you know how when a movie starts, you pay attention to as much as you can and listen intently as to not miss anything or be inadequately introduced to this new little world you are stepping into. and you know how some movies are so good that they have the light, rightly timed humor that everyone can laugh at, and how some can take you from laughter to a point very near tears in a minute... that's what his poems are like. I smile, laugh, feel my insides pull towards the words that stick to my skin like magnets on a fridge, and feel all warm and stuff just by his poems. idk man they're like a really good movie minus the couple hours. you can't help but connect with him just based on the common fact of being a human being.
Rudy Francisco - 17 "If you were to find an old calendar, strap it to a hospital bed Tie it down by its week-ends, and then C-section the belly of 1999 You’d find the 17 year old version of me Back when I was a tsunami of awkward moments Splashing against the shoreline called __________. A young lady, who introduced my jaw to the floor Whenever she floated into our first period classroom This girl, she was a dandelion seed straddling a wish, a dream I never thought would turn flesh and green, but wire hangers like me We don’t become captain of the football team because The only thing that we are good at is Stopping ourselves from saying ‘I like you’ to a girl that Holds the remote control to our smiles So we are just blurry silhouettes Against the backdrop of everything popular Often wearing our skin like a costume of someone we didn’t feel Comfortable pretending to be anyway We swallow earthquakes, and then shrivel at the smell of perfume We got bashful, we got tongue tied And we got nervous in high definition So the question is, If a boy falls for a girl that’s out of his league And there’s no one is around to hear him Does he make a sound? The answer…the answer is ‘hell’ and the first two letters of ‘nothing’ When I was a senior in high school, I was a pocket full of chalk dust I was elevator music on a CD that stuttered like a Volkswagen with a really bad transmission At this age, I was a ballot box Stuffed full of everyone’s opinions except for my own My swagger was like watching a Walkman trying to swallow a DVD At this age, my mouth was a door with hinges covered in rust And I walked as if I was concerned with how the ground would feel about my footsteps And if I could just find a way to write a letter to that boy Who was in an old sweater with itchy sleeves that I will someday grow out of I would say, I would say there will be days when you feel like a Peacock with no feathers Like you are flightless, and undeserving of attention But listen, You have to stop getting out of bed like an oil spill You’re not a flat tire at 2 am So stop acting like an accident You’re not an accident, you’re not a fucking accident Rudy! You’re an apple on a pine tree in a room full of lemons And you come from a long line, And you come from a long line of Swiss army pocket knives Men who are small, sharp, and dangerous when not handled carefully Some days I wish that my arms were 12 years long so I could reach all the way back there And grab you by the shoulders, shake you, and say Listen… you are the main character in a movie that I watch Every time I see the inside of my eyelids I told myself a million times that I wouldn’t spoil the ending But I will tell you this, your story starts off really slow… But it does get better, and you don’t have to believe me Someday you’ll see for yourself And when you see _________ at the senior prom Ignore the washing machine in your stomach Tell her she looks beautiful tonight Extend your arm like a drawbridge to a castle That no one has visited in years, and say 'Will you dance with me?'”
