Look At Her

I may not know much about her but I know that she’s mentioned after each peddle

Gets removed from all dozen and a half red flowers.

Stern expression hits her face,

I wonder if she see me looking at her?

Perfume, strong but sweet, kissed my nostrils like cartoon steam.

Her eyes majestic spaces filled with wonderment,

A smile that astonishes,

A mind full of intellect and beauty

And a body that follows it.

Sense of style that anyone could fall in love with.

A laugh, charismatic and joyous

A voice, angelic and boisterous

I’m captivated by her mere presence

And I can’t help it but something about her has me contemplating.

Vivid thoughts of what would happen if I told her everything

I’m feeling at this exact moment.

Feelings of feeling complete and I know I may be jumping the gun at this second

But I can’t help but mention that her mere essence is something so precious.

Something special that burrows itself deep inside of my mind…

The Girl with the Glasses

I saw you from a distance. Straight locks of brownish-blackish hair just resting past your shoulders. Glasses placed on your forehead, eyes tired after what I can only assume was a long day. Smile slowly fading, tough times cloud your judgment, stress levels over 9000. The little time it took from laughing and joking around to my mind consumed with images of your smile was surprising even for me. Even last night when I was completely inebriated, I couldn’t help but think of you and what you were up to. Maybe it was the feeding off of the goofiness from one another or the fact that you’re totally different than everyone else and I know I say that a lot but this is the first time I’ve meant it. You have an interesting mentality, the go all or go home attitude, what started off as fun quickly turned competitive, basketball games tend to do that. I’m corrupted by the corpses of past relationships but when I look at you it feels like we’re in sync. Swimming towards positive things, hearts on our sleeves, time on our wrists, and I promise you that if/when we eventually do become something, I will fight to maintain it. I believe that we can really be something special. 

Hunger For More

A friend of mine refused to eat the remainder of a pizza because there was no pepperoni on it. She said that a pizza without pepperoni is just bread with cheese, so I told her that “we are poor college kids.” Sometimes you have to fucking worry about eating because you are one, watching your money and two, trying to finish all of your assignments on time while trying to have a social life and decent sleep schedule, you have no time to eat and when you do it’s all bad shit. My roommate has had at least 2-4 all nighters; I have gone with no sleep once in my lifetime and I barely functioned. I can’t even imagine going to class and trying to take a quiz. I praise people that can do that because they are striving for what they want to achieve even if it means hallucinating due to lack of zzz's. The poor diet of a college kid is due to the levels of stress going into their body. Why else would energy drinks and Top Ramen be a part of the meal plan? I knew that school would push me to my limit but is this shit supposed to take this big of a toll on you?