Dear residents of Paris

Dear residents of Paris

Most of you know My pen name is Casper Wyatt 

What you didn't know 

is I almost went by the name

 Davis Tolley 

And that a coin flip 

was the deciding factor 

But I'm so so so glad I went by casper

I hoped a few of you 

would believe I was a guy

But I also hoped a few of you would realize I wasn't

Because I've never been good at lying

My real name is Mallary 

But that never felt real

Or maybe it was just that it felt too real

My older brother and my dad call me malla

And that feels right

But casper feels almost just as good

I know I don't talk to people a lot

I know I'm quiet

And a nerd

And not that good at this class

But I loved my stay in our hotel in Paris

And I loved spending it with all of you

I consider all of us friends  

But you would probably think that's weird 

Especially because I probably only said a few words to most of you

But thank you for this year

Thank you for reading 

Commenting

And writing 

I'm so sad we will all be moving away from our spot in Paris 

But I'd rather have a home here 

than continue on in our hotel.

And the moon still shines just as brightly

In fact I'm hoping for a good view

So please don't give up your spots in Paris 

Because you are too good to leave

And I've always been bad at goodbyes

When God made you

Baby your heart is a road map

I made all kind of turns 

And read all the street names

But never manage to get anywhere 

Because it's hard to put life on a paper

And it's hard to read a person

And although I had you all mapped out

I've never been very good 

at following maps

And I've always been good at getting lost

Just like i get lost In your eyes

But a different kind of lost

More like a suffocating 

Drowning 

Lost

My consciousness fully submerged 

And subdued 

By the seemingly endless blue

Blue like the ocean in movies

Blue like the sky

And blue like blue birds 

Because they love you too

Your hands are tools

Worn out

But precious 

Creative

And Constructive

But still tender

Your presence 

A magnet

Because sometimes 

I get captivated

By just being with you 

Drawn closer 

and closer

And when you pull away 

Just before hugging me tight

I feel a little more empty inside

Your hair

A river 

Soft

Smooth 

Refreshing

Addictive

Your smile

Is a jack hammer

Or a boxer's punches

But it deal out massive blows

And knocks me out for the count.

And darling I can tell 

God worked really hard 

on the day he made you

And he must have burned the midnight oil

Just to finish in time

Because to God 

You must have been my poetry

Because you were worth it

And I know I don't speak this way to you

But that's because 

I have the courage of a chicken nugget

And the self esteem of one too

And maybe 

if you realized how good you are 

You wouldn't be you

So I'll keep saying your amazing

And that I love you

But please cherish the poems like this one

Because they are the truth.

Abstract identity (cole)

First off reading your poetry is one of the few times hearing the f word is super exciting. 

It kind of reminded me of listening to good music because it gets to a point where it's just a part of the art style and it doesn't matter because it's so beautiful.

I love the rythem of all of your writing. I can imagine you reading it out loud every time I read it. 

I love the amount of rhyming in it and how it's could be rap but also could not depending on how it's read. 

I loved how developed your vocabulary is. It puts mine to shame and it makes me wish mine was bigger. 

I love that all these things work so well together instead of becoming a jumbled up mess. (Like it would if I tried)

 I love the feelings behind each line and that its so authentic. 

Also as a side note I love how you dealt with that crappy comment. Never lose your self confidence. 

Ps you should really post more of your writing.

Pps. Sorry if the spelling and punctuation on this is totally off I had it written up but forgot to type it up until just now and I'm half asleep.

A post I would recommend you use is variant. (http://abstractidentity.blogspot.com/2015/02/variant.html?m=1)

I really like it and all of your other pieces as well. So it is really hard to choose another.