hide and seek.

it's summer. i'm tripping until june 6th when i leave for ATL. so until then...random spurts of poems that hopefullyyyyyy i can manifest into something decent during the school year. after LSATs of course. but thats another story.

hide and seek

i've spent the better part of my
adolescent and young adult life
yearning for
the bad boys with sick wheels
the pseudo - intellectuals
the captains of the football team
the poets with no substance
the XYZ strolling at the party
the rapper with one mixtape out
and every time they've been
piss poor porta potties
full of themselves
from everyone's shit

and the past three years
in the gates of black and gold
the same story has been told
year in and year out but
some how some way
our paths must have crossed a hundred times
and my eyes were fixed on
an aluminum and tinfoil prize while the treasure
walked briskly down the promenade
head buried in his chemistry book
late for class

and i cant help but wonder if you're
a figment of my imagination
an mirage for my parched soul and
wounded ego but from where i'm standing
you look like the real thing
and i think that is what scares me the most

because
maybe i'm destined to marry a poet like me
and have him whisper sweet nothings
that dance in one ear and drudge out the other
maybe i'm destined to marry a businessman
who only speaks NYSE and WSJ
and looks up occasionally from his Economist
maybe i'm one of those girls
who get what they thought they wanted
because they didn't keep their eyes on the prize
like martin suggested so long ago

but now i see
that the beautiful blinding truth
with a beautiful blinding white smile
has been walking past me for semesters now
chocolate coated skin encompassing his frame

and i feel like i'm too late
but i can't help but look. and sneak a peak
here you've been for the longest time
while i've been playing hide and seek

weddings.

there's something about a white dress
and everyone standing up
on their tippy tip toes stretching
to get a good look at you and
a good vertical headshot to put on
facebook/myspace/twitter
while you walk down the aisle with
your daddy

and you reach him
the man that you dreamed of
who seemed to have manifested himself
from old games of M.A.S.H. at 7th grade slumber parties
and now he is here in front of you
professing to the whole world that
you are his lady
you're everything he needs
and more
[he wanted you to walk down
the aisle to that song but you
said if he wants to marry luther
he could play it all he wants]

and then you kiss and then
you take pics and then
the reception is next
your uncles are drunk and toasting
to everyone and anyone who is listening
and his evil great aunts are whispering
in the corner about how the flowers in
the centerpiece arent classically tasteful
but it doesnt even matter
on a day like today you have
the rest of your lives to deal with the
mundane