After a few weeks, it’s time to shave. I won’t. I refuse. I despise shaving. But I do, and the blade slices open skin as easily as a knife cutting through warm butter.
Blood bleeds bright red. I curse and throw the razor in frustration. My beard is sticky with blood and shaving cream. I wipe it off and then leave the bathroom, ignoring the cries of the discarded razor.
He claims he is sorry, that he will do better next time, but I ignore his desperate pleas.
Maybe I should write an ode to band-aids instead.
Ode to Water Julieta Bautista
So crisp so clear You make my mouth water. I pick you up and twist you open I pour your insides out You make me feel fresh and clean No one can ever survive without you And as I run in the desert I long for you. “Oh” the thought of your icy taste running down my throat. I take a sip and pour you on my face Rehydrating my insides I’m ready for a new bottle
Ode to Cats Kristen Davis
Soft fur weaves through my fingers. Bumpy tongue scrapes my flesh. The little tiger rolls in the blanket on top of its head, resting in a jelly-like position. Little vibrations emerge from its belly. I reach to pet the sweet creature and receive a handful Of claws. Pain and anger arrive as I realize this trickery. My furry friend meows in pleasure drawing me back in. My hand is once again immersed in a sea Of claws. I squirm in pain until I’m finally released from the bipolar grasp of the Demonic cat.
Yes The World Consuelo Esters
I listen to the unfamiliar sounds music that has never been written words that have never been spoken yet they are so familiar my body knows these unfamiliar sounds my mind understands these words that have never been spoken
Ode to a Book Monica Manjunath-Jain
You don’t share your treasure with everybody, Children who dream of you draw alphabets with sticks on mud, Literacy is not only a luxury; it is a right and a responsibility, Because enlightenment is a small part of the things you impart!
You are my best friend, a wise advisor and the most patient teacher, No, ignorance is not bliss, for you are the light at the end of a tunnel, When hands curve around that round thin stick of wood mightier than a sword, It changes the world because today a reader, tomorrow a leader!
Beginner’s Luck Fernando Orsornio
Beginner’s luck helps you outrun Everyone, one by one Even if it has just begun It is never done You are defeated by none Because you are number one
Ode to Ramen Paula Canales
What would I do without Ramen? Whether Saturday’s afternoon breakfast, Or on weeknights working late, You are always there to feed me When Mom cannot. No other food satisfies like you, no, No other can compare. You fill my heart with joy And my arteries With sodium.
Some accuse you of not being a meal, Claiming that your calories are empty. But to me, you are a feast Fit for a king. I could eat you every day. You have a flavor for every day of the week. Alas, as my love for you grows, So do my hips, and soon I must leave you for another, Greener food. But soon when I am in college, With neither money nor time, I will once again return To my salty, savory love.
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