Posts Tagged ‘sweet’

Often Niceties

disguise the Truth-

sweetened Words leave

nothing Absolute.

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The price of love be

overpow’ring memory-

though it seems a sad thing,

it is the best price to pay.

Last night I imagined you.

I imagined us entwined.

I imagined us

being happy, taking turns making each other breakfast,

gold rings gleaming on our fingers

as happily as awards do.

I imagined you smiling at me,

your two eyes twinkling like silver coins,

I imagined us living simply

and maintaining happiness.

If you knew this is what I wished for,

would you take my hand?

The next time I bring something to a party, I’m gonna’ make sure it’s something people will actually eat! This came about because I went to a little study session after school today, and it was suggested that people bring food. I didn’t bring anything because “bring a dish” events like this take me back to Halloween parties, cast parties, and poetry readings.

First there were the two cast parties I went to last year (being an active participant in my school’s theater program). Both times I brought variations on brownies. And both times people hardly ate any of what I brought. Why? Do I look like a druggy? or that kid who would spike mouth-wateringly delicious chocolate desserts with cannabis? I’m not. Let me assure you.

For the poetry reading I attended (which wasn’t actually limited to just poetry, it was a class of students, including myself, reading examples of their writing) I decided to make EVEN BETTER brownies, which is to say FUNFETTI BROWNIES– where you have the rich, fudgy goodness of brownies lying underneath a layer of soft, sweet and colorful funfetti cake. Thanks to all my friends who ate the funfetti brownies and said they were delicious. Double thanks to those who did so without my pestering them.

But perhaps the MOST insulting thing that happened, is when I prepared a cake especially for a Halloween party I went to earlier this year. I spent hours, with help, mixing the cake, dying it festive colors, marbling it, preparing icing and decorating the cake with candy bar gravestones and marshmallow ghosts. No one ate it. I was livid.

I guess what I can take from this experience is: make your food look more appetizing.

And to all those who didn’t eat the cake or the brownies, THEY WERE FRACKING DELICIOUS (JOKES ON YOU)!

I sense there is something you could tell me,

but won’t, seeing as we are far apart.

I rest on the twilight edge of this city,

You rest on the other side. I hear your heart

echoing across the distance between us,

the expanse filled with amber and neon.

The beat stumbles toward me, shreds the hush.

I close my eyes and listen to it– wan

as an ill baby, but a comfort, a song

that reaches me and pries nightmares from my mind.

I sit staring out the window, and ask how long

until I see you again? The wind

offers no reply. Only blatant noise.

Though muffled, your heartbeat still pierces this void.

If only I had the wisdom

of a wild beast.

I would stay away from open, offered palms,

and not listen to words sweetened by inflection.

I could smell the metallic bitterness, the buried dishonesty;

taste fear in the saltiness of sweat on the air–

as pungent as rotting meat.

Trust would have to be earned

by genuine kindness–

the warmth of a blanket, or the offering of food.

Care would have to be received

in order for affection to surface.

I would not be blinded

by human facades and false kindness.

I wouldn’t be wounded easily.

If only I had the wisdom of a wild beast,

who thrives through caution,

and is not tricked by open palms, or sweetly coated words.