#avocado
Like an avocado
It is cold and hard if rushed
But melts at a touch after too long
Yet it's so worth it
For if timed right it is
Soft
Comforting
As it should be
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 7:55 AM UTC
A simpler life
No more anger and strife
In the yard, in the sun
Spinning in gardening fun
A big floppy hat
Sunglasses acrobat
Crisp, refreshing mint juleps
When I finish planting these tulips
Owning a house is dream
A capitalist scheme
Millennial bravado
When you choose avocado
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
~~~~~*If------
I
want*
to hold
*something
wholly good
in my hands
thinking of you
beloved true love
in the forest laying
I'd hold two sacred
long avocado
shaped seeds
in my hands
ever so gently
stroking both
Day dreaming
Of the one king
who loved me the most
in this whole wide world
My twin flame twin soul
Great among great elite
Richest among richest
King among kings
My wilderness
Ghost
Lord
~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
Copy Rights Apply
2020
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
In the middle of the night I awoke
With a lion growling in my stomach
So carefully and without a sound,
I made my way upstairs and into the kitchen
To fetch a delicious snack for this lion
That calls itself my stomach
As I opened the refrigerater
And as the pale white light it emitted
Illuminated the room,
My eyes began to scan the shelves for something to eat.
When all of the sudden
They landed on a strange
Blackish-
brownish-
greenish
Lump.
What is this strange lump?
I thought to myself.
So with the bravery of a thousand warriors,
I extended my arm
And lifted the container.
I removed the lid.
And inside
What I found
Was
What used to be an avocado.
I went back to bed.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
¿Quien eres tu?
Yo ya no te conozco
Ya han pasado los meses
Y tu has cambiado
Te cortaste tu pelo
Ya no me hablas igual
¿Quien eres tu?
Y que hiciste con mi novio
El que me quiera
Y me decia chula de cariño
Me daba besos y abrasos
Yo a ti ya no te conozco
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
I have my friends
But I'm so lonely
I have a dog
But I'm so lonely
I have my siblings
But I'm so lonely
I have my parents
But I'm so lonely
I don't have you
And I'm so lonely
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
I always wonder where you are
What you're thinking of
Do you think of me?
Do I cross your mind?
You're always on mine
I always wonder where you are
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
You won't be my date to fair
And that's not fair
I cry to my mom once a week
God I feel so weak
All you did was lie
And now all I do is lie
We don't say good morning
You being gone has me in mourning
All I do now is write
About how neither of us was right
You stung me like a bee
But I will let you be
I need something new to see
I should go to the sea
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
I thought I meant more to you than I did
Then you let me go I fell and I slid
Every one says that you're just a kid
I saw you today, I was the one that hid
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
I'll carve myself out of the bones of a former me,
Shave off the soft, spongy gut making my calls,
Leave a strong oak cask,
A barrel of good decisions,
Or lessons at least.
The new me, rough and cut by experience!
The sky can shape my eyes,
And the sea my heart,
Weathered like a cliff but tough like an avocado,
I'll resemble myself like a sister,
Just more me.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
if my lips are red.
I had avocado (it does not agree with my body).
Stroke me-
but proceed with caution.
if my lips are read.
Dickens was ******
through my nail-beds.
and is sprouting around my veins.
“Honey” me-
with the dew from his tongue and his alone:
i will open myself up freely to you,
like petals spreading from a bud-
only less graceful.
and not as Chaste.
quite ****** actually;
when my cells are fighting against a forbidden fruit.
- the alligator pear of mexico and birch pollen -
and my tongue is soaked in English verse.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
Like some pitted, coal-black dragon egg,
it sits among the other fruits, exuding weight.
It draws my eyes away from the obsequious apple and banal pear,
its shape curving elegantly between their contours.
As my hand clasps around it, I feel its skin
of sinful reptilian texture.
As I place it upon the cutting board, a hundred possibilities
spring to mind.
What will I do with this trove that lies before me?
I will take a knife
in one hand
and the avocado in the other.
I know that, like gold it will be heavy,
and will feel soft without being so.
The knife breaks the skin.
Never has so smooth a wound been made,
as the blade circumnavigates the centre.
And with a twist,
it falls open.
A blinding springtime dawns on my eyes, revolving
around a dark sun,
and the absence of one.
So perfect these halves look, side by side,
the only two pieces
of a sultry puzzle.
There is no blast of stinging scents.
They are the enigmatic philanthropists of the fruit world,
bestowing their riches quietly,
without great shows of favour.
The first long, horizontal slice slides free
and lies, curving wonderfully in and out.
Fingers reach down and arm moves up,
lips part.
The moment the vibrant green meets desiring red, I breathe again.
Nothing else in this world has such a wealth
of subtle freshness,
or spreads as soft as morning sunlight.
And yet it is never airy or thin,
but carries an embracing gravity.
I open my eyes.
The rest of the fertile crescent awaits me.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC