#RealTalk

Song of The Day: England - The National 
(Coming to Twilight Concert Series in SLC August 1st)

Here's a quote that I felt was applicable to this prompt:

“It’s easy to take off all your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams.. Now that’s being naked.”

and with that, here's my post kids. 

There's a kid we all know, one with green eyes and red hair. He's a likable character but sometimes you only see what's on the outside. He walks like he's got some place to be. He has funny little freckles that are hard to see, but they're there, trust me.

He digs his elbows in, and he wants the world all to himself.
He's a god fearin' man, but he ain't about to preach to the choir.
He doesn't laugh much, but when he does, he laughs for a reason, like the Earth, the Earth that laughs once a year around spring time, the Earth that laughs flowers. He finds it hard to wake up every morning and convince himself that he is different than every other pile of bones walkin' this rock we call home.He knows he's nothin' special, and He tries to hard but there's something out there for Him he can feel it in his veins.

There's an anxiousness in his stomach all the time and sometimes he can't eat, and sometimes he writes like it's his last day and sometimes he really thinks it's his last day. But he's not selfish.

He doesn't like being touched by people he doesn't like and he likes the taste of fresh mountain air on his lungs after a long dose of velvet pages full of beautiful words.
He watches close and learns quick.

He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he could rip the shed walls down, without disturbing the tools inside.

He wishes he had her, sequoia limbs, West coast lips, East coast wrists and diamond eyes and all in his arms, the arms which look much bigger in the mirror than they do in real life. They will run together, socks up to their knees, hands out like wings through the trees without touching them. He's no snake handler but He would hold her tight like the gentle shore and the fine sand. She is his royalty and his goosebumps. He has never met her, but when he does she'll say "I love you the way I bruise without touching, and the way you forget my birthday but bring me flowers the day after." (He'll laugh and say He would never forget her birthday, but he will.)

That's how He'll know She Is The One.

He knows that someday the world will be his, but for know he's just writing rhymes on napkins, crackin spines, takin names and reading out loud.
Love Always,
                   Zack "Alexander James" Taylor

 

"Wander" is my Mantra

I wrote a poem about you, and then threw it away, 

 because that’s the last thing I need right now:

 More words dedicated to someone who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

D, D, D, Dialogue

gather round, gather round.
let's go up the canyon and make a fire. we'll make smores and stuff.

do you ever feel like... like youre wandering? i feel like that. the good kind of wandering, meeting people and seeing things. it's a cool smooth kind of freedom and i am scared it will kill me someday but you have to be dying to learn how to live. and im just 18. im just a kkid.

i used to have a stutter. i, i, i, couldnt p, p, p, pronounce my sy, sy, syntax. i would come home after a vicious day in 5th grade or 4th grade and tell my mom 'th th th they take the w, w, w, words out of m, m, my mouth.'
my mom would hug me and id cry and go to school the next day.

Drugs.

If I could 

I would take that smile 

and inject it directly into my blood stream

My parents warned me about drugs in baggies

sold on the street.

 But never the ones with teeth

and a heartbeat.

I rememberz

I remember weslie in 1st grade, he became my friend without asking and my mom made me play with him. His mom drove an orange truck, his dad was an electritian and we had creamies on a tree stump.
I remember My first poem, and how you told me how good it was, and I remember how young we were, this was before college.
I remember the day I wanted to write, so you'd like me a little. She's definitly why I started.
I remember my dad showing me myspace and how he said this will be big someday.
I remember Kogan pooped his pants in 4th grade and then in 6th he was popular. He thinks people forgot, but I remember.
I remember the playlist for us: New Perspective - Panic! At the Disco and Here in My Arms - HelloGoodbye
I remember when my dad gave me the talk and how all I could think about was how dogs do it and the organ concert after the talk about organs and the drive home.
I remember the first panic attack. and the second. and the third. and the fourth. and I remember how I promise myself I won't get that low every again, then I do and I remember how frustrated I get, and I remember when I yelled at my mom and it scared the hell out of both of us.
I remember New York.
I remember the crying in the swing after every girls choice dance I didn't get asked to.
I remember nostalgia and how it went away with the medication.
I remember spring break and how effed up it was, and I remember vowing not to take what the doctors gave me ever.
I remember that one rainy day and how perfect it was. We were all friends. No one had a job, no one had responsibility, not a care in the world.
I should have kissed that night in the truck. I was too coward.

With Love Always, Alex