO HEAR.
IM THE GIRL THAT WILL BE TOTALLY HONEST EVEN IF IT WILL HURT YOUR FEELINGS.
IM THE GIRL THAT CAN BE PRETTY.
IM THE GIRL THAT PREFERS SHORTS OR PANTS OVER SKIRTS AND DRESSES.
IM THE GIRL WHO LIKES FISHNETS AND COMBAT BOOTS.
THE GIRL THAT WILL GET CRAZY.
THE GIRL THAT DEFENDS HERSELF AND PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT.
I WILL GET IN YOUR FACE IF YOU GET IN MINE.
I WOULD RATHER HAVE ONE SPECIAL GUY THEN HAVE TWENTY FAKE GUYS.
IM THE GIRL THAT RESPECTS YOU IF YOU RESPECT ME.
IM THE HARD HEADED GIRL THAT IS STUBBORN AS HELL.
I DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH JERKS.
I PLAY HARD TO GET IF I FEEL THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE EASY.
IM THE GIRL THAT WILL KICK YOUR *** IF YOU MESS WITH ME.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Ive loved you
For two years and three months.
For 27 months.
For 118 weeks and one day.
For 827 days.
For 19, 848 hours.
For 1,190,880 minutes.
For 71,452,800 seconds.
Ive loved you
Since January 1, 2012.
Since I met you at the skatepark.
Since the day I gave you all of me.
Since the day that you actually made me feel wanted.
Since the day we had our very first kiss.
Ive loved you
With every fiber of my being.
With every inch,
With every corner of my heart.
With every warm touch to my body.
With every tear drop from my eye.
You dont want me
Youve left such an impact on me.
Youve changed my thoughts on love.
Youve changed me.
You still have all of me
Every ounce of my heart.
Every fiber of my being.
Im cold
I dont have a sincere smile.
I dont have a warm touch.
I dont have you.
And it has broken all of me
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
How
I retry
Backside Pen Slide
Lyrics spirits quips glide
Elbows Shins Blood Blot Dried
When Wind Blows Wicked Words Rise
Idioms Soul Grind Infinite rails Applied
Thoughts Ollie Pop Manual quill Pipe bomb
Ultra Stick Ink Drips 360 Plot Shov-it Twist
Push Kick I Pedal Prose Skate Tricks, Morphemes Stick.
Perpetual Pendulums Prop People to Place Peckers in Potato Grits
Times Up!
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
i see saggy cargo pants, marijuana and at least three mall grips.
some pseudo outcast cool kids carving out skidmarks,
painting the concrete waves with wheels and their bloodstains.
hey look at that guy in the corner,
he just bought two burnt spoonfuls of a score.
it doesn't look like he can take any more, though.
or the guys playing six tricks roulette,
on a quarterpipe, on a bet,
for a cheap pack of cigarettes.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
I had a dream about dinosaurs falling from the sky onto the skatepark from a paralell dimension...
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Girls and boys.
Men and women.
Males and females.
The minds of each are so different, it blows mine.
Males are so simple, it's almost funny.
Females are considered to be the most complicated beings on earth.
This creates a dilemma on each side.
Especially in relationships.
The little things are all girls want to be remembered.
The little things are the most forgotten by guys.
If my mom asks my dad to come home early one day,
He’ll remember to come home early,
But he won't remember that it’s because today is their anniversary.
My dad will tell my mom, on Saturday I am going to the skatepark.
My mom will say okay, but then nag him for days
Because he didn’t pay attention that that was the day my sister had a show.
But then there's the day my mom will go to extra lengths for dinner,
Clean the house, shoo the kids, grab a new movie.
The day my dad comes home from work early,
A bouquet and a pound of chocolate in his hands,
With three simple words on his lips.
In today’s society between teenagers, things are the same and different.
They're the same in all of the petty little daily arguments.
But In my eyes they are different in the most significant way.
The vows that end with "I do" are not in play within such a relationship.
There is no "Becoming of One".
Those vows are what begin a new life, between two beings and one.
There are no "Lets talk later sweetie, I like you".
No "Goodnight babe, I'll see you tomorrow".
The day begins with "I love you"
And ends with "I'll never stop loving you".
