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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.
The uniVerse Jul 2018
Words are dead!
there I said it
words are dead
the words in your head
are in the past
the words that you said
will not last
fireworks that attract the eye
liar's words in the mind
an explosion of language
and then silence
they do so much damage
and cause violence
chasing words
feeling tiredness
healing words
are band-aids on the soul
a soothing to the ears
they're dropped in empty holes
for who hears?
who really listens?
words are dead
we have visions
images of creation
words are no salvation
just pointers
pointing to the infinite
still they loiter
words we can't forget
we hold them to our chest
like lifeless children
we always do our best
but the words **** them
and now all that's left
is dead...
dead words.
https://www.instagram.com/p/B0PHnWvHq_w/
Constantine Jun 2018
once i overdose
i'll see the rest of you
in hell
jonni inferno May 2018
a cheeky ****
she wooed me heart
an' fain 'twould see me face

“A glimpse dear sir
of thy fair visage sir,
a glimpse but to inspire.”

yet when she saw
the pic i sent
she thought i had
expired



for the cheeky tarts...

pic poem
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for full effect - i highly recommend the Pic Poem
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Skaidrum Feb 2018
vi.

The first lie that my
mother fed to me still tastes
like expired love.
Of the haiku series
vi. flesh & sacrafices

© Copywrite Skaidrum
aisha Oct 2017
you tore me
to pieces
like I was
an expired coupon
though I am
still valid
Diána Bósa Jul 2017
Your memory is
like an expired polaroid
film - I still keep it

as though it would be
the most precious treasure of
mine, yet I am

aware of the truth:
till I walk this earth I will
never take a look at it.
Pea Jun 2016
W
Can you reach me and touch my skin,
Can you look me in the eye and heal the dead?

Warm nest, lots of worms
What am I to hope to be found?

Warm coffin, lots of flame
What am I to hope to be found?

You can say my name as if
It is the core of my existence

You know what to call me, right?
Now nothing else really matters
Oh nothing
How useless


IM OK W ANONIMITY
will be the
worst lie i ever come up
with
though i'm
NOT
lying
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
My birth certificate has expired
It's time to burn me in the fire
Send me off to the crematorium
My life is a moratorium
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