i ate an apple today
i found it in the dumpster last week
almost the whole thing was bruised when i found it
it was sitting in the refridgerator all week and now i'm eating it
i have to take bites around the thick bruise
i've never eaten such a bruised apple in my life
but it's only a thin layer of bruising that there is
in the center is mealy but good apple
i dont know what i'm trying to say with this
why do i eat bruised apples and eat cold beans
i was narcissistic before it was cool
i was narcissistic when it used to get you in trouble
people would want to fight over what i held over their heads
Say Grace in the Bagging Area
Swiped and scanned the beeping
Paying for the milk and weeping
Tagged RFID, gluten free and eaten
Bleeding from beaten wallets
Bruising, crush your credit dreams
Chip & PIN lets their demons in
Billed up building, extremes breaking out
For the cold, for the old at home
With lonely disregarded eyes
That stare upon a televised crash
Report, Report, Wake up...
NewsFlash! Breaking News
24 Hour, NewsFlash!
i never knew my bones could ache,
until i met him.
i haven't eaten in three days
and my ribs are poking my stomach
and hips are sticking out.
my touch is faint
and my head is pounding.
my knees are boney
and they clack together as they tremble.
my lips are dry and scabbed from picking at them,
im cold and empty,
i can't sleep.
we're not in love,
could we be.
A trail of bread crumbs to the witches house,
through the forest that haunted that strange little town.
she was never quite loved-
that lone confectioner.
pushed to the outskirts
by those that live for white picket fences
and the grass growing green and even.
When the authorities came by,
they found two kids, fat and happy,
but not by the hand of the woman.
There was no cage in the house made of sugar;
for what sweetened cage could hold a child?
No, the once fragile and beautiful house
that glittered like spun glass,
sat eaten and worn at the loss of her owner
for little old ladies do not devour children,
but children will kill for candy.
Your shingled roof keeps the sunbeams out of your head
Greasy grime-stained glass windows tint your cracked worldview
Spite dripping from the meaningless words you said
Time and again it rears its ugly head anew
Tiles misaligned by the slow shaking of years past
Rusted doorknob yielding to splintered wooden door
Vestiges of reason leave your mind all too fast
Eaten by insecurities, razed to the floor
Graffiti and dirt lie intertwined on your walls
Fractured wallpaper peels away in strips and flakes
The answering machine inside holds no more calls
The dusty mould on the tabletop swells and cakes
Broken pipes and tangled wires climb up your side
As varicose veins snaking up your wizened spine
All your flaws leak out and there's nowhere left to hide
Groaning in the wind, your voice hissing "They're not mine!"
Your boarded-up middlesection is always torn
Wind-ripped by desolating gusts of delusion
The flight of fancy, the gloried facade you've worn
Hangs from bitten brick, a decomposed illusion
A summer night on this island I call home
I wander on the beach, where its usually dark and cold
The hawksbill sea turtle crawling up to nest
The mongoose chasing after each other
because they haven’t eaten yet
The palm trees dancing
Tranquility has been found
it reminds me of the girl I am
The island girl
And the beach is where I can be found
But in this enchanting moon light you see it all
The wash up trash bags and the garbage that falls
The broken glass within the sand that cut your feet
The unwanted fishing poles and hooks
The nets that traps the sea creatures that bring me serenity
My enchanting moon light that I once love
has now becomes dim
And the beach goes back to being dark and cold
hawksbill, green, leatherback and loggerhead
they don’t come to visit me anymore
Someone has taken my home and turned it into a rubbish bin
The enchanting moon light that once lit up my home
Has brought my attention to the injustice
That continues to go on
The night grandma passed away
She closed her eyes of blue
I couldn't find any other eyes
That matched that beautiful hue
They were her favorite color
Like the color of the sky
Everything in her life was that blue
I always wondered why
I hadn't seen it since she passed
In anyone but her
I figured as soon as I found that shade
I wouldn't deter
I thought I found it in an angel
I met the night she passed
But she didn't send him, I know because
Him and I didn't last
My grandma only wanted
The best for her granddaughter
Even though her memories
Had been eaten by Alzheimer
Today I think I found that shade
Again in someone here
He has the same color eyes she had
He never gave me fear
I wonder if she sent me another angel
Who will take care of me
Better than the last one did
But I didn't know what he could be
Is he here to teach me a lesson
From below and not above
Or is he here to take care of me
Through those blue eyes, I'm his love
Grandma, who is this?
Can I trust the boy you sent?
Am I gonna be safe or put in harm?
Grandma, is he a gent?
Send me a sign that he is good
And this angel is nice too
You've seen my sadness and scoured heaven
Is he a gift from you?
Livid, then the jogging man pushing his child with cerebral palsy glided beside me, and I felt sick with petty spite.
I ran to the building for the nearest bathroom and vomited back every saccharine word I ever breathed into your mouth.
Excuse the blood, the ulcers you left are raw today.
I haven’t eaten joy or devoured love since while putting your blouse back on, I came up behind you and kissed the back of your neck and whispered that next to your eyes, that was my favorite part of your body.
I washed the spite and vomit out of my mouth with tap water and shame, they both tasted metallic against my tongue, like biting too hard and the jolt of tines on teeth.
I bit the fork and tasted regret and chipped enamel.
Is that what his tongue tastes like for you?
When you kiss his neck, does part of you still taste my skin?
The smell of the ocean that you only ever visited once, but every day for more than a year.
Do your fingers ever expect to tangle themselves in the seaweed of my curly hair?
I've been trying to remember your scent. You smelled of running through apple orchards, the sweat and the blossoms on the air whipping between trees and seaweed curls, the ocean.
I can only remember the taste of sea salt and chipped teeth.
But when you taste his lips, do you ever taste the salt of me?
Do you ever smell the ocean in the air, the ocean on my lips?
They lurk in all of us, like a black smog clogging up our moral judgement they creep and curl and consume our thoughts and innocent souls until we are corrupted with a false conception of reality and being.
They tingle on ours tongues, spitting and hissing at anything honest and true, like a snake they warp us into a forked viper's venom - poisonous and irrevocable. They bite into our victims mind, spreading only negativity and misery; oozing with droplets encomposing all the evil of the world in a single minute sphere.
They flash through our eyes, through our minds, across our hearts like dark shadows cloaking sincerity and simplicty leaving us to a life of complicated murkiness, having to plan our every move and conive and swindle our way through the maze of what is real and what isn't.
They spin us in a web, Deceit; like a hungry spider awaits it's prey, always catching us in the end...always wrapping us nice and tight until there is no possible escape except to accept the truth- that you are about to get eaten by a "spider".
One day we all get caught in our own web of lies, whether they be expressed towards others, or just as likely self-inflicted.
And one day we all have to face the truth.
i don't believe i've
really eaten anything
my stomach feels
but my heart feels full.
i think i ruined this
it was two dollars
fucked it up