All with that person by your side.
Because after all, Agape love is the most powerful emotion known to man.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Today i was hookin' at the skatepark...i got 4 new tricks.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
****** oathe I am cool, mate
Don’t ya think
I am the coolest dude in Canberra
Don’t ya think
I really oh really the coolest dude around
I am cool very cool yes indeed
****** oathe I am very cool
Don’t ya think
I know how to be very cool
Don’t ya think
Everyone in this town
Thinks I am so cool
****** oathe I am cool
Don’t ya think
I am into watching football
I am into watching Netflix
I love life when I go out anywhere
I like watching sports like skateboarding comps
Because that kind of sport makes me cool
I have memories of being at the skatepark having fun
I never could ride a board mate
But I still had fun
Everybody knows I am the coolest dude around
And nobody can take my cool away
****** oathe I am cool mate
Oh yes I am
I used to party in the clubs drinking gross drinks
What I can’t understand why people choose to follow in my footsteps
Maybe it is because I am so cool
****** oathe I am cool
Everyone
I know people like me, ****** oathe.
I know ****** is rude but it is still cool oh yeah
I am cooler than everyone
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
You always told me to stay strong! You told me it's not manly to show I'm in pain, as a child I understood you were referring to the times where you brought me to the skatepark and told me that if I didn't drop in off the quarter pipe I was grounded and I fell, I fell, I fell, I fell I was covered in scrapes but I had to keep a straight face because IT WASNT MANLY TO SHOW MY PAIN. You were referring to the times that I'd get hit with the ball up at bat and I'd fall, youd scream from behind the fence "Get up and get to first base! Did I raise a son or a daughter!"
I'd get up and I'd walk... Then from behind I'd hear you, like you had a face on the back of my head like I was Professor Quirrell and you were He Who Shall Not Be Named "HUSSEL CONNOR FOR GOD SAKES HUSSEL" and I'd do it, I'd always do it because I thought it would change our rides home, the ones where you'd just ignore me until I tried to talk and then you'd just tell me what I did wrong, what I need to work on and that when I get home I better get my *** in the backyard and practice with my brothers. Instead of wasting my time on "Those God **** Video Games Connor!"
You told me it wasn't manly to show I'm in pain! I took it as its not okay to feel pain. So I ignored it, I ignored it until it grew to the size of you, to the shape of you, with your voice, your tattoos, your way of presenting yourself that made me feel so inferior. It grew to be you, to big to ignore it watched over my shoulder when I was with friends, it made me feel it before you did, like when
You reminded why I stayed in my room to avoid walking downstairs because I knew you'd have something to say, you always had something to say, that would ruin my day in a way you could never understand, it reminded me why I stayed in bed till 2pm, it reminded me why I play my games and drown out your voice when I play my music. You reminded me.
It was in a Sunday when I my 13 year old that I gained the courage after you told me to go to my room that I said, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU DONT GET IT! YOU NEVER LET ME TALK!
!POW! Like a superhero comic book the sound echoed through my brain after you put me on the floor and it took me a moment to realize, you hit me, you laid your hand across my face the same one mom would, except you put too much force and it made my ears ring and my cheek sting. My hand rose to my cheek and you yelled PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN! And !POW! Again. Then you said "DONT YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THIS IS MY HOUSE!"
I cried, you told me "Stop crying or I'll give you a reason to" but you didn't understand you never stopped giving me reasons to.
You told me "ITS NOT MANLY TO SHOW YOURE IN PAIN"
Explains why you was like a brick wall. You must have never felt pain.
Now I know I have, so can you tell me how I was strong enough to break through you
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
day 7
I was so happy last night
sitting cross legged on the skatepark ramp
wrapped in the stocky darkness
graffiti bouncing atop every surface
beer glasses clinking
because two get me loose
and the sticker art I peel off to save in my phone case
Jess’s laughter and wild paces
back and forth while animatedly describing
everything I needed to know about the universe
and I wake
the drugs long seeped out of my system
but still lingering on my breath
I can’t remember the astronomical lessons
we shared that night
but I know I felt
something incredibly powerful,
almost break-through like
or
maybe that was the shrooms
(it all gets
hard to tell)
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC