Being positive is my thing,
But I do have an evil twin,
I imagine some weird things,
Like being a gastric surgeon,
Give laryngospasms for these durgeons,
I don't think they'll ever be men,
Ah, it's no use snivelling, you ken?
Hope they get chicks better than me,
Else, who is going to cook your tea?
You must stop being such sooks,
Get off buns, and learn how to cook!
If you take too long to cook dinner,
everyone will just end up
Even though I'm a kid, I do this all the time
I feel like boiling water
slowly evaporating into thin air
becoming invisible to others.
Something that came to my mind while cooking.
I cook my food on the flames of broken hearts and hatred
Boil my water on the heat of agony
They ask " why does it taste so well? "
Poetry is a food, a fueler, a filler
Of that emptiness we hope to resolve
Words are a chemistry, a balance, an equation
For nutrition of our nonexisting soul
Words- we take, we bake, we fill
Ourselves too full, we are gluttons
Sticky letters dissolve to
Nonsense, and hang off our tongue,
Always dripping, never falling
I began this movement, this culinary labratory
Where we mix chemicals together to
Create two-dimensional poisons of ecstacy
Lost in our minds, on our lips, savoring
You can eat it too!
My frying pan
Is half empty
Because I am good
Because I am great!
Trips to Mars
Drunk I am
Said the can
To the packet
I worked there
Line cook nook
The kitchen man
Burns the water
The ******* fan
Yearns for slaughter
Butterflies soar blissful
I lay down in Paradise
as the cold winds blows
It's actually cool this morning! Man, I'm so **** grateful for it!
My taste buds paint a picture so vivid
I have to say grace before I let my mind wander
put my poems
into a blender