Ice Cream!

Nothing is as saddening
As the missing ice cream
That was at once scattered
Atop the melt left in my bowl.

My spoon misses its cool caress
While it drapes its sterling arm away,
Feigning disgust in place of misery.

And now I’ll have to wash away
This whole depressing mess,
And still wrestle with the looming guilt
Of scooping it in the first place.

Another Vent

Your unity is a façade,
Stop this fake fraternity.
Your struggle is heart wrenching,
But hypocrisy will always poison you.

There is pride in individualism,
Each can only uplift themselves.
You are not your heroes,
And you disgust me in evoking them.
They had struggles,
They had hardships,
You have nothing.
You spoil your classifications.

And We Would Be Us

And we could joke about the future,
Smirking into the morning.
And afraid we might be right,
We hesitate to touch.
The nothing there,
The something there,
Might prove to be too much.

And we could have all we wanted,
Shrinking into our perfect places.
And afraid we might lose it all,
We hesitate to make anything.
The nothing here,
The something here,
Chokes me everynight.

She is Plain

She is plain
And unapologetically gorgeous.
Her hips sway,
And her voice is frustratingly nervous.
She is tall,
But her limbs sag simply and unknowingly.
She swims in a jasper twilight,
Trapped in her rose-tented optimism.

And I could only hold her
In the sweetest of daydreams.

The Wiseman

I seemed to have misplaced the context
Of our last conversation.
Where you sad and out of place,
Or lonely and full of doubt?

Was your problem worth healing,
Or deluded by whining?
Were you hurt and wanting,
Or broken and begging?

In this fog of remembering
Why it is you need me,
I am filled with sharp shock
By all that you require.