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A Slow Heyoka Apr 24
There were a few chickens once
They were travelling and found a nest
It was warm and they drank tea all night
Before their love was put to the test

Now one chicken goes back
To sit and think and write
He pecks at the tea and wonders
Every Friday around midnight...
poem by: A Slow Heyoka
Written on Mar 17, 2018
Kieran Messer Apr 17
For the first time,
My mouth is home.
As I bite into the
Ever-so-succulent flesh,
I feel warmth;
Toastiness.

My mouth
Lubricates with every
Soft chew,
As my teeth
Gnaw at the bone,
Ferally, instinctively.
you break my conscience
so i don't have to do it

but i'm done, okay?

i'm tired of your flippant
smile
that drains the life
in my fragmented eyes

cause she's more better
than me? seriously?

i don't think so

wake up, you little
piece of low-life
liar
I'm testing out the features where you can italicize or bold words.
a brave
boo suit
belfry bat
and gob
for her
*** up
the line
and Oviedo
worried in
romance wouldn't
dire the
leader with
a draw
but this
question not
heard flew
the coup
StoryTallinn Feb 7
Chicken, do you sometimes look up and get jealous?
Lone wolf are you afraid of the crowd?
Or really comfortable with yourself?
Black sheep are you fine with being different?
Or do you wish you were colour-blind, at times?
rgz Feb 1
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the tiniest spark
can light the way in the dark
do you have a flint?
an actual haiku
and i resisted the urge to rhyme the whole thing
mjad Feb 1
Highpitch tone
Over tan
Acne scars
Not a man

Chicken legs
All alone
Zero muscle
Only bone

Fragile heart
Selfish mind
Independent
Never kind
Grace Jan 26
oh expired chicken
you never tasted right
to begin with
shredded and unseasoned
marred by hints of skin
and cartilage
you were too embarrassing to share
and too expensive to discard

oh expired chicken
the aftermath of underestimating how much
is in each pound
and overestimating how much I eat
a shopping mistake made
after being a parasite to school cafeterias
and my mother's cooking
for eight months

oh expired chicken
throwing you away was harder
then cutting off an ex-lover
my heart yearns for what you could have been
(tasty food in my stomach)
even though you were never enough
you would make an indomitable enemy
an atrocious friend
and the worst boyfriend ever
we would have a toxic and trying relationship
but that is for another poem
Don't worry guys! I threw the expired chicken away before it was too late, so my stomach feels fine.
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