this isn't about the blue motor scooter in my garage

dear Mr. Kyle Nelson and Mr. Colby Barton and A4 creative writing class (and anyone else reading this),

i'm afraid to share my writing and especially out loud. I tried to come up with some possible reasons as to why that is:

1. I've had bad experiences sharing in the past, and I just think of myself reading in a bad way. because I know I look nervous, I sound nervous, and me knowing that I am nervous makes me even more nervous?

2. maybe it's the (idea of a) podium? 

3. because "poetry" and "slam poetry" are different, and I don't think I write slam poetry- so when I say it out loud, it doesn't sound as good as when you read it in your head?

4. because it's personal, it's from the heart. people might not understand, even though you hear it all the time and it's so "relatable" and so *snaps* and so "uuNNH" 

5. I don't know

black⬛️⬛️out

"he spent Wednesday up the canyon"

"I use less. I like that."

"his plan threatened Barack Obama"

"some losers: they make the partyers unravel"

"depression joined her for several years. she had survived"

closing statements

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4y73LRXALJU



"Hi im zac ford
But you might know me as “Sir Edmund Hillary”
I chose the name Sir Edmund Hillary because he climbed mountains and did hard things.
In this class, I wanted to “climb mountains” and do hard things.
Obviously I couldn’t have made it to the summit without my “Sherpa” Mr. Nelson.

A bit about me:?
I’ve kissed as many girls as I am years alive
And I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I like to take pictures but I defiantly don’t consider myself a photographer
I have weighed 116 pounds for 10 months
And I have 10 pairs of shoes.
I don’t think im afraid of being “who I am”
And my friends say that I am “good at doing things im not supposed to”.
I wear classes when I drive
And I don’t really like Christmas or my birthday or physical contact or swimming.
I think for the most part I am glad I took this class and shared my writing and got feedback.
Thank you for reading my blog and/or watching this video,
“its time” to “become one” and “reach your peak”
thank you"

#sorry
this doesn't really explain who i am

my heart isn't multicolored

"This is your heart"

october 29, 2015

tibblefork reservoir

american fork canyon, utah

Soul(ful) Notes

I got the words "step sister" on my first blue ticket.  I don't have a step sister, so I decided to get a new ticket:
#tourist

"Soul" 

I actually hate the word soul.
I also hate the words, "darling", "vibes", and "rad".

if "eyes are the windows to the soul" and I have brown eyes, does that mean I have a shitty soul?
does that mean I share similar souls with more that fifty percent of the world?

I know that your eyes are blue,
and I know you're afraid of the water,
and I know that you're afraid of what's inside
and so am I

you have an entire ocean inside you, and I can't swim.



Lose Your Soul - Dead Man's Bones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k022p_VPUbM

how to be a tourist

you post on your blog late

you play/text on your phone all class period

you talk when someone else is

you don't share out loud

you don't push/test yourself

you don't comment on blogs

you come to class late (often)

you don't come to class at all

you don't have fun

you care about what other people think (too much)

you rush writing your posts

your five extra pages are lousy

I know, for I am one

I was afraid to post this

I'm afraid of why people hate themselves

I'm afraid of aging

I'm afraid of sleeping

I'm afraid of my drafts

I'm afraid of what I can't say