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The corners singed
Smoke rising
It was on too long
So not surprising
Next time I won't read:
The email, the text, or the
Instagram message.
Tomorrow I'll forget
I'll flick the switch
And my mind will drift
Like a balloon sailing out to sea
And once again burnt toast
Will be waiting for me
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.

I burnt the toast again tonight. Good thing. A poem came of it.
Bobby Dodds Apr 2021
life is lonely.
and death gives terrible company.
so-
Would you like some dinner?
Tough ***** though, You're buying.
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
My dear friend please show me
How to act like I know these

Bumbling facades running this place
They’re all fakes that take up the space

Stuck in a whirling fantasy of power and fame
Tucked in a twirling travesty of towers of blame  

That they could never take for themselves
Lingering at the top takes a lot of help

They have gluttonous accounts, that makes all the headlines  
Without the money around it’d be an endless breadline
Juliana Mar 2021
She was put together
like the glistening gold,
the perfect patty,
of a McDonald’s hashbrown.

He had fallen apart
to mutilated mush,
the saltless
slivers of the
school cafeteria’s.
Sam Steele Mar 2021
See the kettle boiling
(Ate the biscuit long ago)
Have to let it brew a while
Tenterhooks are all aglow

Nervous system ready
For the stimulating brew
     {sip}
Oh my goodness gracious
Too amazing to be true

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C See the kettle boiling
8 (Ate the biscuit long ago)

H Have to let it brew a while
10 Tenderhooks are all aglow

N Nervous system ready
4 For the stimulating brew

O Oh my goodness gracious
2 Too amazing to be true

C8 H1O N4 O2 – The Caffeine Molecule
Levita Mar 2021
Normally I wouldn't start this way,
But-
Its not you , its always me,
Well I suppose in a fashion you are blameless to a point,
Equating you with love and comfort was a mistake,

I need to set some healthy boundaries,
In the end I hope we can be friends,
but for now,
Its arms length
Till I get my mental strength.
I recently have been fighting some health concerns and I have always known I eat my feelings, unhealthy I am aware but I need to address these the best I can
BCS
****** chicken soup,
Yum Yum,
Puddles of chicken soup
All over the space,
There's a tornado of soup
These days
Plenty of chicken soup
In the fridge too.
Happy the family,
Forevermore
For gallons of chicken soup
Every day made in the bathtub...
Hot warming the heart to the bones
******,
Bon on sweet
Puddles of yum yum,
On a plate the bowl
Of YummyYum,
****** chicken soup.
Chicken is: 1. sweet (godammit, let's hope it won't be killing us - 'cause God forbid, we want to live forever!)
                      2. tasty and nourishing, for sure! Nurturing only sentiment of good use.
                       3. ******* condescendent (these days. I Wonder if this is the way chicken always was. So ****** silent and all of).

*"- ****** survivors!" launched the chicken boiling in the bowl...
-****** chicken... Soup! Too hot again! the ragged voice of the termite terminator blurted.
- Oh, how I love a good hot bath and a juice show on such a hot day! Grinned the carrot.
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