#donuts
A farmer from Farmington sowed
His hectares with freckle of toad.
When asked what would sprout
He hadn’t a doubt
Of harvesting doughnuts à la mode.
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
I dreamt
You brought me
My favorite
Donuts...
That's all
Good enough
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 1:36 PM UTC
This morning’s light seemed to blink on,
suddenly, like an urgent message.
It painted the lone, brittle cloud, racing somewhere
warmer, a shocking school-bus yellow.
There’s a -30 degree wind-chill this morning,
my coffee seemed hotter and more comforting.
I usually keep my windows cracked at night
but this air feels aggressive and sharp as a knife.
The quad, usually bustling on weekend mornings,
is empty and the few cars I see are smoking like old steam trains.
I was dreaming of sweets and of walking to “Donut Crazy,”
but that actually would be crazy, if not suicidal.
“Ooo!” I say after digging through the kitchen cupboards, “we have pop-tarts!”
Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 12:31 PM UTC
I always get up early. Early, early, early and it’s Saturday morning. So I scooted over to “Donut Crazy” and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I’m NOT suicidal.)
At 8am, I’m in the suite common area, on the couch, binging “Ladybug and Cat Noir” on my iPad and I realize that Leong, one of my suitemates, is sipping her coffee and staring at me like I’m a bad pet. I look around to find myself sitting in a shower of confectioners’ sugar speckles.
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” I disclaim.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
I could eat a dozen
Perhaps I ought, I glance at
The box, white and untouched
Alone on the table, sweet air inside
I can’t help but break the seal
Revealing ****** frosting, perfect lines
Would anyone know if I took
Both a fritter and macaroon?
Lord help me, no restraint
As I grab a fistful
My waistline can’t trust me
My tongue simply yearns
For every single pastry
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
It’s the wholesome feeling when you tear into the
delightfully messy glaze
The soft fried dough
It’s a classic
Doughnut shop
The place you feel most comfortable
The most hungry
A place you make new memories every time you go
A doughnut by yourself, with a friend, with a special someone
This corner doughnut shop
Is my safe place
My home base
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Fear hurts.
No matter how happy I am, there is always fear.
When it’s dark at night, there is fear.
Fear crawls underneath the blanket with your beating heart.
When you eat an ice cream cone, there is fear.
Fear slides onto your tongue, along with the sweet, frozen cream, and makes its way down your throat.
When you squeeze a pillow, fear will be there,
refusing to exit your mind.
Fear, why won’t you exit my mind?
It never leaves me..
But fear is what keeps you going everyday.
When you climb a great pine tree,
you feel glad, happy, strong, though never fearless
for fear’s there lurking in the needles right there with you.
When the sweetest pitbull licks your face with it’s oh so soft tongue,
you fear that it will leave you.
When your phone rings,
you fear of who it is.
Fear makes me fearless
When you play, you still fear.
You don’t even know what you fear but
fear is everywhere.
It doesn’t make sense.
Fear doesn’t make sense.
Fear is fear.
When fear comes along
Fear is your best friend
Fear makes me dance.
When you love something,
you fear that it will go away.
You fear of yourself.
You fear of the world.
Fear comes to make life harder,
to make you sad,
to make you scared,
but your heart is full of joy so you just sit at the kitchen table,
eating donuts with a side of fear.
You may love fear, you drink it like it’s coffee,
but you hate fear even more.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Fingers trace
the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.
Nothing left
between us now
but donut crumbs.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
You're eyes glazed over
We're happy, smiling, joyful.
Other days were upset, ignoring each other, furious
Yet, we seem to be forever connected
Connected into by the vines of the jungle,
The mockingbird calling her babies
Showing them the passage and way
Of a short life.
Life beginning, life ending
These are things that forever happen
Forever circling in the pathway of success
Loving each other, just like the middle.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
I'm a 40-hour a-week'er,
365 days a mommy,
But nobody calls me 'wife',
Sleepy most days,
Donuts no glaze,
Navigating a new life.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
There is nothing quite like a Caramel Apple Thumbprint Scone
I bought two tonight, one for the road and one for home.
Sometimes I buy one for me and one for Mum,
Didn’t bother to tell her I ate them both…every… last… crumb.
Tonight on my way home I decide to buy a baker’s dozen
The trouble with that is I ate six and got an upset stomach
Now here I sit upon this throne, tootin’ and thinking all alone
That there’s nothing like a Caramel Apple Thumbprint Scone….hic!
K.E. Carman
2017
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Oh Doughnuts!
Oh oh Donuts!!
Oho delicacy!!!
This is how I long for you,
To drop into my mouth,
To slide down further.
Long enough now it is,
Your sweetness lingers,
On my mind ever since.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
You know that voice inside your head,
That whispering ***** that wants you dead,
A hell grip tease, knows every fault,
That sly little snitch that you can’t halt.
A slick negotiate this voice of yours,
Knows the Band-Aid tricks that you adore,
Rough *** play drugs, drink all day,
Says **** yourself, you’re a throw-a-way.
So listen crisp, you’ve got an outside chance,
Shit-can the guilt and the worry romance,
Stoke this moment, jive the second you’re in,
Don’t end your life, let the ****** begin.
It’s a hollow *** world, we all wearing shells,
Hard knocks, beat downs, sad farewells,
So write your **** make your memories scream,
Claim your poem, tip type the bad dreams.
We can’t make it easy but we can hear,
A community listens, maybe offer a tear,
It’s a bruise harsh life, so take this hand,
Black and white your **** no reprimand.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
In response to the text: *"who wants to get ********* this weekend?"*
I reply: I'll bring donuts, Gatorade, and Cards Against Humanity.
I tell the girls that the snacks are for them, so they don't get too drunk or hungover.
But really I know myself too well, and I binge when I feel lonely.
Its hard not to feel lonely, when you're the only sober one there.
At the Party:
Never Have I Ever reveals more than I ever thought it would.
I might be the oldest, but I am by no means the most mature.
Things I have never heard of, things I could have never thought of are things of which they speak.
Two donuts are gone.
Their alarms all go off at 10:00 for birth control. They take out their mini purse packs of 30 pills, no bigger than a credit card.
I don't take birth control, because my periods are regular, and well:
Depression+antidepressants+confusion of sexuality= no *** drive at all.
I mean zip, zero, nothing.
Leaving me to be the only ****** of the six girls here.
Three donuts are gone.
Hours ago though, I took my 300mg of Seroquel XR.
I timed it just right.
This time I won't fall asleep hours before everyone else
'Pong' requires drinking so I sit their and watch.
Four donuts are gone
Shots are taken.
I pour more tea into my mug.
Five Donuts are Gone
Drunk face-timing old friends who have moved away results in much yelling, and her hanging up.
I start a new group text where I talk only to myself.
All Donuts are gone
There is no wonder why alcohol and depression don't mix
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC