Hikus!
Craving.
A sliced brioche roll
hungry for a fine slider
caramelized onion.
Walking.
Gust wind blowing east
cherry blossoms surrounding
the sun is shining
Front row seats to my life. In my semester course of creative writing I will be using my blog to write deep thoughtful literature that will portray the emotions I emanate.
Hikus!
Craving.
A sliced brioche roll
hungry for a fine slider
caramelized onion.
Walking.
Gust wind blowing east
cherry blossoms surrounding
the sun is shining
“I Am Poems”
I am
Salt, Fridays, and Good times.
I like the sound of a sizzle and laughable memories.
Honesty, Integrity, and Humor are important to me.
I am a great friend.
I sometimes over judge
but its because of that I have solid friends.
Like a giraffe I can always see the bigger picture.
Through the hardships I hope to find fulfillment.
I wish to have stronger faith.
This is me. I am.
-Jp Yost
Seattle, WA
Things I learned last year
(with apologies to William Stafford)
by Jp Yost
Mayfly, when they reach adult hood,
it’s thirty minutes to a twenty-four.
Sometimes its better to learn from others
specially if its on mistakes.
A man in a kitchen
always cooking something up.
He will cook you something but
he’ll charge you for cooking school.
Rules are rules, meant to be followed,
Though they’re always broken.
If I ever die I’d like it to be
a setting, sun, on a grassy hill in the middle of fall. That way,
when the leaves fall, I’ll have warm colors to go with me, and
forever will I lay in my favorite quarter of the game.
In the moment in time, deciding whether left or right
you take a leap based on faith.
Believe in it cause its time that’s unrecoverable.
“I Am Poems”
I am
Salt, Fridays, and Good times.
I like the sound of a sizzle and laughable memories.
Honesty, Integrity, and Humor are important to me.
I am a great friend.
I sometimes over judge
but its because of that I have solid friends.
Like a giraffe I can always see the bigger picture.
Through the hardships I hope to find fulfillment.
I wish to have stronger faith.
This is me. I am.
-Jp Yost
Seattle, WA
Character Sketch
Driving back to Seattle from weeks worth of adventures from Southern California. Nacho is driving, Sonya is in the passenger seat, and I’m straight lounging in the back seat enjoying the true hip-hop music. People think hip-hop is rap, rap is not hip-hop, though rap did branch of hip-hop but that doesn’t make rap hip-hop in any way what so ever. Rap just straight talks about drugs, sex, the size of their bling, who they’re going to kill next, and did I mention the size of their bling? See hip-hop in the other hand talks more about the struggles of life, their sort of lifestyle from graffiti to b-boying, and all that historical scene with a twist with words they us. And that my friend, is just scratching the very surface of it. But enough of this music talk, I’m here to tell you about our adventures.
It took us nearly four days to reach SoCal, after seven different rest stops, five gasoline stations, two motels, and one tire change, we made it all in one piece. It was a great drive there; we shared a lot of laughs, tears, and angry words with each other, It’s funny cause in that short amount of time we became so close to each other that if you ask one of use to write a autobiography about each other we would have wrote pretty much the same book. We got to know each other in a whole another level. It’s almost as if we knew each other from day one. In the last night we planned which spots we were going to hit up, first we are heading to L.A., then Long Beach, Hollywood, Universal Studios, and just some other hidden spots where we can just chill, take pictures and tear it up with our skateboards.