iamtheavatar
iamtheavatar
Nov 15, 2016

There are two things
In this world
I can't live without–

Pizza and you

For you are
Like pizza,
The most wonderful
Creation of all!

No matter how
It looks like,
I love the way it is
Just like you!

No matter how
It tastes like,
I love the way it is
Just like you!

[pause]

There are two things
In this world
I can't live without–

But if I were to choose:

I will definitely
Choose pizza
Over you!

iamthe_avatar ©2016

#love   #poem   #you   #creation   #pizza   #wonderful  
Ben
Ben
Aug 8, 2016

a raisin told me through his flopping jowls and loose skin
that hung limp and odd on upturned lips,
“You ain’t never had nothin’ like this before”
i have.
but i’ll try some anyways.

#family   #idk   #pizza  
Lark Train
Lark Train
May 27, 2016

Whose pizza here, I do not know.
He's partying in the dorm below;
I do not think that he would mind
Me taking seven slices home.

Enjoy College, Class of 2016!
#party   #college   #pizza   #frost   #graduating   #dorm   #2016  
jhayden582
jhayden582
Apr 11, 2016

there’s something unsettling about convenience stores. the fluorescent lights resemble some planet far away from here. neon signs with a letter broken, now flashing “be r,” beckoning the broken, the damaged, the lost boys. the home of those who don’t fit in. they buy the greasy pizza, rubbery hot dogs, and chemically nacho cheese which imitate something edible but scream danger on the tongue. haunted by the souls of the the pimply teenagers working the register, lips stained blue from blue raspberry slushy, slaving through the evening for the nocturnal souls buying milk and bread in the wee hours of the night. hushed arguments on the phone about forgetting to buy toilet paper and why don’t you ever pay attention to me. the pungent smell of hair dye boxes, the stink of attempting to be someone you’re not. skeleton children with messy hair, dirty fingernails as well as thoughts, up to no good back for more cherry cough syrup and furniture polish. soon after 3 candy bars will be found missing from inventory. detergent bottle caps, once neon, now faded with gathering dust, residing next to a dented can of campbell’s chicken soup. an organized chaos. the land of misfit toys.

#prose   #pizza   #store   #convenience   #misfit  
mk
mk
Feb 5, 2016

you may think you are as insignificant as
the first slice of bread
but to me, you are as desirable as
the first slice of pizza

im starving at 5:47am
#food   #pizza   #hungry   #bread  
Deyer
Deyer
Jan 29, 2016

Pizza boxes sit at curb sides every thursday.
Bottles and cans fill most weekends, some
week days because why not?
We celebrate in dirty rooms, letting liquids leave all sorts of stains.
Semesters pass and we pass (sometimes),
with nothing left in our pockets but long-term debt, friendly conversations lost in the haze of moderate alcoholism, and memories that we feel will last forever.
Youth is wasted on the young, they say,
but what better way to spend a Tuesday than day-drinking in eternal ecstasy?

#alcohol   #decisions   #pizza   #student   #debt  
AK
AK
Jan 6, 2016

Don't worry,
be
pizza.

#love   #sad   #happy   #happiness   #food   #dumb   #advice   #silly   #pizza   #yummy  
Martin Narrod
Martin Narrod
Nov 19, 2015

Fuck.

The poison's me the choice is up to you. Good lord, if they take away all the fashion houses, the rain men won't have anything to wear.

Naked armies, fighting the stories that just someone's grandfather wrote. Is it even real if it goes to sleep at night? Does it wake up to address the evening sky? I don't know....three heroic words the human race can barely say. Isn't the want for pizza an international religion, can we agree on that?

What mind of man gets it in his head that it's his hand that receives death to choose? In what nowhereness did these lonely princes lose everything they knew? Did they hear that killing isn't cool like it was in the 11th Empire- to make light of a situation or just a few lumens too, is pretty rad for any human to do. I may be a vampire but I need a bit of daytime if I want to continue to worship the dark.

It's been 4000 years, and I'm still looking for her, the way she talked to us after the sea we crossed through. The poison is me but the choice to take it is up to you. The rain men may come, but the water dance's for a seldom few. We could starve just for the thrill of wrapping ourselves in pieces of the moon.

Ne me quitte pas. Ne pas passer la lumière. Je vous attends ici, tout comme je le fais toujours. Il est dommage, je suis passé par là avec vous attends.

All violence is terrorism. It doesn't carry a flag.
#light   #prose   #terror   #pizza   #paris   #humanness   #pov   #jihad   #endterror   #parisjtaime  
Holly Bower
Holly Bower
Oct 29, 2015

Angular in structure,
Firm in foundation
The cheesy sauce and breaded crusts
Hardly do it justice.
These triangular slices of heaven seem
As though clouds have descended to plate themselves,
Appearing Italian, manifesting as flavor.
Topped with small circles of
The wildest meats, fruits, vegetables
Strange combinations creating magnificent
New tastes.
Pizza, food of the heavens
Sent as a gift,
Consumable both hot and cold.

I guess just for fun...
#love   #pizza  
Coop Lee
Coop Lee
Oct 26, 2015

mom betrays us. headlights into the night
& up the breakneck boulevard
overlooking town\bluff the tough daughter of today.
dead husband\father\corpse to dispose.

      [home movies]

front porch blood trails forever.
she claims self-defense and camera-eyes
the local fame, local
single fathers and book deals and dead dog omens.
her sons conjure grandmaster demons
in the treefort
at night.

vault & library key-card access onward\on
black ink times new roman white flat pulp pagination.
tomes of wonders.
america, when dead and gone, will have been caught
between the whir of spokes and windshields reflecting
skin\television
reflecting hands and family secrets.
neighborhood secrets revealed by time and hyper kids. leaves fallen
onto well-capped boxes\bricks and licks or custom castles built so neato, so
truly beloved, my lawn.
my property etched out in this ancient proto-man landscape;
mortgaged glory in this sparkle and decay.

heir\son\brother\body
races his car thrust and fluxed up the boulevard in a ritual reach for more glory
and the girl watching.
he bursts into death, brakes-sabotaged, the molten ball of mazda.
father and son laugh there on the brim of here and hereafter.
aberrations unfinished.

into the sequel
of a rising son, a corpse,
undead.
exacting his retribution.

       [an unlabeled video cassette of j. moon’s vacation and burial in mexico]

the children watch.
daughters screaming at slumber parties.
son, a ghost returned in shades,
hungry for pizza and pure vengeance.
night terror.

previously published in Deluge Magazine, by Radioactive Moat Press http://www.radioactivemoat.com/deluge-issue-three.html
#death   #son   #mom   #ghost   #night   #blood   #america   #horror   #pizza   #ritual  
 
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