"smoothies" poems
on tall trees (en arboles altos)
they begin as small white flowers (empiezan como flores pequeñas y blancas)
with five petals (con cinco petalos)
and a sweet smell (y un olor dulce)
ready in summer (estan listos en el verano)
smooth skin (piel suave)
colorful skin (piel lleno de color)
red, orange, yellow, green (rojo, anaranjado, amarillo, verde)
single pit in the middle (una semilla en el medio)
sweet flavor (sabor dulce)
soft or firm (blando o firme)
the knife breaks the thin surface (el cuchillo rompe la superficie delgada)
and reveals a golden sun (y revela un sol dorado)
a sun (un sol)
bright (brillante)
shining (radiante)
and glorious (y glorioso)
i like mangos (me gusta mangos)
mango juice (jugo de mango)
mango smoothies (batidos de mangos)
mango ice cream (helado de mango)
i have a candle (tengo un cirio)
that smells like (que huele como)
mangos (mangos)
it’s one of my favorite smells (es uno de mis olores favoritos)
in the entire world (en todo el mundo)
when i think of (cuando yo pienso en)
mangos (mangos)
i think of (yo pienso en)
summer (el verano)
my happy place (mi lugar feliz)
my paradise (mi paraiso)
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
my bones stick out
so much
I should feel good
like fat
like privilege
and power
but these things are fleeting
like my body
like the conversion I had
with you
I never meant to bring
up semi truck
cabs
artist’s sketch
tables
I only meant to move you
into the city
like a good friend
like a walk in the park
or a trust fall into
the pool
blues
I say
this is the strife they
sing about
and everyone loves it
and eats it with
peanuts
allergies?
no thank you.
green smoothies?
no thank you.
a good morning text?
well, maybe if I still
like you
if I can still stand
to be in the same room
with myself
to go bowling
to go on hikes
to meditate
all these things
I hate
and my bones
they’re smooth
and splinter when
bitten
and my bones
they glow like
uranium in the
mirror
good morning blow
good morning blush
good morning white boy
good morning,
Andrew
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
There they were,
all shining
clear
and see-through
plastic
the hole’s on top
like the Pantheon
in Rome
all open to the skies
the flies
the opaque yellows and pinks
mangoes and pineapples
with names like
rasbamango and applefluff
people walked accessorized
cups in hand
brains frozen
from the combination of low fat
probiotic,
bionic yoghurt and fruits
that could never, ever
have grown in Connemara.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
we had been mopping
the kitchen floor all day
and the dirt never
stopped coming back
and earlier we had sprayed
the entire front porch
down with the garden hose
and now it was still wet
which made it feel as if
it had recently rained when in fact
the grass was a crunchy
brown carpet of regrets.
the night before we had
drunk orange smoothies
laced with lime and something
aged sleek and dark
(i think it must have been
the reason we couldn't
sleep that night
lay awake in my parents bed
and i told you why i
wouldn't go swimming
until the sun rose
the dog barked
the birds screamed
their morning songs
and my body stopped its
nightly spasms of fear.)
and the next evening
we put on a miranda lambert song
(the one we drank to
in your mother's van last winter)
sat on the wet
porch swing
and cracked open
our first beers
they were
really bad
i gagged
because it tasted
like carbonated
banana bread with
too much stale
baking soda
and we poured half of them
into the flower beds
the next morning
was sunday
and we had milk and muffins
in the kitchen with
simon and garfunkel
then went back out to the porch
drank iced coffee in the
eleven o'clock sunlight
and you said
"if this were a normal sunday
i would have been up at six
at church by eight
and done teaching my first
sunday school class by ten."
(is beer as much
of an acquired taste
as coffee is?
because i can't ever
remember not liking it
i used to think it was
bitter but i always
liked it anyway.)
i didn't say anything
because i didn't want to
say what was on the tip
of my tongue
that this kind of sunday
had become my normalcy
and our variety of saturday night
no longer felt like underage
drinking and more like
the way i was meant to be.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
My Mom always makes nice shakes,
that we actually joke: "Mama Juice".
They could really win sweepstakes,
being much better than Jamba Juice!
Mama Juices could have fresh fruits:
my favorite flavor is usually avocado.
I’d really just love any Mama Juice,
being nice to drink and then swallow!
I'd drink smoothies just everyday,
since pure fruits could be their flavor.
Mama'd have me instantly go "YAY!",
since any shake could be a lifesaver!
I used to think of a bigger tummy,
but now am still feeling so healthy.
Enjoying Mama Juices being yummy,
thus I always then drink them: plenty!
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
you won't even look at me in school,
but when I show up unannounced
on Sunday mornings with smoothies,
your mom welcomes me in,
you descend the stairs with your graceful, conservative foxtrot of a gait.
you hug me hello and we laugh about things like normal people.
your dad comes in from the yard work to say hello to me,
ask me where I'm headed to college.
everything is the way it should be but
you won't even look at me in school.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
My soul's hot pink,
like them bubble gum squares,
cool, strawberry fizzy drinks,
and a thick candy ice cream.
Those warm, glazed over doughnuts,
cupcakes with light sprinkles,
jelly beans, tufts of cotton candy,
and a tub of small macaroons.
My soul's hot pink,
like them candy hearts, sweet or ****
chocolate coated easter eggs,
lolipops, and sugar rocks.
Those creamy cakes, fruity tastes,
of gum drops, frozen pops,
of sno-cones drizzled, cookie wafers,
and sweet marshmallows; smoothies.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
She is my friend
Yes I'd like to hold her closely
I massage her back tenderly
In the most respectful
And loving way
She is a poetry goddess
In an ideal world
I would like to dedicate myself
To her happiness
This would mean making her
Fruit smoothies everyday
And letting her know
Everything will be okay
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
I call last summer
the "Summer of Smoothies"
for the usual ones made of fruit
and for those kind of men,
you know,
the smooth-talking types.
I liked the thick ones,
especially with yogurt as a base
and with some sort of berry.
I would sip them slowly while swinging
my feet off of the old suspension bridge
that stretched wide across the quiet gorge.
I liked the tall ones too
since I never liked dating any of the short ones
who made me feel like
I belonged with that river in South America.
Not tall, dark, and handsome, though.
Tall and nerdy.
But I couldn't tell you why.
Every morning you would run past me
as I day dreamt in the sun on my bridge
and I wondered
why you never changed your route.
Every morning I quietly sipped my smoothie
and hoped that
it was me.
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
I wanna go to bed my love
Into bed to cuddle my teddy
Having fun in my dreams
In my bed cuddling my teddy
Having a methane smoothie
With my dad in a bar on Saturn
Having fun getting ******
Enjoying life oh yeah
I wanna go to bed my love
Ready to cuddle my teddy
Yes indeed it will be fun
To hop in my bed with my teddy
You can’t party in clubs on earth
Because of the coronavirus
So you go to bed cuddle your teddy bear and dream about partying in the cosmos yeah
Drinking methane smoothies and eating cosmic burgers
Asking Athena where is the vaccine
Because it is only that I take psychotic medication
That I could go to bed to cuddle my teddy
You can still have concerts
In your computer room
And I have poem reading
Yes that is great and I cuddle my teddy
But when it is time to hop off to bed
And get under your doona
And cuddle your teddy
Teddies are cute
And loving life is what I do
When I go to bed to party in the cosmos
The way my party can be great
Is hop in bed with your teddy
Occasionally my dreams feature death
And I need to suddenly wake up to cuddle my teddy
Instead of causing problems on the street they should party at home
In front of their computer or in the cosmos
And when my earth body is tired I
Go to bed and really oh yeah cuddle my teddy and party in the cosmos
Having a lot of fun
PARTY ON DUDES
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
My nandos bone
my sweet chocolate,
when I think of you
my heart goes jigijigi like a rail way line,
my slavit, you always put a smile on my face,
my fishy bone,
my sourish munch munch chocolate,
you make me whole each time I look at you,
and aah my deep voice will go singing,
'cause this undying kush kush love
is now not fading,
My sweet honey bee,
you buzz without being stingy,
oh my kush kush babe,
'ME LA VIEW' so well,
from the botox of my heart,
oh my KFC bone,
you are tasty by smile,
I love you so quickly.
My dove,
oh my sweety sour smoothies
I love you so tree much,
that my breathe gets taken away,
but my heart await your touch.
My kush kush babe,
Me la view till death comes.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Violent Films
Pretty dresses
Whiskey or ***
Getting my hair done
Smelling Pretty and
Video Games
Smoking cigars
Crying to sad movies
Black Coffee
Fruit Smoothies
Gang Member Memoirs
Cheesy Romance Novels
Steak, Burgers, Caviar, French cheese
Hell yeah
I'll hit you
and talk ****
I'll be an *******
and a *****
on a deserved occasion
Laugh at ****** innuendos
and giggle about boys
Love Variety
Spice of life
Underground rap
Classic Rock
Jazz
Lounge
Metal
Country
Indie
Folk
I'll take it all
and more
Dancing, Romance
Knives, Guns
I'll write and draw
and go for a degree in Criminal Justice
Getting giddy over make-up, purses, shoes!
I can drip with sarcasm whenever I choose
What's to lose?
My best friend's a girl
The rest are just boys
I like to talk about feelings
I hate to cuddle
Many faces
all true
What's it to you?
Maybe, I'm too much
Maybe, Just enough
Goldilocks
But **** Stereotypes
Girls will be girls
Walking Contradictions
Put that on your Popsicle
and **** it
World
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 5:50 AM UTC
She's blond, sleek, and hot--
Complaining about failing
A tough college course.
Busy barristers,
Make lattes, teas, and smoothies
On Valentine's Day.
She's quiet and shy;
Holds head down, sips a mocha,
Reads romance novel.
Nice, pretty women
Without candies or flowers,
Not looking for love.
Old, balding, obese--
He does not look too happy,
Wonder if he smiles.
Nice Asian features,
With a body to die for...
Still, she's not my type.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
Maybe these wonders
that float by the bed
of the wandering traveler
will ever find peace
to the rivers it washed
on the shore of tomorrow
but the train has departed
time itself frozen
in ice-trays for scalding
hot yesterdays
lollipop remnants
askew in the hallway
of this rundown shack
rewind the
disk so as to portray
all the shame felt
by this day
we say Hello..
hands waved to the sky
as rainbows descend
heaven above like wings
white as the
snow, but pure like
nothing seen before
we dance...
mixtures of speech
blend like smoothies
of strawberry finess
every stripe, every spot make
the gold seams of the dress
stars wear. year
after year it grows
to burst with
confetti they float and
we stare...
blankly each moment
is blurred
muddy images pierce the walls
drip do they fall like rain
on the ground covered in
petals and petals of flowers
so red but yellow
we hug...
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
We sat outside the coffee shop
next to a fire,
watching the sun set behind decrepit buildings.
I lamented over the lack of a roller rink in the area,
reflecting on memories of wobbling around in circles
with dizzying lights and blaring speakers
ejecting Pink, Daft Punk, and Eiffel 65 onto my critical youth.
I felt like a king.
We finished our smoothies and retreated
to an empty hotel parking lot,
where I taught her to skateboard.
One foot over the front bolts,
the back foot over two of the back bolts
but resting over the tail,
kick, push,
it's in the ***** of your feet--
weight distribution.
Tic, tac, scrape, thud--
she falls repeatedly
and gets back up.
I admire her resilience and perpetual smile--
This is what skateboarding is all about.
We roll around the hotel parking lot,
our endpoints being a lone luminescent lamppost
and a telephone pole beleaguered by a plot of shrubbery
that demarcates itself from the pavement.
We circle around the poles for hours,
forming an imaginary oblong track between the two,
our laughs carrying into the cool summer night lullaby
that sang the drowsy small town to sleep.
The fading throb of the wedding reception
at the bottom of the town square by the wharf,
carrying over to us.
The stores closed up hours ago,
silent empty windows reflecting the lonely streetlights
and our ambulance back at us.
We skated on unperturbed into the night hour.
A man walks outside the hotel
to have a cigarette on the sidewalk--
I imagine he is watching us and admiring our glee.
