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It was January
4 a.m. on the dot.
Helena

I froze awake
Haunted by a ghost
Of the past

All I could
Remember was
Helena

A COURSE
IN MIRACLES

***

It's 4 a.m. *****
I don't care if
You're Helena

Risen from
My Chemical
Romance's Grave

Or worse yet
Helena Bonham
Carter

Hell I don't care
If it's the Carter
HERSELF

The Quuuueeen
Beyonce
Or J
J
K
Wake
Me up
For any or
All of this cause
...
Google

HELENA

A COURSE
IN
MIRACLES

I double
Dog
Dare
You

https://twitter.com/abdlKC/status/1166877878413189121?s=19
Chase
...
Paw Patrol
...
Based
On
An
Entirely
Too
True
Story
Cyan Aug 18
Medicinal mumbo jumbo
bungles through me,
takes the thoughts that once I’d got
and crumbles them
with circus sounds and sharpest smells,
over some sweet experience,
to pop into my mouth
as I sit in the reclining chairs
of cranial cinema.
A little brown dog called Dip Sea
Named after a simple peso snack
But many things occur in the real deep sea
Strange sea monsters freely roam the depths
Shipwrecks forever remain with their trapped crews
Lost aircraft look factory fresh but will never fly again
Unseen mountains as high as Mt Everest invisibly reach up
Unidentified alien craft speedily explore miles below the surface
Scuba divers practise their skills safely diving for an hour
Several large ships dump illegal waste into the ocean depths
Sea life like whales and dolphins intelligently live and play
Lost continents hint at ancient races of people now drowned out
Land based planners plan deep water towns and cities
All this and more takes place in the great ocean depths
Remembered in a small brown dog called Dip Sea
Danny Nov 2018
Plunge into coffee
Softening to perfection
Love me some cookies
Johnedel Rubinas Oct 2018
Pancakes

Soft, circular, fluffy delight.
Euphoric taste, ******* to the mouth.
Heart pounding, as Aunt Jemima lathers her essence all over this treat.
Fresh bright fruit falling onto this plate as if it were sent from the heavens.
An earthly treat from Mother Earth, guaranteed to fill your satisfaction.
Savouring every bite, tingling all your senses.
A meal that could tickle ones soul and enlighten their day.
Pancakes, a synonym for yum, the definition of bliss.
Chameleon Aug 2018
Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't.
Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie.
I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed.
As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink.
I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said,
I don't normally go for that kind of snack.
Terry May 2018
Welcome to the meat shop
Where arms and legs dangle from the top,
Where discarded fats ooze from the lid
Of a metal bin and a giant squid
Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door.

And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter
Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register.
Aunty comes with her butcher knife.
She’s about to chop the life
Out of that carp. She misses! And swears.

Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor.
My lord!
Blood sputters from her knuckle.
The entire scene gives me a chuckle.
And I wake up from my dream hungry.
5-8-2018
Quite hungry right now :)
cher Sep 2017
i'm the third-- the third
kilometer,                 the third wheel;
somehow it feels as if i belong.
i'm different to them, but still   one.

the three of us,      laying facing up
                staring at a night sky         imperfect
and          not         beautiful, not the
post card stars we see still but
       c l o u d s    o f   p o l l u t i o n  
illuminated by the artificial ambers
      of a bustling asian city
dying          below.

we stare at the clouds,    lying in
comfortable
silence, till i break it.   a random fact,
that the clouds we saw as close were
three    kilometres away.

a memory i  
            doubt they remember,
but immortalise in these     words, words
      they'll see.

we were stupid, are still young
  and dumb--
we         splurged not on     poisons
but on jokes,
   ironic water costing limbs.
we splurged not on the
      clubs and       drinks
                    but on snacks in the
   supermarkets below,
sorethroats gone from our worries
          tomorrow.

i was third kilometre, now
three      thousand      kilometres
away from them.    i thank the
orange clouds of pollution and
the plastic      grass we had slept
      on that i'll be the third
kilometer once again,


we wait for october.
part of a collection of poems about going to visit my friends again.
No rush of the bulls
filled these narrow cobbled streets
where tradition and
songs sounded over pinxos,
and stories of San-Fermin.
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