#bros
Ice cream
sounded like a splendid idea, and
God, was it.
So, I caved,
so what?
I should be allowed to accept the things
my friend offers me.
Maybe my heart hurt from rejection,
but it was nothing shoveling
cold dairy into my gullet with
that same friend
can’t fix.
“*So, I ****** up,*”
I spoke up.
My shoulders tensed and my grip around my spoon would surely leave an imprint for a minute.
“While it most certainly is a big deal-
a huge deal-
it’ll get better,”
I swallowed.
Not mint chip,
but saliva that I hadn’t even realized accumulated.
“It will get better. Right?”
I looked to my friend for advice.
Sure, it tended to be
less than helpful,
but it was advice nonetheless.
“Well, I,”
He leaned against his forearms on the
countertop,
holding his own spoon in one hand and
bowl in the other.
“Yeah.”
“That sounds confident,”
I remarked, but I creased my eyebrows.
It would get better.
Right?
“Yes. Yeah. It will get better.”
He gave me a smile and leaned back up;
the stool legs whined as he shifted against the counter.
It was consolation,
kind of,
but it still was consolation.
I’d completely biffed on confessing my
undying love and had basically hit rock bottom.
And you know what they say:
“the next step above rock bottom is eating
ice cream
with your bros.”
I stared at the green clump of
ice cream
in my bowl.
Some chips were sludging out of it due to it melting.
“I do envy you,”
I tossed my words to him,
though my face was
still
aimed down and at the bowl.
“Why’s that?”
I chuckled and shook my head before
picking up a scoop of
ice cream.
“You don’t have to deal with rejection as
pathetic as mine,”
with that I bit the
ice cream
off my spoon, though avoided scraping my teeth against the metal.
I couldn’t help but notice how he avoided my observation the same way.
“Yeah,”
he chuckled after some time,
“I don’t.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Something felt off in my stomach, and it wasn’t the countless bowls of mint chocolate chip
ice cream
I had consumed.
“What?”
I plastered on a smile.
“Got some secret love life I don’t know about?
A little crush on a girl?”
He scoffed and punched my shoulder.
It didn’t hurt.
“Nahh,”
he rolled his eyes and ate a bite of his
ice cream.
He swallowed before continuing.
“That’s not for me,”
his voice lowered.
He must’ve noticed me staring because he shoved my bowl closer to me and looked away quicker than the speeds I drove at.
“Focus on your
ice cream.
You’ve practically eaten the whole tub of
mint chip anyways.”
I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head.
“Uhuh.”
Odd.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Boy was he oblivious.
Sure, I was dense,
but at least I could admit it.
I could also admit that
I was a little hurt
each time he
seemingly
chose to ignore my pokes and prods.
I get to listen to him go on and on about this one girl-
who I don’t even care that much about-
and he gets to go on and on about her.
Obviously, I’ve got to be there for him.
Everyone should be there for the ones they love. But ****
does it hurt when the ones you love
jab
at the heart that throbs for them.
I refused to let the ride home be silent.
“Did you want some ice cream or something to make you feel better?”
A groan of a reply.
I didn’t bother to give him a glance.
I squeezed the steering wheel and kept my eyes glued to the road,
though I’d rather they be glued to him.
“You should come over,”
I spoke, though it was almost
drowned out by the whiny screech of my brakes.
I took the opportunity to look at him.
He did not meet my eyes.
Instead, his arms were over his chest and he stared at the window at some old car wash
on the right side of my Toyota.
“*I think you could benefit from a break
thinking*
about that girl.”
“I don’t know, man,”
a sentence at last.
“I have homework probably.”
The car ****** forward as the light turned green, breaking my companion’s eye contact with
the gas station extension.
My eyes lingered on him for a moment before
I scratched the back of my neck.
“C’mon, it’s Friday,”
I urged.
“You deserve a chance to take your mind off
that girl.”
He threw his arms out.
“She’s not just some girl!
She’s an absolute beauty who
barely knows I exist! Like I said,
angel fish,”
he gestured to the air to the right of him,
“Sea urchin,”
the same hand now met his chest on the “sea”.
“I,”
I shook my head.
“I think you give that
b#tch
too much credit, you know?
She called you slurs…”
I brought the car to a cruising speed when I noticed we were alone on the road.
“And, ‘cause, y’know. I think sea urchins are pretty f#cking awesome.”
I snuck a glance at him.
He was staring at his lap;
his brows were knitted and his eyes looked as if they would fall out of the sockets.
“…I think I’m a sea urchin as well.”
He snorted and sat up straight to look at me. “Really?”
He smiled,
dimples showing.
Good.
“You can’t be a sea urchin too;
you’re too perfect to be one.”
His head of brown hair shook and
one of his matching brows raised.
“Perfect?”
I grinned.
“This guy?”
I brought a hand off the steering wheel and ****** a thumb towards my chest.
I was a careful enough driver to
still be focused on the road.
At first glance you might think I’m some sort of reckless delinquent
who only cares about
getting girls and
getting drunk.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Well, maybe not perfect,”
he smiled towards me, rolling his eyes.
I let my gaze meet his before snapping back to the street.
“But definitely perfect enough..”
“So,”
I mumbled and scratched the back of my neck,
“Ice cream?”
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
If you can't do anything for me out of love, ***** please just don't do it all, because I don't need you to do something for me so you can start counting favors
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
The internet connects culture.
We used to not know how to act
and took cues from proximal role models
or distant stars.
Now we take cues from the internet
or those who are
and we become one person.
Everybody wants to talk about the daily melees and brawls
nobody wants to talk about Super Smash Bros.
and how when it came out the internet wasn’t really a thing
so people had to learn to play on their own
and each person you faced was a new experience
but now everyone learns the best strategies from the internet
and pick between only a few different characters.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
Two bros converged into a fellowhood
And stoked to share their Fight Club quotes
And be two broskis, juiced they stood,
And shotgunned PBRs, long as they could,
till they were wrecked in a sweet-ass boat
Then proclaimed the bros, into the air,
“Turn on the flatscreen, let’s watch the game”,
it was Saturday so the day was theirs;
and as they sat in their folding chairs,
the smell of axe the air became
And clad in their Costas they loudly played
a song no bro’s cracked iPhone lacks.
Oh, they know their bops like they know their whey!
They smelled their teen spirits and exhaled away,
JUUL clouds of fruit flavors with swag densely packed.
There is no replacing these two guys
and their dudely jockish fashion sense.
Two bros converged as two would, and aye-
They forged the path bros travel by,
a path of bliss and ignorance.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
In the end, no girl will make me feel
How it is to sit back and talk so real
With your friend to your left and a friend to the right
Cause, **** our companionship is tight.
Nothing better than going to a McDonald's
Not even for the food, just for
Quality laughs, quality smiles
A quality escape from life's many trials
Musical footsteps play from our feet
As our instruments hum and sync with the beat
And while walking home, I think with a grin,
"I'm glad I spent today with my fellow kin."
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
you can't game & watch the clock,
that's how you lose another stock,
she run away with your cash,
its a smash and dash,
over in a flash,
at least you still got to tap dat ***
sitting back puffin da herb,
think how its so absurd
that 69 be the cap
in smash,
that's the ultimate smash,
****** innuendo
right in front of your face,
hurry up and get your fix,
that taste,
that glaze all over her face,
yeah.
© Try
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
I've been considered as one of the "guys"
But sometimes I just can't get over their guise
Heard one openly admit to sleeping with his best friends chick
The one he was utterly devoted to even when they split
A bro lost my vote when to that he did admit
But then again, these are young guys...
It could all just be ********
**Especially when it comes to ***
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
This season we're going all out
And I mean ballistic
We ain't pulling no punches
Taking out all the stops
Were gonna go mad
Talk,talk ,talk
Go, go go!
I'm talking about road trips to nowhere
Bar hoping like alcoholic amphibians
Bus rides to The Big City
Cliff jumping
Hold our breaths as the fireworks launch themselves into the summer evening sky and explode
As we dance and sing of wonderful things
Debouched ***
Experimenting with sense derangement
Study the spiritual teaching from the far east
Make the suburbans myths that will never fade
Roller coaster calamities
Visit strip clubs under the unfinished highway
Lay back on a crowded beach and float in the ocean
Hike in the wilderness up a torrent mountain
And when we reach the top we'll howl at the moon in the starry midnight air
We will write compelling manifestos of freedom
And we will not sleep
We will grow stronger, wiser
And when fall comes we will be new
We'll be alive
We will have known what it means to live
Live
Live
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
"Hey bro!"
flower #1 silent
"hey bro"
flower #2 silent
"hey bro..."
flower #3 silent
"bros?"
silence
"whatever..."
sobbing
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC