Your sunny hair and pale vanilla smile
I remember from a summer long past.
Albums that stayed in dust all the while
Long shadows across our faces cast
In days of chocolate and Rocky Road
On grassy sweet porches in afternoon,
Laughing together, our secret code,
At peppermint grins that faded too soon.
With strawberry sugar cones aplenty
We shared the season before we parted,
Promises of friendship yet at twenty,
Soft serve dreams ended before they started.
You stayed inside my memory-with dear
Rainbow sherbet- from our cherished year.
(a note about Frozen Custard- the first two lines belong to my Creative Writing teacher, who gave us starter lines, and I chose those two. The rest of the sonnet is mine.)
Uno
Away is where I most prefer to be
Where I don’t have to see or hear you
Where it has everything to do with Me,
And it never is a question of Who.
A place where all I have to do is Be,
The worries of who to please are not there,
My actions and all my choices are free
Compliments and good graces I can spare.
So run along now, and tell all your friends
I don’t care, for I’m elated
This bubble, where my mind can make amends
In singleness I am saturated,
Safe in this world of flexibility,
Released from dating complexity.
Place Holder
I don’t know what the relationship is
for you; maybe we are on the same page.
Or maybe it is just a giant quiz
Preparing us for when we take the stage.
But to me it seems like a giant waste,
Cheated answers and many empty seats
and our only link is moldy paste,
Our melody slowed to dying beats.
Yes, it hurts for us to go on this way
When both our hearts are no more than ice,
But for that reason alone I’ll stay
And allow you to once more roll the dice.
Alone is a frightening place to be
You’ll do for now, we’ll wait and see.
Anger Management
Every day spent in the same silent way,
Slow, torturous methods of subjection
To tolerate premature thoughts that may
Offend and promote further rejection.
Ill from overdose of whiny drama
Queens, choking the stench of stupidity
down, dead from endless supply of trauma,
and disappointed in ability.
So oftenly do I spy you smirking
In return all I offer is a scowl.
For the King of Dunces is yet lurking,
I warn him away with a simple growl.
So until the IQ level raises,
I’ll be silent and hold my praises.
