pocket lint

18. 19. 97.



When do things start slipping from our mind?
I'm 18 and half of my childhood slipped long ago.
I remember her bright eyes.
I remember Mr. Okey
I remember his warm smile.
I remember 4 square.
I remember loud laughs and full belly's.
I remember the scraps and cuts that were more valuable than gold.
I remember my last day.
I remember fresh watermelon.
I remember puppy breath and soft kisses.
I remember DC's and how cool I thought I was for owning them.
I remember being afraid of getting my first bra.
I remember thinking everyone was kind.
I remember when boys were finally cured from the cooties.
I wish boys wouldn't have been.

As I try to remember things are still slowly slipping. Falling from my mind and becoming pocket lint.
As I search my jeans I find so many memories.
My 6th kiss.
The second day of high school.
My 9th time at space camp.
All our old inside jokes
How insecure I was
How beautiful my sister was
Notes about my first crush
How excited I was to get my drivers license
My second flight on an airplane
Peeta Mellark
The first time I held hands
The first day without recess
How it felt to have braces
How far 20 seemed.
My obsession with the Jonas Brothers
How far 20 seemed.

Maybe I'll never throw my jeans away again.

Him

I know I always write about love but I'm 18 with the stars in my eyes.

And he's younger but his heart seems to be synchronized to mine.

My mom always told me love made the world go 'round so maybe that's why my heart is two sizes too large.

I don't blame her for having a picture of you in her room.

Because you kiss me like I'm your entire universe.

You speak of me like the Ocean speaks of the shore.

My fingers get tangled in your hair and your words.

You're..... most...... beautiful..... seen..... thing....... the...... I've..........ever...... beautiful...... beau........

I know I always write about love but I'm 18 with the stars in my eyes.

He looks really good in the color gray and smiles with his entire face.

He sings but only at night time

My eyes study him for hours. I still have 4 F's.

His hands are the Milky Way holding me in his universe for days.

And I think I'm falling in love with him. 

My mind tries to explain the song my heart is softly singing.

You're.....and......incredible.....stars.....my......in.......the......and.....I.........eyes.......love.........you.

raps pt. 2

I'm sitting here all alone 

Wondering, how I got so old

I turn 18 in 6 days 

The club will truly be going up on a Tuesday

High school has gone so fast

But let's be real it still sucks assssk

Me how often I go to class 

I only go to class where we spit sick raps

Remember the days when Math made sense

And the world ended at your picket fence

I miss the snacks the naps the picture books

I'm not sure how I'll survive in a world full of crooks

Don't be fooled I'm as bad as an Nicki

I'm smooth on the mic just like Biggie

Nelson thanks for a safe place to write and spit 

I hope to see you all after May 30th