Rudy Francisco - 17 "If you were to find an old calendar, strap it to a hospital bed Tie it down by its week-ends, and then C-section the belly of 1999 You’d find the 17 year old version of me Back when I was a tsunami of awkward moments Splashing against the shoreline called __________. A young lady, who introduced my jaw to the floor Whenever she floated into our first period classroom This girl, she was a dandelion seed straddling a wish, a dream I never thought would turn flesh and green, but wire hangers like me We don’t become captain of the football team because The only thing that we are good at is Stopping ourselves from saying ‘I like you’ to a girl that Holds the remote control to our smiles So we are just blurry silhouettes Against the backdrop of everything popular Often wearing our skin like a costume of someone we didn’t feel Comfortable pretending to be anyway We swallow earthquakes, and then shrivel at the smell of perfume We got bashful, we got tongue tied And we got nervous in high definition So the question is, If a boy falls for a girl that’s out of his league And there’s no one is around to hear him Does he make a sound? The answer…the answer is ‘hell’ and the first two letters of ‘nothing’ When I was a senior in high school, I was a pocket full of chalk dust I was elevator music on a CD that stuttered like a Volkswagen with a really bad transmission At this age, I was a ballot box Stuffed full of everyone’s opinions except for my own My swagger was like watching a Walkman trying to swallow a DVD At this age, my mouth was a door with hinges covered in rust And I walked as if I was concerned with how the ground would feel about my footsteps And if I could just find a way to write a letter to that boy Who was in an old sweater with itchy sleeves that I will someday grow out of I would say, I would say there will be days when you feel like a Peacock with no feathers Like you are flightless, and undeserving of attention But listen, You have to stop getting out of bed like an oil spill You’re not a flat tire at 2 am So stop acting like an accident You’re not an accident, you’re not a fucking accident Rudy! You’re an apple on a pine tree in a room full of lemons And you come from a long line, And you come from a long line of Swiss army pocket knives Men who are small, sharp, and dangerous when not handled carefully Some days I wish that my arms were 12 years long so I could reach all the way back there And grab you by the shoulders, shake you, and say Listen… you are the main character in a movie that I watch Every time I see the inside of my eyelids I told myself a million times that I wouldn’t spoil the ending But I will tell you this, your story starts off really slow… But it does get better, and you don’t have to believe me Someday you’ll see for yourself And when you see _________ at the senior prom Ignore the washing machine in your stomach Tell her she looks beautiful tonight Extend your arm like a drawbridge to a castle That no one has visited in years, and say 'Will you dance with me?'”
this guy is the only reason why i started posting my poetry on RUclips. You inspire me man
I've listened to almost all your poems and I feel glad to say you have fans in South Africa. I wish that one day I could be as good a poet as you are
+Usekuye Jarana Keep writing!
True
you know how when a movie starts, you pay attention to as much as you can and listen intently as to not miss anything or be inadequately introduced to this new little world you are stepping into. and you know how some movies are so good that they have the light, rightly timed humor that everyone can laugh at, and how some can take you from laughter to a point very near tears in a minute... that's what his poems are like. I smile, laugh, feel my insides pull towards the words that stick to my skin like magnets on a fridge, and feel all warm and stuff just by his poems. idk man they're like a really good movie minus the couple hours. you can't help but connect with him just based on the common fact of being a human being.
agreed, the book he released last year is some of the best reading I did all year.
Everything I see of Rudy's is gold.
This brought me to tears, especially when he described himself as filled with everyones opinion but his own , idk why but that line hit home
"A ballot box stuffed with everyone's opinions but my own."
My main motivator for writing poetry & he never fails
Extend your arm like a drawbridge to a castle that no one has visited in years?! I'm swooning! This dude is uh-mazing!
rudy is bae
might be my fav of all time
Yes Rudy!!!
Rudy Francisco - 17
"If you were to find an old calendar, strap it to a hospital bed
Tie it down by its week-ends, and then C-section the belly of 1999
You’d find the 17 year old version of me
Back when I was a tsunami of awkward moments
Splashing against the shoreline called __________.
A young lady, who introduced my jaw to the floor
Whenever she floated into our first period classroom
This girl, she was a dandelion seed straddling a wish, a dream
I never thought would turn flesh and green, but wire hangers like me
We don’t become captain of the football team because
The only thing that we are good at is
Stopping ourselves from saying ‘I like you’ to a girl that
Holds the remote control to our smiles
So we are just blurry silhouettes
Against the backdrop of everything popular
Often wearing our skin like a costume of someone we didn’t feel
Comfortable pretending to be anyway
We swallow earthquakes, and then shrivel at the smell of perfume
We got bashful, we got tongue tied
And we got nervous in high definition
So the question is,
If a boy falls for a girl that’s out of his league
And there’s no one is around to hear him
Does he make a sound?
The answer…the answer is ‘hell’ and the first two letters of ‘nothing’
When I was a senior in high school, I was a pocket full of chalk dust
I was elevator music on a CD that stuttered like a
Volkswagen with a really bad transmission
At this age, I was a ballot box
Stuffed full of everyone’s opinions except for my own
My swagger was like watching a Walkman trying to swallow a DVD
At this age, my mouth was a door with hinges covered in rust
And I walked as if I was concerned with how the ground would feel about my footsteps
And if I could just find a way to write a letter to that boy
Who was in an old sweater with itchy sleeves that I will someday grow out of
I would say, I would say there will be days when you feel like a
Peacock with no feathers
Like you are flightless, and undeserving of attention
But listen,
You have to stop getting out of bed like an oil spill
You’re not a flat tire at 2 am
So stop acting like an accident
You’re not an accident, you’re not a fucking accident Rudy!
You’re an apple on a pine tree in a room full of lemons
And you come from a long line,
And you come from a long line of Swiss army pocket knives
Men who are small, sharp, and dangerous when not handled carefully
Some days I wish that my arms were 12 years long so I could reach all the way back there
And grab you by the shoulders, shake you, and say
Listen… you are the main character in a movie that I watch
Every time I see the inside of my eyelids
I told myself a million times that I wouldn’t spoil the ending
But I will tell you this, your story starts off really slow…
But it does get better, and you don’t have to believe me
Someday you’ll see for yourself
And when you see _________ at the senior prom
Ignore the washing machine in your stomach
Tell her she looks beautiful tonight
Extend your arm like a drawbridge to a castle
That no one has visited in years, and say
'Will you dance with me?'”
that was brilliant.
love it
one of my favorite poets
inspired me
-Chainsaw
❤️
sending love from the philippines! can't wait to get your book "Helium"!
finally a poem free of "the struggle"
you're ignorant
+Chelsea Holt I don't think you understand my comment and you're using the word ignorant incorrectly
what struggle?
Does anyone know where I can find the words to this poem? The audio quality isn't the best and I can't make out some of the words
Keelan Esquivel same here
Transcript here 💛fuckyeahrudyfrancisco.tumblr.com/post/88054794847/trinahfbay-rudy-francisco-17-if-you-were-to/amp
Rudy Francisco - 17
"If you were to find an old calendar, strap it to a hospital bed
Tie it down by its week-ends, and then C-section the belly of 1999
You’d find the 17 year old version of me
Back when I was a tsunami of awkward moments
Splashing against the shoreline called __________.
A young lady, who introduced my jaw to the floor
Whenever she floated into our first period classroom
This girl, she was a dandelion seed straddling a wish, a dream
I never thought would turn flesh and green, but wire hangers like me
We don’t become captain of the football team because
The only thing that we are good at is
Stopping ourselves from saying ‘I like you’ to a girl that
Holds the remote control to our smiles
So we are just blurry silhouettes
Against the backdrop of everything popular
Often wearing our skin like a costume of someone we didn’t feel
Comfortable pretending to be anyway
We swallow earthquakes, and then shrivel at the smell of perfume
We got bashful, we got tongue tied
And we got nervous in high definition
So the question is,
If a boy falls for a girl that’s out of his league
And there’s no one is around to hear him
Does he make a sound?
The answer…the answer is ‘hell’ and the first two letters of ‘nothing’
When I was a senior in high school, I was a pocket full of chalk dust
I was elevator music on a CD that stuttered like a
Volkswagen with a really bad transmission
At this age, I was a ballot box
Stuffed full of everyone’s opinions except for my own
My swagger was like watching a Walkman trying to swallow a DVD
At this age, my mouth was a door with hinges covered in rust
And I walked as if I was concerned with how the ground would feel about my footsteps
And if I could just find a way to write a letter to that boy
Who was in an old sweater with itchy sleeves that I will someday grow out of
I would say, I would say there will be days when you feel like a
Peacock with no feathers
Like you are flightless, and undeserving of attention
But listen,
You have to stop getting out of bed like an oil spill
You’re not a flat tire at 2 am
So stop acting like an accident
You’re not an accident, you’re not a fucking accident Rudy!
You’re an apple on a pine tree in a room full of lemons
And you come from a long line,
And you come from a long line of Swiss army pocket knives
Men who are small, sharp, and dangerous when not handled carefully
Some days I wish that my arms were 12 years long so I could reach all the way back there
And grab you by the shoulders, shake you, and say
Listen… you are the main character in a movie that I watch
Every time I see the inside of my eyelids
I told myself a million times that I wouldn’t spoil the ending
But I will tell you this, your story starts off really slow…
But it does get better, and you don’t have to believe me
Someday you’ll see for yourself
And when you see _________ at the senior prom
Ignore the washing machine in your stomach
Tell her she looks beautiful tonight
Extend your arm like a drawbridge to a castle
That no one has visited in years, and say
'Will you dance with me?'”
Damn he is so good. Im workijg on ny verbage and such though! Check ne out on ny channel and dont hesitate to provide feedback!
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