Ice CreamEveryone writes poems about emotions and fearsMore Like This
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
Where I always got the cookie ice cream smash
Ate it on the way back to camp
Every single time.
Gelato at the Stanley Hotel
The worst I've ever had
Talking in hushed voices about ghosts and bravery and
"Oh that's so bogus"
And then there was the Gelato at Parisi's
After a wonderful, stuffing dinner
The mini Ben & Jerry's at Fry's
Whatever Came to BeBreathe in, no air,More Like This
Suffocating by lack of hope
An ember fizzled out in the cold
Burnt bright once, red and alive,
Like the cherry blood flowed through veins,
Spilt over the ground, dying out,
The light disappearing,
Eyes glassed over like frost,
Warmth buried deep somewhere inside,
Hidden from the dancing orange flame,
Pale moonlight touching earth and steel,
Reflecting the life it's known,
One slice, then another and another,
Releasing the pain, outcast, sticky redness
Throwing it away as useless
A vile evil to destroy at every cost,
Starts a frenzied rampage,
Forget, remember, slice, cut, remember, forget,
Til there's not a place without scars and fresh wounds,
Not a touch of skin where the outside doesn't reflect the inward
All that's left is to cry and wonder,
Wonder what came to be, what was left behind,
Blood covering body and earth stretched,
And wonder of the monster within
Standing at the Edge of the WorldPlayful wind lapping up her restless hairMore Like This
The cliff before, jutting against the cloud enduring sky
Waves giving greetings of merry meet,
Breaking acquaintance on wet earth and rock
Her body shivering from the cold salt air
Finger curled, clenched tight, unsure
The horizon endless to her sunken down eyes
Rose petals she drops down below
Crimson like the blood dripping off her arms
Never healing scars,
Stained cherry her clothes, her soul,
Backing away to collapse,
To cry one last painful memory
Fog, a sudden presence rolling in, covering her shoulders,
Draped around her like a woven jacket, safe,
She turns from the precious sea,
Turns and falls back into air’s arms
Arms folded upon her chest in peaceful serenity
Closed eyelids in long awaited acceptance
Water rushing, cushioning her like a thick blanket
Surrounding her in positive warmth, a loving embrace
Sinking faithfully, never wishing to be found,
Forever lost within the ocean of her soul, cold and dark and mysteriously alone
Cross Country Quotes Part 1Since I am in Cross Country, this seems like a good idea.More Like This
"The only good pace is a suicide pace, and today looks like is a good day to die."
"If Cross Country was easy they'd call it Football."
"You ask me why I run? The same reason I breathe."
"We don't yield to pedestrians."
"Run like you stole something."
"May the course be with you."
"Cross Country-Everything else is just a game."
""Cross Country; Finally a real use of golf courses."
"Our sport is your sport's punishment."
"Obsession. A word used by the lazy to describe the dedicated."
"The wishbone will never replace the backbone."
"Where were you at 5 a.m.?"
"No one ever drowned in sweat."
"Cross Country is a mental sport and we're all insane."
*I found these all online. I claim no ownership.