Nice

The word I chose for this poem was Nice.  For an explanation of what these posts are about, check out the first one here.  This certainly isn't brilliant, just my morning thoughts. They are written without judgement. They are written to loosen up my brain in the morning.

NICE

Be nice.

play nice.

isn't she nice?

isn't she pleasant?

i don't want to be described as nice.

Nice is for strangers.

If I am "nice", you don't know me.

Call me crazy,

call me opinionated, quiet, passionate.

call me confusing, eccentric, spunky.

call me anything but nice.

The sun doesn't shine to be nice.

The full moon on a clear night isn't nice,

it's wild, made to howl.

The ocean doesn't send its waves to be nice.

It shakes you to your core.

You can save your nice,

let's not make pleasantries.

we've lived too much for that.

tell me your battles.

let's explore the moon.

scream til we're hoarse,

laugh until we're dry.

let's not play nice.

let's play loud.