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Thomas Mackie May 2021
Bitter, sour, barely sweet,
when I was in your tummy,
you craved that acidic fruit,
and even though we've since leaned towards
different suns and
fermented,
it's still my favorite.

Your twisted seed,
what has become of me?

Growing up your love was a grapefruit.
Pulpy, complex cuts, precision with a tiny knife.
It left a sting on my lips,
but it fed me,
and it gave me vitamins and it was
juicy.
This morning as I consume these two halves I think of us.

Duplicate cells, my pink flesh and thick skin and
biting taste, all from you.
Both of us hollowed out and squeezed until we have nothing left to give, but we're still
bright yellow on the outside.
A poem for my mom
Red Nov 2019
peach pits and rotting herbs
you ravage my garden
but you water hers
for all I've grown I still let you cut me down to size
almanaK ab May 2018
******* gon’ hate on that fruit salad game
Cuz I don't want no money, I don't want no fame
Go say I’m a joke, say that I'm lame
This **** is a hobby straight outta the brain
So **** all y'all *******
All up in my britches
I think I need stitches
I know I need stitches
Down in the dirt
***** shirt
Pretty girl
Tilt a whirl
What a world
I keep in pocket
Scissors scissors
Open unlock it
By the lake
Big mistake
Hood rat hos
From the east earthquake
Third eye glowin’
Like a Force all knowin’
Like a full moon showin’
My ***** keep goin’
Wrote two rhymes in 24 hours
Spittin sweet while you gettin’ sour
Get cleaned up go take a shower
Nothin gon’ stop this inner power
**** you put out come back times three
I be on that wavy positivity
So I don't really care bout your beef w me
I'm lightin this L so humbly
Witch hunt
Sylph ****
***** mouth
Runnin’ out
Common era gotta common error
Looking for purpose
Shed a new layer
Don't it tear
No one is there
Fair is fair
Fair is fair
Shed a new layer
Shed a new layer
Fair is fair
Fair is fair
Cup up like scissors
***** I’m a wizard
Blew in like blizzard
I’m colder than winter
Fair is fair
Shed a new layer
Fair is fair
Shed a new layer
Fair is fair
Shed a new layer
Don’t let it tear
No one is there
Shed a new layer
Shed a new layer
https://soundcloud.com/almanakspeaks/shed-002
Kathryn Rose Mar 2018
I think I fell in love with you.

I think I fell in love
When the tears began rolling down my cheeks
Into my mouth
Onto my pillow
Against the cotton of my shirt.

I think I fell in love
When you told me
How you would remember me
Our time together, special.

I think I fell in love
When I could no longer hold you
Feel your hand in mine
Or your beating heart next to mine.

I think I fell in love
When the bright light
Poured through my window
Reminding me of your sleepy, golden eyes.

I think I fell in love
Among the melodies in the air
When I heard them play your favorite record
And felt the soft notes
Spread across my skin.

I think I fell in love
When the wind whipped past me
Leaving me with goosebumps,
Sending chills down my spine.

I think I fell in love
At the sight of a plump grapefruit
Perched on my counter.

I think I fell in love
When I thought about kissing another man,
Someone other than you.

I think I fell in love
When you wished me happiness.
Happiness you couldn't give.

I think I fell in love with you.
Anthea Nov 2017
He’s sweet
I bite into him and feel the juices pool in my throat
He’s bitter
His aftertaste
The sting of rejection lingers in my mouth

I’ve always been addicted to grapefruit
Its natural tang much like melancholy
Much like the nightshade of my heart
I bite off more than I can chew
I live for contradiction
And it’s addiction to love

Grapefruit is a woman
A woman who feels too deeply
A woman who is sweet and sour
The woman I’ll never be
I can only consume
I ate too much

Grapefruit is the man I love
Sweet and bitter
The sting of rejection lingers in his mouth
Give me more
I’m still addicted
Kevin Feb 2017
in the early bloom
when poppies blossom full of pollen
and corners that i hate
softly round themselves into an infinite curve
you'll know me all too well
before and after
the kisses i keep become exposed
from the deepest mushy peels
and gentle grapefruit mist;
but only in the early bloom.
JR Falk Mar 2016
It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. But I can't help but remember you showing me The Wonder Years and I don't think of you when I listen to them, but I will admit you still come to mind when I listen to Aaron West. It's bittersweet, like grapefruit. Both ended up my coping mechanism.
You left when I had the most faith in you I would ever have and it's not that I'm not over you. I'm not over what you did. I fear putting that much of my faith into someone again would be like handing them a loaded gun with a faulty trigger, as cliche as that is, and praying they don't shoot. I fear it wouldn't matter whether they try to shoot or not. I fear it'll happen when they don't mean for it. I'm afraid to love.
I don't hate you, but by no means do I love you, I just hope you're happy and you don't think about me when you look around that apartment, because I know I helped you move in-- I was there when you brought in your couch, bed, everything on that road. I stopped thinking about you every time I stepped into my room. I hope you did the same.
I hope she's happy, too. The girl you're with now. You did everything you could to hide the fact it was /her/ of all girls you ended up with, but it wasn't in my control that my friends told me. I'm happy you two are together-- you always talked about your connection anyway. I knew it had full potential, I just always hoped it wouldn't.
I've picked up bad habits, but haven't we all? I hope Ezra happens for you, and I hope I didn't ruin the name. I hope she treats you right.
It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. I just wish things didn't end the way they did. And I'm sorry.
12:13pm
3.26.16
Prose.
Listened to the new Aaron West track and fell apart a little bit.
Gloria Mar 2015
You're bittersweet
Like grapefruit.

You're ****.
You're sweet
And you've got that bitter aftertaste.

Some like you with a little sugar,
Others need a lot.
But a select few of us,
we like you raw.

Even though I like you raw,
I can't take your acrid taste anymore.
You're delicious, you're good,
but you're no good for me.

Maybe  I should've waited till you were ripe.
Holly Nicole Jul 2014
Grapefruit: abomination!
Such a hybrid shan't exist!
So within my machination
This strange pink fruit I protest

But if it seems I cannot win it
I will find rest within.
Yes, the peace of all my oranges,
My fruit goes without a sin
No, no hidden meaning. Just a poem about disliking grapefruit.
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