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Lily Peacock Apr 26
The leaves on the tree outside my window get bigger by millimeters,
And the umami delight of marmite on crumpets is comforting and luscious,
One eye shut because the sun if filling it with heat and light,
This way I can still read my book in the sun,
These joys,
These small joys,
Which you have to take note of, you must,
Are endless;
Cold beer zapping my tongue like electricity, zing zing,
Dippy eggs with toast crunchy and eggs runny , salt flecked across the top,
Coconut hand-cream rubbed between each finger and thumb meticulously,
Music pouring through rooms into the flat and lilting in and out of earshot from outside, inside, next door and my radio,
Sparrows with their endless cheep cheeping,
Steam from strong black tea, gilded with rose, warming my hands nose and stomach,
The tiny hairs on raspberries, so soft and the juice so ****,
Plans to go no where, somewhere, the pub! A river! A farm! On a train! On a boat! On a bus!
Freckles springing up like stars on my girls nose,
Candles which pack the room full of floral, honeyed scents,
Crunchy apples,
Flaky pastry,
Warm bread,
The tsssssssttt when you open a can of Coke,
Lemons, just lemons,
The bbzzzz bbzzzz of my phone carrying I love yous, and for ***** sakes,
You have to take note of these joys, you must,
Because when I think about 16 women dead by lovers hands,
I feel I've hollow bones,
I need the beer, eggs, hand-cream, music, sparrows, lemons and bbzzzz, tea, bread, pastry and plans to keep me upright,
And I send thoughts of dippy eggs and lemons to those without.
ms reluctance Apr 24
Bottom heavy, firm to touch,
summer flushed round cheeks,
pleasantly pitted. Stripped ****,
swerve curve, mellow flesh
deseeded. Cubed, served
papaya.
Sweet!
NaPoWriMo Day 24
Poetry form: Epulaeryu
Ashari Ty Jan 7
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nothing beats a drukn n nighht
like a peaceful tipsy twilight

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Beer and chicken while you watch the purple sky <3
shuble Dec 2019
I have a bone to pick with people
who have
the audacity
the gall
the *****
to put Nutella
in the fridge

if you don't know what happens
when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
I will tell you.

when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
it gets all hard

similar to when frosting is put
in the fridge
or when you lose your innocence

then when a cool person comes along
(ex. Me)
wanting to make a
GLORIOUS
peanut butter and Nutella sandwich
and it's FROZEN
mmmmm...

let's just say that persons' quality of life
will be dimmed
i have strong feelings for Nutella
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*( Nutella )*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
shuble Dec 2019
Sometimes I just think about things
let my mind run, as free as the creek which babbles
furiously at the injustice of the world

I think about
school
people
friends
food
the inevitability of the doom of the human race

boomers

to

millenials

to

zoomers

to

doomers

to

DEAT­H


I'm
scared scared scared scared scared
of all the stuff
there is to think about

ok  now. that's enough of that.

I'll be happy now
with the time I have left
content with my demise
smiling at the death
of all the fake things I care about
H a h a, we're all gonna die someday but that's okay because reasons. just live with yourself because maybe you can delay the inevitable death of our species!
Amanda Oct 2019
Hungry
Always hungry
Munching on yummy food
Eating delicious snacks all day
Starving
Day 8: Write cinquain on any topic
Alegria Mir Mar 2019
I
ice cream

awful for the health
the teeth
the emotional well being
but like every confection
she was delicious
the slide of my tongue
unto her neck
then her nectar
the temporary pleasure
after everything
cold skins melting
izzn Jun 2019
Here, have this iced coffee
I buy it just for you
Take a shot of this caffeine
to wipe out all them blues

Here, have this iced coffee
Sorry, it has squared-up cubes
Tell me how it tastes like again,
Does it taste good?

Here, have this iced coffee
One that's just as cool as you
Do you love it?
because I love you
:) it's just me being cheesy lol sorry have a nice day :)
“creamy unto delicious” he marvels and marvelously replies,
when a hazy memory from mournings past asks howz it taste?
this café au lait in a french  handleless cup big enough to drown
your bad dreams, just the thing, the A way to start to day, manufacturing schemes to wipe the slate or just add to a long longingly “to never do” list, time frozen, whitened emptily clean, a familiar frenemy

but staying in bed on a beauty of mostly sunny, partly cloudsy day,
is tempting now that he is armed and dangerous with mug gigantic,
doing nothing is so sublime, until a lunchtime of Corona and lime,
reminds you that dinner planning will be needed under the influence of vin rosé, ordering by app so easy, marveling at the choicest array, easy quick under his non-currant existence, wordplay for no-audience

when there is no one there to disagree or temper your eyes appetite,
or bring you café with heart designs in caramel and white, or inquire
howz it taste so you nonetheless reply out loud with tears while wondering how memories live-on, in drinks and catch phrases,
you answer when she no longer, not here to ask, to gentle reprimand,
but answer the answer to everything, with an all encompassing
    crémeux à délicieux                           creamy unto delicious,
reminder to David, you now, king of nothingness, shepherd of no one,
no longer need a real voice to answer unto anything



~for my lover of everything french~
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