You see love is alot like chicken.
Keenan Felder
Keenan Felder
Dec 17, 2011

You see love is alot like chicken.
Alot of people are like wtf you mean love is like chicken

Well just think about it
Whats better than chicken?

It can be wanted, craved, you can be addicted to it
It can be alive, dead, raw, or cooked
It can be organic and natural, or processed and fake
You can put it with a combination of different other foods and make it better
Or you can burn it, drop it, or leave it for leftovers

So the next time you wanna compare your love to somethin just remember

Love Is A Lot Like Chicken

Guess you shouldn't play chicken with a Chevy truck.
Sarah Alana Cayton
Sarah Alana Cayton
Feb 13, 2011

The headlights are coming at me,

I thought that they might stop,

but suddenly it hits me,

truly like a rock.

Down I go, lights are out,

here I lay, what was that about?

When I regain my senses & ask around,

the medic informs me

someone tried to warn me.

Now here i lay, all drugged up,

whole body hurts, waiting for the nurse.

I ask her to help, this is just my luck.

Guess you shouldn't play chicken with a Chevy truck.



"He will never kill you, but he will save your life if you allow him to."

we are constantly in a game of chicken
Alysia Michelle
Alysia Michelle
Oct 7, 2013      Oct 8, 2013

we are constantly in a game of chicken
trying to get across how we feel
it's easier when the feelings are written
but saying them aloud is much more real
i might say something kind of flirty
in hopes that you might flirt back
but i always worry
maybe i have feelings that you lack
maybe we're just both hinting around
trying to get each others' attention
but we avoid what might be profound
oh and did i mention
i have a few things i wanted to tell you
maybe i'll tell you later
actually they're a bit overdue
but i've given you many-an-indicator
i pretty much adore you
as if you couldn't tell
yes, yes it is true
i know exactly how it all befell

© Alysia Michelle
of chicken.
Daniel Winters
Daniel Winters
Oct 15, 2012

There’s this girl
that I’m friends with
and we go out sometimes
and get drinks from
time-to-time.
Nothing serious.

We play this game
of chicken.

I ring her up
and ask her if she wants
to go on a date
and she says that
she can’t talk right now
or her boyfriend will hear her.
I say that I’ll see her at 8.

I bring her flowers
and she tells me
that I’ve not put enough
kisses on the card.

I buy her a drink and
she takes  a sips on mine from the
same side I was drinking.

We talk
and twist and weave
ourselves to the point where
we’re not sure if we’re
lying, finally telling the truth
or just plain fucking about.

She looks at me, sighs,
and says, ‘we should stop this,’
and I ask, ‘what?
This date?’
She stares at me
until I ask
‘this is a date, right?
We are having an affair, right?’
She holds my hand,
leans into me and says,
‘affair sure is a complicated word for sex’,
and leans even closer.

I blush before I can stop myself,
and she gets even closer,
wide open eyes and smirking at me
getting all red.

Then I kiss her.

When the time comes we both chicken out
Tiffany
Tiffany
Dec 28, 2012

We have talked about it for awhile
He looks at me and I do nothing but smile
When the time comes we both chicken out
And I sit there in doubt

We sit in dead silence
It is so bad that I can hear sirens
I have kisses other guys before
But they all left and shut the door

Should I be willing to take the chance
It is like forgetting how to dance
It is like going from ten to zero
I guess I'll find out tomorrow

I wrote this last night. I'm scared, but I know I need to do this
kat
kat
Aug 22, 2013

Let's play a game:

I'll brush up against your hand,
My arm linked through yours,
Your smile in my direction.
Kissing along my neckline,
Watching the moon rise.

Let's see:

Who blinks before the other,
Who will dare to look away last,
Who falls in love first.

Sinead Murphy
Sinead Murphy
Jan 25, 2012

Look into my eyes And tell me that It's casual just once before I shut this door
enjoy the long walk home and when the frost bites your fingers like my words of spite
Know that your silence hurt a hell of a lot more

of chicken.
Daniel Winters
Daniel Winters
Oct 15, 2012

There’s this girl
that I’m friends with
and we go out sometimes
and get drinks from
time-to-time.
Nothing serious.

We play this game
of chicken.

I ring her up
and ask her if she wants
to go on a date
and she says that
she can’t talk right now
or her boyfriend will hear her.
I say that I’ll see her at 8.

I bring her flowers
and she tells me
that I’ve not put enough
kisses on the card.

I buy her a drink and
she takes  a sips on mine from the
same side I was drinking.

We talk
and twist and weave
ourselves to the point where
we’re not sure if we’re
lying, finally telling the truth
or just plain fucking about.

She looks at me, sighs,
and says, ‘we should stop this,’
and I ask, ‘what?
This date?’
She stares at me
until I ask
‘this is a date, right?
We are having an affair, right?’
She holds my hand,
leans into me and says,
‘affair sure is a complicated word for sex’,
and leans even closer.

I blush before I can stop myself,
and she gets even closer,
wide open eyes and smirking at me
getting all red.

Then I kiss her.

i got that chicken,
Keeper Liz Drei Moonlight

lol,
turkey on rye,
i got that chicken,
and i got the best part,
the chicken butt!!!!!,
oh yea im happy now!

your chicken scratch
vibrantveins
vibrantveins
Aug 5, 2013

i've never carved my words
into my own skin
but you had no problem
scrawling yours
into my mind
onto my heart

your chicken scratch
was hard to read
but i always knew
what you were writing

but those words
meant so much
yet so little
once you left

 
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