I hope you’re not just another pretty face. I have an acquired taste so I’m not familiar with the usual. Dolled up girls with cake faces. Head to toe with name brands. LV bags and Prada glass, has so much money but no class. Got her chin up to the sky and her glare down to the ‘unworthy’ public around her. Coke bottle body, pretty much a hottie, but personality is the pits.

I’m down for the humble girls who know that their gorgeous but don’t dare to flaunt it. Natural beauty but can dress up for the best occasions. Intellectual, can get sexual, but you gotta take her out first. She’s not on a first name basis, not falling for guys as soon as their face meets. Digging deeper than the rest just to confirm that he’s worth it but face it…

Not much guys are willing to put in the time for a dime like her. Won’t get the recognition she deserves. But she doesn’t go unheard of.

I pray for the day that met that kind of girl, or maybe I have but just haven’t realized it yet. But patience has yet to prove me wrong.

I see you enter the room from my peripheral and I can’t help but acknowledge you’re in the room but…

I’m too shy to say hi so I guess I’ll keep silent. I’ll glance your way and say nothing of it. I’m sure you noticed my deep stare but please don’t mistake it with glaring at you, just admiring you from afar. Looking at you through reflections to make myself seem less creepy but I’m sure you still catch me. Sitting here wondering if you thing its creepy or cute, I guess I’ll never know since I can’t gather the guts to even talk to you.

Its funny because I know I said I liked you and all, so I presume you’re confused. But let me clear the air just so there is no misunderstanding.

Although you may have said you take a while to like someone I’m determined to make use of time to make you mine. I don’t know why but theres something about you that makes me shy. So the non-existant communication isn’t because I’ve lost hope, but lost words to say.

Gosh. I haven’t felt like this in awhile so please bear with me. If not, just tell me to move on and I’ll be on my way.

But please tell me soon…

As I walk through my school I can’t help but over hear what I don’t want to hear.

Fake girls talking about how the dude over there is cute but they only care about the physical. He’s got tatts, gauges and a snapback on and he believes he’s got his ‘swag’ on but he’s just a mirror image of some other dude. I hear talk of tattoos in the room and they’re saying what would look cool rather than what would it mean to you. 20 years sure its going to sag but you shouldn’t care. Its not for others to gaze upon its for you to remember why you got it. At least have a story behind it and don’t get a pointless koi fish or rose bush. I hear the talk of cars and who’s goes faster and who’s is lower when in this economy wouldn’t you want something that saves you gas rather than filling up every other day? Dudes these days only care about performance rather than gas milage so complain to them when there isn’t any gas left. I’m only stating whats best. I get facebook invites to swungtions and parties and I can’t help but say I have something better to do that get wasted, hook up, and not remember a thing. Waking up with a huge ass headache is not where I want to be. Dry sex on the dance floor is what swanging looks like to me. But I’d rather not say anything to that because time to time, I wouldn’t mind a girls ass on me just for fun. But not every. freaking. day.

The youth these days seem so mindless to me. And its weird to say that I am part of it all, but I am. Just not following the trends.

Idk, today was yet another boring day, yet I’ll make it sound interesting… through poetry… Hopefully.

Just another day today, nothing special or anything in particular, just another day to waste on 8 hours of school, where nothing in lectures seem to relate to the real world.

Kept my head up, sat straight up keeping my eyes open in class, trying to stay awake as the hours pass. What a waste of 8 hours of me just sitting on my ass.

Day dreams kept my mind occupied, no water during class kept my mouth dry, and the teachers words put me to a deep sleep.

Passing periods and bell rings were my saviors. Listening to music as if it were the theme song to my day. High fives and head nods to friends that passed by. Conversations at the locker with the guy who’s name I’ve still failed to remember. Its been 6 months, already halfway passed the trimester since he first said hi. But really when we cross paths, the only thing I could hope for is when we exchanged ‘Bye’s.

Pack up my stuff, throw it on my shoulder like it was nothing. Walk to my car, put the key in, engine revving. Ipod dock plugged in, beats are bumpin. 8 hours wasted on school now time to kick back and relax. Chillin at my house with tumblr and iTunes on… till’ I realize I’ve got some homework to do.

Pause the song, close my windows, open word. Get sidetracked open tumblr up again, post another spoken word. Back to word, fall asleep on the keyboard. Wake up, back to work, then I’m finished. Glance over at the clock… Fuck its 12. Hit the bed, wake up again and repeat.

Till the weekend comes, pray that I’ll make it through the week.