Write To Fight: Dogtown RD

This was something I wrote a while ago. These poems are a perfect example of how I use daily verses to release emotions and create music. . . Even positive emotions. 

DogTown Rd is the story about how I met my best friend (my sidekick).

 

A couple of years ago, a friend pointed this girl out every weekend. He would go on and on about how gorgeous she was. After hearing about her day after day, I finally was curious enough to go talk to her. I subtly walked up to speak to her friend and tried to slip in some side conversation with her. I did this repeatedly every weekend until I was comfortable enough to talk directly to her. It got to the point where I couldn’t wait for the weekend to come so I could speak to her about how her week went or her future in the wildlife field. The more and more I enjoyed her company, the more I started writing about it. Eventually, I showed her the poems, found out she had a beautiful singing voice, and we turned it into a song.

Hey girl, what’s new It’s been a while I know you’ve been gone for so long But I can’t forget your smile How’s the place, new town, new pace I hope you don’t forget my face It won’t be easy getting replaced Just know I am messing with you You miss all of the clues You are so gullible But I still miss it all I’ll be the shore if you are the ocean I’ll watch your waves crash in slow-motion If you wonder what’s the matter I hate when your warm embrace scatters out

I remember the first day that I looked your way That smile left me without words to say But you had no problem filling the space With the same old things we love talking about Your future with nature and the tree that you’ll help I know that you might think I’m kidding again But I can’t wait to hear about it Every single weekend I dread the day that you ask what’s the deal Because I know that I’ll lie and tell you that I feel like I have to be forever alone As if I’m not waiting for the tide to roll home I’ll be the shore if you are the ocean I’ll watch your waves crash in slow-motion If you wonder what’s the matter I hate when your warm embrace scatters out

I wouldn’t consider this a love story. Today, love is no longer an emotion but a form of currency. Everyone expects a return on their investment. People want something of equal value, as if love is tangible. I don’t barter with my emotions. I only express them. The people I express my feelings to have no obligations or debt, nor are they responsible for my feelings. This is a story about a friend that means the world to me, not a love story.