Rolling between this telephone pole and lamppost,
the glare and reflection of the empty silent windows,
the soundtrack singing above our heads,
our laughs, and the tic-tac of skateboards
and groaning of wheels over stubborn pavement
bringing my melancholic reverie to a halt,
recognizing and understanding happiness in the present moment--
This is my roller rink.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
I want something to calm me down at bedtime it is the only way to be
Everyone should be calm at bedtime oh yeah we should
It is good to be calm and it is
Good to be cool
But being calm at bedtime oh yes indeed
Dreaming of going to space to play around with the dead
Like my uncle Stan and ray
And my good old dad
It is really good to be calm
At bedtime
And think about the parties
You will have and don’t forget to say as you are planning to go to bed it is a happy thing to be
Welcome to Australia Britain
Or France i turned to the party
In my underpants just my underpants nothing more
If you plan a good birthday party
Plan it after bed
Because you will get really tired
Oh yeah my Aunty said
You see plan your life never turn back yeah mate yeah it is fine
It is good to be calm at bedtime
Dreaming of silly things as well as smart
Getting drunk in methane smoothies and you feel very cool
You will always break the golden golden rule
Being calm at bedtime is cool
Don’t you think
Welcome to Australia Britain or France I turned up to my party in my underpants just my underpants nothing more
Nothing more nothing less
It puts me to the test
You see being cool at bedtime
Oh yeah that sounds fine
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
I WANT TO TEASE YOU, TEASE YOU I SHALL, YOU ARE SPASTIC, DUDE I HATE YA
HANG ON, YOUR NOT LIKE YOUR NANNA, LET’S TEASE THIS SHYPERSON, BUDDY
HE IS FALLING ASLEEP, TEASE THIS SHY PERSON
I SAID, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, YA SEE, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, AND ALLOW YOU TO TEASE ME WITH THE COSMOS
YOU SEE, LET’S TIE THE SHYPERSON UP, AND THROW HIM TO THE ALIENS’
YEAH, I AM HAVING FUN TEASING BRIAN ALLAN DEAR CHILD
YOU SEE, I CAN SEE THE MEDICATION MAKING YA TIRED
YOU SEE, ATHENA CAME UP AND PUT METHANE IN MY MOUTH AND TOLD THIS DWEEB THAT
YOU REALLY CAN FIX YA TEETH IN THE COSMOS, IF YA TAKE THE RIGHT MEDICATION
I SAID, I AM WATCHING SOME SNACK OFF COOKING SHOW, IT’S PRETTY RADICAL
IT’S ABOUT THE LATE NIGHT SNACKS PEOPLE HAVE, AND WHO CAN MAKE THE BEST MEAL
THE TEASER SAID, TRY AND BE LIKE YOUR NANNA, CAUSE YOUR NOT LIKE YA NANNA
YA LIKE US, CAUSE YA HOUSE IS MESSY, I AM SURE OF IT
BRIAN ALLAN SAID, CAN YOU LET ME GO, AS HE WAS TIED UP IN THE NEPTUNE PUB
BY OSAMA BIN LADEN AND THE GUY WHO NICKED HIS LINCH IN THE 1970S
IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GET HIM, REALLY, WELL, IT’S NOT, BUT NOBODY WANTS TO, YA KNOW DO HARM
YA SEE BRIAN JUMPED UP AND SAID, **** OFF, YA NOT GETTING ME, YA ****
AND THEN THE GUY WHO NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, NO BUDDY, YOU ARE WITH ME FOREVER
WE’LL MAKE YOU TIRED, AND THEN SEND YOU TO HELL, WHICH IS THE SUN
BUT EVERYONE SLEEPS THEIR WAY TO FIGHT THE PERSON WHO IS KILLING BRIAN WHERE THEY WANT HIM
YOU SEE THEN SLIM DUSTY SAID I GUESS IT’S LONESOME AWAY FROM YOUR KINDRED AND ALL
FROM THE DUSTY OUTBACK TO THE GREAT CONCERT HALL,THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE A DRINK WHICH
IS MORBID OR DREAR, IT’S SITTING PLAYING POOL IN A PUB WITH NO BEER
I AM GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH, NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH WHERE WE HAVE FUN, YEAH
WE’RE GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, THE PLACE WITH THE MOST METHANE SMOOTHIES, YEAH
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, I WOULD LOVE TO DRINK BEER WITH HIM
WE DRINK IN MODERATION, DUDES, AND NEVER, NO NEVER, GET ROLLING DRUNK
WE DRINK ALL OVER THE COSMOS, WHERE THE ATMOSPHERE IS SUPERB
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, CAUSE THAT’S FAR FROM ABSURD
AND THEN BARRY ALLAN CAME UP AND SANG 1 2 3 4 YOU SCHITZOPHRENIC, FROM YA FIRST DIAGNOSIS TO YA CURRENT SITUATION
WITH MEDICATION, YOU CAN GET REFORMED, OH YEAH MATE YEAH YOUR SCHITZOPHRENIC
DAD SAID, I AM NOT GOING YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY, ANYMORE, DON’T BE SHY BRIAN, TEASE MY NEXT LIFE’S NAME
I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU TEASE, ME, BUT DON’T FORGET THAT GIRLS AND BOYS ARE EQUAL, OK
THEN THE GUY THAT NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, OK, WE’LL LEAVE YA ALONE, YA NOT LIKE US, BUDDY, OK
JUST REMEMBER, ME, IF YA EVER TRY TO BE LIKE US, YOU WHEN YA LIVED IN WOODBERRY, I’LL TEASE YA AGAIN, OK
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
So you love bananas ?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So you love bananas ?
Or is it just the colour ?
Yellow I think you would say.
Only if you leave them too long
Usually they will turn brown.
Loving the shape is such fun
One can laugh at the smiley face
Very nice smoothies to taste
Every bananas a hero to breakfast
Backed up with wheatbix n milk
And cut up with bowls of porridge
Nana loves to eat it with Phil.
As you Child so love bananas
Next time that you join us for tea
And let us all praise all bananas
So good for both you and for me. !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A poem Phil wrote for Barbara’s grandson.
At Lions gate 8/8/17.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
In the summer
on the sidewalk
I will drink water
filled with matches
while ******* a copper penny
between tongue and front teeth
When my sister calls my name from
across the street
I'll look up, startled;
bite down
and it will hurt
more than that time I
cut my cheek while chewing
bits of shattered peach pit
from the blender
where you make smoothies
in the summer
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
Drowning in cake
and strawberry
smoothies Ah,
what a
l
o
v
e
l
y
way to go
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
I will never be able to eat a grapefruit again without thinking of you.
I remember when I used to hate that sour flesh
It made the sides of my mouth turn down
on their own,
biting into that bitterness and tasting its wicked juice.
I liked sweet things, the sweeter the better,
piled five packets of refined sugar into my coffee,
(they're tiny, right?)
sprinkled sugar onto my vegetables to make them go down better,
skipped dinner for dessert.
But you couldn't handle the sweet,
you protested every time
I tried to feed you a treat.
It made your stomach turn and your teeth hurt.
I couldn't understand it.
but the meals cycled on
like everything else we shared,
and slowly our tastes circled in from
opposite ends of the spectrum.
Nowadays,
I'll eat my grapefruit with a bit of sugar,
and you'll take your smoothies with a bit of lime,
And everything we share together will be sweet and sour
all at once,
The most beautiful flavor I've ever had.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
i met you when love tasted like yellow teeth and ash.
i met you when kisses felt like cold cement and paper cuts.
i met you when company felt like a hand around my throat
where every minute company's grip was tightening.
i met you when kisses reminded me of breaching anxiety.
i met you - and love suddenly tasted like sleepless nights and sunrise.
i met you - and kisses felt like fresh orange juice and vanilla ice cream.
i met you - and company felt like hummingbird wings
beating 100 times per second.
i met you - and kisses began to remind me of all my favorite things.
your kisses remind me of candied rose petals and berry smoothies.
your kisses remind me of vibrating leaves and vocal wind chimes
(like your voice in the morning).
your kisses remind me of light refraction on water
and clear constellations.
so i'd like to admit that i've never loved anyone as much as i do you -
as i've never met anyone who makes me believe that it is more than just a
natural occurrence of being human,
that it is more than a feeling
but a force,
an alignment of brainwaves and breastbones
on an axis that holds time still,
in the warmest parts of your memory.
