they say it's about now that i'd hear:
"learn to be a man"

he must still be learning

No matter what disparaging remarks you might make,
I await your observations and insight.
But when you provide your cool analysis please include
An example of the words that you brew,
Because without your input, you know where I put your
Tidy observational work,
Right there, where it will never be seen
And where I suspect that much of your work might be.
So where I love your constructive criticism,
If you can't provide me some guidance
With your wisdom and obeying all the rules,
Of grammar, pentameter and other structural things,
It will be meaningless to me, and probably anonymous
You will choose to be!

determination?
all i have are half-hearted
bets i always lose

the weight of friendship,
like a cement feathered bird,
will you show me yours?

dad, he's outside now
under an umbrella, head in his arms
tapping his finger on his muscle

is he cowering right now?

he's hurt and he has been
for a while now at least

but I don't understand

why would he cower
into the confines of
his own arms, his own flesh

does that mean the problem isn't him?

is it us then?
we aren't the greatest of children
little ambition, little to show for what he gave

but i don't think we ever wanted any of this

dad, you had goals, the ambition we lack
you left it all, with no reason, and I know
now you're faced with regret

but i don't think he ever wanted any of this

for brother cares for your happiness,
he's just twisted from the life you gave him,
a life he doesn't blame you for

and

the sisters love you,
they'd give all they can for you,
but sometimes it seems it's not enough for you

meanwhile these exchanges go on...

I'm just scared that I won't live up
to the life you left behind

having no ambition grants me peace of mind
because then at least I know what I am

having no ambition ruins the clarity of my mind
because then I know less of what I am

and right now, you're cutting your hair.
I only do that to relieve myself of what I don't want to feel

why are you doing it?

Don’t spend too much time with clouds
They are merely evaporations
And cannot be trusted with your life
They may dance and play
In the sky all day and resemble many things
But just because you see a cloud
That makes you shout out loud
It is not your prophecy
Be skeptical of those who paint the sky
With every imaginable pattern as they fly
For they know not what they are doing
As they glide from one horizon to the next
What begins as a rocket ship
Could soon become a dinosaur that then
Might release its weight to begin again
To evaporate and create something
Or nothing to which you can relate!