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Ishita Mar 2015
I can see the sun
Shining with a gleam on its face
Its wonderful brightness
Glowing on our faces
I say that its a sunny day
For me to have a funny day
And for a big scoop of icecream
I say that its a chilling day
The sun's rays can reach over me
Telling me always to glow and shine
He will never loose his shimmering beauty
And for me.it will always
Be an infinite creativity.
Kate Lion Mar 2015
how would you let the ice cream melt
if you didn't want it anymore

would you take a blowdryer to its droopy shape
whisper you're sorry but just can't stay

would you compliment the ice cream
watch it blush
let the heat rise to its face
then whisper you're sorry but you're going away

why would you let the ice cream melt
if you crave its texture and taste

when something isnt good for you,
perhaps it is better to let it bleed through
so that you can carry on

would you abandon the ice cream
there on the kitchen table
congealed and sticky and unwanted
letting the drips from the carton signify all of the tears
the ice cream would shed in your absence
Just Melz Nov 2014
Why you lie?

Why you say there's three servings,

When everyone knows, it's only one?

Rude, Haagen Dazs.

Just Rude.


Sincerely,
Lonely, Sad Girl.
Crying into a container of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream.
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
I trusted you with my secrets
I trusted you with my life
I trusted you with my love
I trusted you with details of my strife
I trusted you with my demons
And the darker parts of my soul
I trusted you with my odd sense of humor
I trusted you with me as a whole
I trusted you with my loyalty
And with my lighter side
I trusted you with my failures
And with everything else I hide
I trusted you with forever
And the pain that’s in my eyes
When the only thing I should
Have trusted you with was goodbye

Repost if someone has betrayed your trust...or if you like ice cream.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work or stories or any thoughts you might have on my poetry or even just poetry itself as an art.
Repost if someone has betrayed your trust...or if you like ice cream.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work or stories or any thoughts you might have on my poetry or even just poetry itself as an art.
Well, ****.
I used up all my luck.
Counting stars and lighting up
The weeds not enough
Because my tolerance is up
Always getting lifted
To rise above the issues
While I barely keep hope for better things
And meanwhile, you're passing out diamond rings
To anyone and anything but me
so, I don't want to even think what you do
With your smooth lines
And your kissing booth
And in my drunken state
I'm wondering underneath grey clouds
And every time I start to wonder about you
I end up fainting in front of the crowd
So i'm tearing this up and throwing it away
Not doing a **** thing but dream of us together
laughing about the world and eating ******* ice cream
But really i'm here
Drinking this clear party liquor
Finding pieces of us in it
Coming home alone
I miss you *******
This is a stick up
Give me all of your love
Arcassin B Aug 2014
By Arcassin Burnham




remembering the times i punched the clock
talking about,
the times,
id love her till the record stopped,
but that i could do without,
{she left me numb for two hours,
leaving my insides turning to sour,
while she was singing in the shower,
thinking when gwen die at the clock tower}
but thats life,
and when you touch me,
i forget that all we need is one night,
neck kisses,
to the bone,
making you feel so right,
bad birdy,
took fight along ago,
along with hearing my exs lies,
{lusting the devils wish,
like throwing a petri dish,
the talking we can just skip,}
like pressing the A button on the controller,
touching your stomach,
and telling you to roll over,
then when its all over,
im glad to say i told ya.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/08/nasty-full-and-mastered-version.html
AllAtOnce Aug 2014
it's just me
huddled on your end of the couch
some pointless game flashing on the screen
ice cream filling my mouth
my friend at the other end trying to fly
the blanket is too scratchy
and the ice cream is too cold
blood on my tongue (and i don't know why)
with so many words to be told
i don't know the point of this poem
just putting random feelings into words
once again just wondering
what it would be like to be heard
Styles Jul 2014
Hazelnut colored eyes,
dark  liquorish hair,
bright red cherry lips,
cinnamon brown freckles,
sprinkled over your,
smooth caramel complexion,
spilling into your tightly woven
deliciously lovely  frame.
Martin Narrod Jun 2014
Strep throat. Out of nowhere really. I went to a meeting on Friday, interviewed at PaperSource on Saturday afternoon, and then just slightly later an awful toothache. I never suspected anything so out of the ordinary to occur. Saturday night, two to four a.m.ish, i thought it was caffeine pills, or not drinking enough water, or even, worst of the worst, an attack of hypochondria. I kept lighting up Marlboros though, tasty red branded things that make writer's mouths happy. Two days in and I'm pretty sure my ***** are a fever below my body, droopy like snoopy. Super soft droopy *****, that's a sure sign of a fever or a great BJ they taught us in 6th grade science, and I wasn't getting my favorite ice cream social.

I hadn't talked to the gf in a couple days, and missing her company I made the phone call only discover that my voice had turned into a baby turtle shouting English from the bottom of a stuffed baked potato. Garbled. Discussing. Useless. I promptly hung up, and began texting. But it was too late she heard me and called back, and I had to give it all I had to put together a few words.

An hour later I was dropped off at the ER, the benefits of Medicaid at 30 is never being able to just go to the doctor's office. Within 2 hours they told me it was strep. Four nurses, two residents, one first day resident, and a 2nd year resident, and the ER doctor for a swab and a spray, and the take home Z-pack.

Then she said she'd come over even though I was sick. That's real love. "If I get sick from you, it's still worth it." 3 days on antibiotics, no more sore throat, I feel great- I think tomorrow I'll be having an ice cream social for someone who I love dearly. Maybe we'll even skip the ice cream.
Ice Cream Social: slang. When a girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, spouse, or significant other offers you a certificate for a free sundae and non-reciprocated oral ***. Eat vegan ice cream, receive ******* or mix and match. But that should explain that.
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