What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?

My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

Next Next Next Next

Tú no eres mi señora, pero
Tú no eres Dios, pero a veces te ruego
Entra y sale, to' los males
Pensaba que te había olvidao

Copying songs
Summer time is meant to fall in love
Summer time is meant to fall in love
A love no one could deny
(I will always love you)
Summer after high school; we make out in your mustang

Now I'm feeling guilty for it
Didn't want to leave
But But But
I just want your empathy
You don't have to say nothin'
I'd walk through fire for you; let me adore you
I'd walk through fire slipping through my finger like sand

I can't get my head around it
Why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Only fools fall for you
I don't do fake love
I fall in love just a little ol little bit

Moats and boats and waterfalls
Where the hell am I supposed to go?
Not to write another poem about you

I had none of you; none of you; then none of you
Take me back to the lunch we met
Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay
You live in my nightmare state; any time I count shit (count sheep)
Thats the only time we make up
Lasik lasik lasik

Cupid killed me

After I memorized your face
Four years since I've wandered your place
The couch where the cat shit too much

I do love you; I do

Little bit of sadness in me
She's a little bit of velcro
Sometimes she gets to all of us
Makes me want to crawl to bed

Don't you think it's funny; don't you think it's funny
You can play this at my funeral
I'm in paradise with Sad
Know that I tried but the words always got in the way

Another night, hasn't changed
These are what they call hard feelings
Dig into my shoulder blades
Leave when the sun goes down

Sad hours; twenty four seven is sad hours
I'm sad; i'm sad I'm so sad; i'm still sad
When a heartbreaks feels like the world's gone 
(They're all getting married)

Do you feel like shit?
Do you feel ashamed?

Who introduced you to Phoebe Bridges? 


The Pristine Greens

Do you still miss the greens?

Towers of privilege in between alleys

Of individual growth start ups


Do you visit the greens?
Eat at Korean restaurants?
Visit the nearest newest nicest beer garden?
Talk leftist politics in ten dollar mimosa art bars?

Do you see pitched tents at the greens?
And fucking hating them? Hate their owners?
Hate yourself for hating them?
Hate recursive hate?

Do you paint at the greens?
A deep black hole blue?

Do you self-immolate on the greens?
Listen to the whir of the cicadas?
A hellfire chorus
Of sex and death and robots?

Do you take what you learn from the greens?
Buy new gear? Add a new checklist item?
Try a new technique?
One you learned from me?

Do you see the forest from the greens?
Brown swamp water? Redwood trees?
Drowning, tight and stuck?
Ever given evergreen ever glades?

Do you visit the pristine greens?