#cereal
Our lives are entangled
Woven together like
The strands in my braid
One week we all meet
In the middle of summer
This one was different
With cereal jokes and
Hot tubs and hair ties
But I bet
You’re with her now
She’s in your hoodie
And you pull her in close
Something cold
Crawls out of me using
My ribs as a latter
It sprouts from my mouth
And wraps me in shrouds
So I take out my braid
For it was never meant to stay
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC
I had three bowls of cereal today
Is that interesting? Is that strange?
What if I told you it was Cheerios
A cereal I intensely hate?
Suddenly I'm in love
Suddenly life is beautiful and so is fate
Even if I am in misery, in the darkness above
This shallow pain, this filter over my youth
It cannot touch the core of my being
The beliefs I stand for, they still hold true
If I could opt out, choose not to exist
I would turn it down with great satisfaction
Hell and hell all over again with pleasure
I feel lucky to be alive
I am lucky I get to taste
Even the ********* cereal...
Thanks, Cheerios
You're actually pretty ******* great
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
In the ***** streets
I saw your face,
In the rough sea
I felt your body,
In the bus stations
I smelled your perfume,
In my cereal
I tasted your tears,
In the loud radios
I heard your absence.
On my pillow
I shouted my goodbyes.
I don't see you anymore.
My cereal bowl is full of your lies.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
i like **** of all sizes
no matter the shape we always make compromises
they're all generally hidden behind brassiere disguises
embellishing decorations that cover up glamorous prizes
i always got milk on hand
secreted from those voluptuous mammary glands
some may say they feel like water balloon brands
silicone addition seems like an unnecessary plan
honey nut oats with those titttiiiesss!
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
I died yesterday, by my own hand,
And now here I am;
Standing like a ******* idiot in my kitchen,
And craving cornflakes.
The reasons why I did it seem hazy now;
All the buttoning and unbuttoning seemed to much,
Or else a love had left me,
And now I can't even grasp a bowl.
Stupid! That's what it is! Pure stupidity!
And I just want some ****** Crunchy Nut!
The bathrooms off-limits now;
It just makes me angry to see myself lying there,
No longer able to help anyone, least of all myself,
And that body didn't seem to care
About my cereal lust.
So here I am; staring at the cupboard,
But unable to open it,
and I don't even know if there's
any cereal left in the ****** thing anyway.
All those stupid myths about ghosts walking
Through walls was wrong apparently;
I'm just slowly fading away.
So here I am; craving cereal like a spoon.
The stupid spoon that I'm unable to grasp;
That seems to chortle, facelessly, at my attempts.
And being forever angry at that
Stupid idiot in the bathroom
For whom I feel nothing but contempt.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Days like today call for second dinners
Because days like today missed the one in the morning
Seconds dinners substitute one for the other
You get sleep, but miss the one
You miss sleep, but get the other
Though you hardly ever get the one,
You can still hope to get the other,
Because one bowl filled with satin glazed rings is just as promising as those midnight stars outside your window.
They both help you sleep
and the thunder begins to settle.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Is it...
fallen snow, frozen over a cold evening-
Amber and bronze leaves, felled by a cool autumn breeze?
Or is it simply my barky breakfast bar, leaving me wondering if others can hear me chewing...
I know my mouth is closed, I am trying to be courteous...
But can they hear it?
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Where do I start?
I still remember the warmth you gave me when i had my breakdown moments
How you never miss the ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ texts despite your busy life
How you’d surprised me with gifts and secret letters
And how you changed me, to a better me.
Dear you,
its funny to think how I started drinking coffee thanks to you
Eating your favourite cereal which u first introduced me to
Listening to the same song over and over just because you do too
Reading the book you gave me every night before I sleep.
Dear you,
How can I forget the memories we had together
Momentarily, but filled with euphoria and love
Our travels and adventures from one destination to the next
With no one but us, just us.
I miss you, I miss us, I miss everything we had, no second thoughts
One day I hope you’ll realize how i’ve been yearning for your love
How I hope we can have second chances
To understand, to love, to support each other
To be a better us.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
Sunflower cereal;
trickled clumps
cast into demi-
dune sacrificial,
China region
size cup cusp,
awaiting
the
cantankerous
gulps of pearl
globules seeped
through crinkle
cut skin petals
to sounds like
wet paper pulp
mulch peeling
in a bake sizzle.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
After these past 2 weeks...
A bowl of cereal that's 35% grain and 65% milk seems best when it's 100% cold.
And isn't that just the simplest thing for me to do right now?
I haven't eaten cereal regularly since I was a kid.
It seems nostalgic.
Bring me back to a time when things were simpler.
When things were easier.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
I'm three years old,
my mummy asks me?
"What ya wanna be when ya grow up,
"A serial killer mummy,
After that she hide the knifes?
[Puzzlement] covered my face, now that's
a big word for someone who's three, spell
check if you want to see.....
"Baby you ok?