like your warm breath that melts the bumps on my legs
from the cold in the season we met in -
where love began to taste like morning dew
and feel like spring.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Hi everybody I am Briano alliano
And today I have a few poems and jingles for you
Here they are
I love to party up here on Saturn
Enjoying life, mate pretty ****** cool
I drink methane smoothies
And I really really enjoy it yeah
And I have a few fly burgers to share
They are good enough to eat
Eat eat eat
They are such a tasty treat
Treat treat treat
Covid can be annoying
I wish it would go away
Just imagine no afl grand final
In Melbourne that will be a shame
But we must be fucken careful
Oh yeah mate oh yeah
John Howard is in hospital
How long will he be there for
Well some say it is payback
For all the problems he caused the poor
Hey hey baby oh yeah
We must party on oh yeah
Get down to the ground yeah
Everyone party oh yeah mate
We must party oh yeah
And never stop
Our next song is c’mon Aussie c’mon Aussie c’mon
The virus is causing problems for the afl
And keeping out of Victoria will be a shame
Politicians arguing with each other
Like they normally do yeah
Even Barnaby Joyce has to say his piece
Yes an Aussie killed his victims in Christchurch but there is a lot of hurt
Well, he is the biggest **** you ever see
Yes c’mon Aussie c’mon oh yeah
C’mon Aussie c’mon
We must stay in Australia but what happens if you don’t
You end up getting hemeroids up the ***
And then footballers breaking covid 19 laws they just want to go somewhere to drink their beer
That is Australia for ya
Yes go home and your mama
Yes that is so cool yeseree
C’mon Aussie c’mon
Party on Aussie party
Just c’mon Aussie
C’mon oh yeah let’s crack open a beer
And PARTY
The next song is rock and roll devil
I am the devil incarnate
And his advocate
I tell the devil what to do
I stick up for him every day
I know a lot of people don’t believe in him
And a lot of people think he is evil yeah
But when you say you are the devil
You must think
About what your saying
Think about what you are doing
You must party all night
Some people call that the devils work
But that is a load of crap
Like a tree exploding sap
And the devil is told he doesn’t exist
So he brought out his bible
But that was burnt about 1500 years ago
And that is a sign he doesn’t exist
And that makes me the devils advocate to the Christians eyes
Thank you everyone
PARTY ON DUDES
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
1. Although you aren't a big eater, you snack on several unhealthy foods.
2. Your middle name is Andrew.
3. You thought a 'henna' was pronounced 'hyena'.
4. Watermelon flavored gum is your favorite.
5. You are 5,8"
6. You always come to my home games, even when you miss a few important plays.
7. You're #5 usually, but you are #10 when you wear the maroon jerseys.
8. You know the lyrics to my favorite Taylor Swift song.
9. You are a huge fan of the Jags.
10. When you were 8 years old, your family forgot you to your own birthday dinner.
11. You notice different things I do with my eyeliner.
12. You draw stupid things in Spanish class.
13. Your favorite place to eat is Rib City.
14. You don't ever mind buying me smoothies.
15. You always put your hand on my thigh when we watch scary movies.
16. You remember it was a Friday in which you asked me out.
17. Although you own several t-shirts, you don't own any Florida Gator hoodies.
18. But you call yourself a fan.
19. You weren't impressed with Mockingjay Pt. 1.
20. I cannot stop thinking about you, especially on Saturday nights when I am not with you.
21. We have the same scar on our left hands and our ring fingers.
22. You take pictures of me when I'm not looking, but you delete them when I ask you to.
23. You have never told me I'm stupid, even when I am.
24. You don't like the beach.
25. You always wait for me at the end of class so we can walk together.
26. You remember what color shoes I wear on important days.
27. You don't get mad at me when I miss important parts of your game, as long as I am there.
28. You give me more hugs from behind than you do regular hugs.
29. Kisses on the cheek make you smile.
30. No one has ever been on my mind more than you.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
We eat the kale and the smoothies
We love the goji berries
We bathe in the chia seeds
Oh I can't I have to go to yoga
Oh no I can't do that either,
I have to feed the cat
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Yes it's an image
It's not a photo
I am a photographer don't you understand
Because I am art
I am also an individual
Yep I'm different to you
Wow
My Thoughts
Wow
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC