Real Talk

Commencement Speech

Welcome Class of *glances at banner* 2014.

I'll keep this short for all of you who have some party to go to.

Many of you are probably wondering who I am right about now.

No, I'm not your valedictorian.

No, I'm not famous.

No, I have no idea who any of you are.

Yes, I did wander up here looking for the bathroom.

Yes, I'll shortly be removed by security.

But before that. I have something to say to all of you people.

Pretend you're in a movie.

Just do it, be the main character.

The one that takes risks, jumps out of planes, drives fast, loves the girl/guy, etc. You know, that one.

*UNFINISHED SECTION*

This is your call to adventure.

Can't you hear it?

Go, run, do, fly, sleep, hell do something you've never done.

All the seasons of your Tv show are over. All four years.

Now it's time for the movie to start.

So please, silence your cell phones, stand up, get out there, and hold on tight.

*Get's tackled by security*

That Feeling

Can I just write (say) something here?

Out of all of this. Every day I've had this thing.

I just want to make you feel something.

I want you to feel that feeling I get when I hear, read, sing, or see something that leaves me thinking.

You know what I'm saying, right?

Lights, camera, action, satisfaction. That's what I want you to feel.

It's the same feeling that makes me write these words. I don't even know where it comes from, but I want you to have it. That's all.

Because I'm here. And I feel it.

the moon.

i wanna feel alive.

I also want to know what that means.

Now, I'm not saying I feel dead.

…Because I don't.

I'm just not sure what feeling alive is.

is it every time i take a breath or feel my skin touch something?

is it adrenaline?

is it something that i haven't felt?

is it the feeling i get when my eyes reach hers?

I don't know. But I'll find out. Maybe.

I'm Jealous

He writes the things I wish I could say.

Yet another sad chair

How To Graduate From Highshcool

Step 1

-Enroll

Step 2

-Do whatever you're assigned to do (preferably well). Don't procrastinate.

Step 3

-Repeat step two until someone hands you a diploma.

I remember.

I remember wishing I could remember more.

Ever felt that?

You know, you go back and think about something from the past. Good or bad, doesn't matter. But you just can't quite remember it the way it deserves to be. 

The past is the past.

Memories are smoke from the fire. You can tell where it comes from, but it can never be the same again.

I remember Pokemon on saturday. Feet up, head back. The proximity of the TV close enough for parental objection.

I remember seeing the stars up close for the first time. They were painted on my bedroom wall. Not nearly as hot as I imagined.

I remember a square NES controller and a rocking chair. AKA Grandma's house.

I remember a forest that went on forever, but I wasn't allowed to go past the creek.

I remember that first girl. Pink and cartwheels. Not even a name.

I remember meeting said girl years later by chance. Still can't remember her name.

-FLASH FORWARD-

I remember feeling like I could't breath. Side effects of living at sea level for three years, I guess.

I remember being momentarily suspended between the mountains. Nowhere to go but up.

I remember longboards and pizza. At least I can remember that girl's name. You know, because she's my best friend now.

I remember feeling like I was drowning. Side effects of living at five thousand feet for three years, I guess.

I remember the day I realized that up there nothing matters. It's all just a show.

I remember being puzzled by how a few feet could make such a difference to the rate my heart beat.

I remember being devastated by the inches between our lips, because I knew it would never be the same again.

I reme-

Stop.

You have to stop remembering. If you keep going like this, you'll never quit.

Stop paying attention to the smoke. It can be intoxicating, I know. But if you don't stop the fire will.

And without the fire,

there's no more smoke.

If you don't start looking forward and living, there won't be anything worth remembering.

I remember.

Black Out Poetry