Okay, I’m going to be honest. I tried to write a poem for today–a really nice one too. But it ended up really weird. (About chocolate ice cream and Peter Pan).
So … I decided to share the strange poem, along with some haiku I scribbled down today at work during some slow moments. It didn’t feel right to only give you guys the weird poem.
Peter Pan’s Chocolate Ice Cream Brigade
simple missing boy around rooms made of chocolate
rooms made of chocolate with a lost growing boy
he’s looking for ice cream, but the room has already
been raided by Peter; former Pirate Peter that leaves the ice cream
melted into puddles that missing boys can see reflections in
chocolate ice cream would be better kept underground where
lost boy reflections in puddles made of former chocolate
reminisce on what it’s like to be a boy lost in the woods
trapped behind Peter Pan in a never-ending war against
pirates. manhood is a trap, but this quick puddle could be too
simple missing rooms around chocolate made of lost boy wishes
to go home to mum and pop. too much chocolate to drink here
too much freedom for a growing boy’s health
light a match to see past Pan’s propaganda—more than a boy
named Peter—more than a Greek god leading boys away from home
away from eager hope of what could eventually be seen
in those reflections of melted chocolate, sugar filled dreams
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Rip. I couldn’t fix it. Hope to come back to this poem one day. But then again, I might also just ignore it forever.
I am the captain
of this storm and I pilot
it to destruction
Gossip follows where
education does not want
Glowing ember heart.
Smoky lungs. Ash in my eyes.
A fever. I burn.
Okay, thanks for reading everyone! I appreciate each and every one of you! ❤