From Ryan's Porch
Pardon the poem.
Slept in till noon
Felt sad and sick
Putzed around till 3
Helping mother try on clothes, father picked out, for a bit.
Went to the Rosen's
Sat on their porch
My life flashed by quickly in the 2015 pictures I had to sort.
Totally insane... Looking at shit
form exactly a year ago
It scared me a bit
How fast time has moved
Felt ready to quit
of my very brief past.
The sun started to set and I set out capture
The clouds and the color and the days mini rapture.
Calib, Patric, Ryan, and I ate tacos and more and I showed them my new machine made white ink,scar. We talked about contracts, which they expressed that they liked, like the whole concept and would be the first to sign.
It was sweet
Dessert was sweeter
Chocolate honey comb, 6425
Picked up Josh
Dropped the boys at their home.
the placement on my writ of a large dinosaur stamp.
Back, we mingled
Till a little tingle to escape sent us off in the woods.
Dylan, Josh, Stephen, Jacob.
Floating a little higher, we mingled again,
this time everyone seemed a bit more like a friend.
Listened to music
Heard Alden was near, a name I taken so much time to forget I'd forgotten he might end up here.
I slowly bolted
My confidence jolted
Drank water with Drew and Stephen joined, keeping me company as we swayed
Watching the show
Later, Dylan and Josh joined, I felt blessed, though I was living out a nightmare of the boy I used to love coming back right after I’d gotten a tattoo commemorating getting over him, it felt a bit like a cruel cosmic test.
so sweet and supportive, I knew I wouldn't crack
I focused on the moment, listened, watched, danced.
We left rather quickly
Drove Josh to Tide Water
Talked to Dylan
Lost and pool
Picked songs for karaoke
was too late, a little optimistic fool.
I slid down on the bar stool, sick apparently, sat coiled up outside trying to asses what was happening to me. Illness obvious in my sunken eyes, face ashen, I was again grateful for my super sweet friends. They helped me go home where this poem began and the night basically ends.
Sitting on my kitchen floor
My sister feeds me rice cakes
Ryan ready to go out the door
They laugh like I'm drunk and super delirious
I think I'm fine, through the queezy headache is a bit mysterious.
I don't like being laughed at? They think someone slipped me drugs
It doesn't matter
'Cus I feel super loved
as they stand all around me, father, Katie, Ryan
I slouch off to bed
Like a giggly floppy drugged up lion.
Day twos done
And it proved:
- I hate sleeping in, it makes me depressed
- I should changed out of pjs because it helpful to be dressed
- I like doing work with out people coming in and out
- Cataloging pictures is difficult and makes me want to pout.
- I love my new little group of del mar surfer boys
- I love Matthew Britt and Josh
The plans now sunsets
and poems that
sum up my day, and list a few of its facts.