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michael arias Oct 28
you are
the very epitome
of everything
that is
perfection
i love you.
10-26-19
Arisa Mar 3
Late night Macca-run,
Busted up hand-me-down car
Rattling along the rocky road
With his warm hoodie draped around me
Like a toga with a Supreme sticker.

AC's turned off in traffic
As the night breeze is all we need
To enjoy this comfortable night
In his car, together.

I order a hot chocolate.
He orders a cheeseburger.
And we share the fries,
And I drain his pepsi
Until all there is
Is a pile of melted ice
And the soft pallet of knock-off cola
- in which both of us refuse to drink the leftover contents.

The cup is still warm in my hands,
And the car smells of fried food and cocoa powder.
His eyes are focused on the road,
While mine are focused elsewhere.

Soon,
He drops me home,
and ditches the trash.
And that was the end of our quiet late-night dinner-date.
Macca's = McDonalds
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
That smell wafting through the air
Brings a bout of nostalgia

Lightly fried fish
Under that tunnel in Ueno
Near that subway entrance

That path we've trod on
So many times

Past.
13.12.2018
There's this smell that always reminds me of this back from Japan. Smells I'd been accustomed to through the whole my childhood.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
First assignment done
Feeling relieved and weary
Also really sore
I'M FREE!!!
*** that assignment took forever but I finally got it done.
I'm so tired, but you know what that means!
I'm free tomorrow and on the weekend!
The next part of the Masked Bard will be out on the morrow.
Right now, my brain is mush...
Love you guys! Thank you for being so patient and supportive!
See ya tomorrow!
Lyn ***
White Phoenix Aug 2018
dilated black pupil
i watch take shape
grin of pink with form so clean
ambushes grey soul

touch like feather
greets
fist of gold
bold strikes, put to rest
by feather of gold

untethered
she pilots soul
i pilot soul
never fly so low
always take high to zones unknown to globe
havent felt this way in yrz.

finally warm
finally free
finally home

then,
she's gone
ow...
solo|w|
again.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Amber-kissed choux pastry
Shells in the oven's womb
baked round, light, fluffy, hollow
Fattened with sweet cream
classic vanilla
Dust sugar powder
Prime!
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Eighth Epulaeryu! ^-^
I am on a roll!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Deliciously sweet street treat
From dough unsweetened
Usually long, thin or thick
Deep fried, golden-brown
Sprinkled with sugar
mixed with cinnamon
Chocolate dip
Aaah!
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Fifth Epulaeryu! ^-^
*** 171 followers! THANK YOU, THANK YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!
Man, I'm so happy! ^-^
Lyn ***
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Confidence is going out in short shorts
With legs a gradient of egg white to fried egg
Too bad this yolk will not break
Trapped in the shell eternally.
White Phoenix Jun 2018
I am slave
I am addiction
Airy
open my pages
Find a clear lack of clarity, apparently.
find the words of obscurity,
that kept ME,
feeling absurd / lacking purity.
Words that helped me hold you down
Hold me down
Consuming and reusing and expelling in a town
Where we have no choice but to be ourselves
Ourself as seemed reflected on a screen
Our|a|self we might through dedication gain applause for
But not ourself, the one our eye’s never see.
Even our own eyes.
A self i/u/we buried.
To seem I was special and lacked- |non|?-absurdity.
Don't touch that it's lava it's hot!
Don't worry I'm resistant to Lava you see I can do what I want and it won't hurt me.
So step into the lava and prove it to me!
Oops, I roll a 1 on my die!
I guess that means you fried!
Bye ,bye.
Copy right Michael Robert Triska 2018 Players luck! For Dwarven apocalypse game.
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