[Puzzlement,] "I know go me. She looked
as I did was this look was it somewhat
[contagious] "I know I'm three,
"Yes mummy I'm a cereal killer. I plunge
my spoon in to my breakfast till it seeps
milk then when I've finished I bury it.
"Bury it, yes in the bin mummy there
remains rot and make fertilizer.
"My mummy looked relived,
But I didn't tell her I bury them in the garden,
in the little black bags in the flower bed.
Decaying cereal feeding the flowers nourishment.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Cap't Crunch jumped off the gangplank, as Tony Tiger, sped on through
Toucan Sam, flew overhead, Count Chocula in shadow, passing thru
Sugar Bear cannot move slowly, even though, that's how he speaks
Lucky Charms are not for children, as Lucky, often squeaks
The cuckoo called Sonny, could not control his bouncing fits
Refined sugar in the cereal, creating hyped up sugared twits
It's bound to be a precursor, an ending yet un-shown
Alzheimer's in old age, as all the studies yet unknown
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
"Silly rabbit, trix are for kids!"
Well dang, who's to say he doesn't want any trix?
Isn't he the one on the front of the box?
He represents something that he can't have.
That's ****** up.
Maybe, just maybe
he wants to eat
You ****** little kids keeping it form him
like, he just wants some cereal
Have you put into consideration of his feelings?
I hate the trix commercial, its so dumb
like, rejecting someone's cereal from them!
I would get mad if I were the "silly rabbit"
Well dang
Now i want some cereal....
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Waking up
Is the best thing
a person can do.
Milk and cereal;
Empty-headed thoughts.
crunching,
With swallows.
Humanity
At the beginning.
Scribbles made
By one fine woman
Who knows who she is.
Waking up
Is the best thing
a person can do.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Seeing your face
is like diving straight
into a bowl
of Lucky Charms cereal
that's only the marshmallows.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
I swear, we're just missing one thing
Just one last piece, and it'll all make sense.
I don't know, she says
But what she didn't know was the truth
But she wasn't alone because neither did you.
Cereal, you say
Okay,
Then what's the big deal?
It's just *** after all.
No, it's personal, to me.
Oh, like my weeds and my love for you
You're trying to hide yourself from me
But that's what you're worried about, isn't it?
That I'll see your rushing blood as You, You the Libido
No, love, you're not, and it's time you knew
That I love you more than you love yourself
So don't go hiding from this light
Let me find you out, open and honest and bright
So one day I can hold you at night
And look in your eyes
And know that I'm the only one
Who's ever had this much of you
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
I'd wanted to see the moon again –
Pockmarked and ivory, entering and
Innuendo, like crisp leaves under foot;
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” and so went
The cereal before sog. Parallel, the same
Suffering’s smeared come my bones
Under foot, under cloud and ‘ever as I’d
wander empty if even with you. You've
Turned back and continue to study,
“Away.”
I'd wanted to see the moon again -
Come the scent of fried wantons and
Neon glance; “Crackle, crackle,
Crackle,” like hot dogs over fires, only
Hindered, the hiss of a boy’s tears atop
Flame, so long as I'd understand empty,
If only with you. But your two’s atop
His lips, a smear upon the line we call,
“Horizon,” and so continues, this study
Of, “away.”
And I'd never see the moon again – So
Silence became the sun, a blight, a
Bright, the, “shiny,” I'd wish banned;
Like the eerie, like the day dad’d packed
His bags or day he'd finally died; If only
To accept this solitude, miasma
Subtracted you, with everything else,
But emptied you. An impasse atop
Endeared eidetic, as I’ll try and I’ll
Recall and I’ll fail, this test to finally
Forget.
So I’d rest with an, “F,” he’d rest in
An urn and you’d rest, simply rest, at the
Top of your class, without fault, and a
Graduate, your study of, “away.”
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
I don’t eat cereal as much as I used to.
Mind you, even when I was younger I didn't eat it every day.
However, in my life I have eaten more bowls of cereal
than I can even begin to count.
Not only does the sheer volume of cereal consumption escape me
I can’t recall the brands.
Now the question that I find
begins to haunt my waking mind,
have I already eaten the best bowl of cereal I will ever consume
and forgotten the taste?
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
There it is again, the craving.
I can feel it crawling under my skin.
The need to feed is too strong,
I can't move.
Not until I have it.
The poptarts put a dent in it,
But it's not enough.
The cereal, better,
It's coursing through my veins.
I can feel myself getting stronger.
The pepsi, it fuels me,
I can do everything now,
No one can stop me.
I will be satisfied for now, maybe an hour.
Then the urge will return and the cycle will start again.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
a label
something they said,
often
I was led to believe the real truth
the truth that i wasn't perfect nor was i extraordinary
The lies
The truth
nothing made sense anymore
ugly, fat, loner, creepy, weird
i was now a cereal box
many labels of not normal ingredients
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I'm sobbing into an empty cereal bowl of broken dreams
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC