#foods
so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger licken good
you've, been puck, and tuck
from the neck,
down, to your feet
so how, does,
it, feel,
to be so finger licken good
you've, been powder, and pampered,
and felt up, in places,
you,
yourself,
couldn't, even reach
so how, does,
it, feel,
to be, so **** tasty,
just, so, lip, watering crispy
that, I'd knock down
my little, old granny,
just,
to get, a another,
greasy, fried bite
so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger, licken, good
that you have won, first place
right on top of my plate
so, tell me,
how does it feel
aka: lyricvixen
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 11:02 PM UTC
It is pleasant and tasty.
It is bright and cheerful,
The children are blameless.
for the reason that they drink it.
Because their world is virtuous,
Ever since it was green and polite,
It is bright and blue.
So, the morning is flawless.
For sure, today's weather is good.
because the children are drinking "Koko."
And they eat so copiously of Kosai,
Their mouths feel the sweetest,
Their ears stood up straight.
Their bodies are boogying,
They dance well, twirling.
Because of the tasty taste of Koko,
And this was boiled so freshly,
In Safana's Poetry Kitchen,
For children, drink it hot.
It is really good.
It is really tasty.
Children, remember spring,
The millet is harvested.
Children, remember summer,
The corn is harvested.
Go to the farm and cut the crop.
It is a good thing in the morning,
for grannies to mix a porridge
A corn and millet porridge
and is an aroma in a pleasant atmosphere.
Children, let's dance and dance,
Because Koko is delicious,
And Kosai is also delicious.
Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 9:59 AM UTC
My sweet strawberry,
I breathed in your scenty life
I tasted your sweetening ber'
I cherished your fruit delight.
I pleased your roundabout hour,
I leaved your stretchy bed flower;
I savored your seedy ripe,
My strawberry in the night.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
**~for the men and women who fish to feed the soul of others~
this spring we will not walk Central Park. The cherry blossoms and the new buds will go unobserved, and just like a
felled tree
in the forest, their birthing, weeping, and silent dying, will go unheard.
but the roses come!
delivered by Whole Foods, red roses included with our food order,
for red roses are a vital staple, a gift of the globalized logistical feat that feeds we eight million prisoners, a red beacon to all currently
held in solitary confinement.
The men who bring them from the Netherlands, and the men from the Caribbean who deliver them, they by virus, as of yet, have not
been felled.
and I turn my mind’s eye to the mountains of heaven asking
“From Where will Come Our Salvation?”^
heaven answers with a wry awry, why Whole Foods, of course!
the cut roses pass in a few days, their heads slumped over, victims of their own virus, the inevitability + cyclicality of time.
but the petals, pose a question,
as they too are
felled and fall,
how is our death different from yours?
neither I, or the quietus of the empty streets,
even heaven,
have a ready reply;
for all of us are
felled, fallen,
by an onerous, hungry
silence.
^ Psalm 121:1
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC
Waiting for the sun,
but all we get is rain.
It peeks through one day
and the next it storms.
Its a lot like life.
Waiting for the good,
but all you get is pain.
Every chapter repeats.
Rain, rain, rain,
can bring flowers,
, but can also bring floods.
Life is full of flowers and floods.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
I am carnivorous
On Sunday to Tuesday
I am vegetarian
On Wednesday
I keep fasting
On Thursday
I am Omnivorous
On Saturday
Please,
Find time, when I can
Party to Hell
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
I have a very limited diet.
I survive off sweet and nutritious thoughts.
The compliments that taste like candy.
I devour them whole.
Put a little icing on me.
I could use a personality.
What do you want me to be?
Something sour? Or something sweet?
Cut me open, limb by limb.
Tell me good things.
Eat me and tell me how good I taste.
I crave the validation.
The bad thoughts have my stomach tied in knots.
I puke them out until I'm hungry again.
I could use some sweet things.
So all your thoughts get shoved down my throat.
Order anything you'd like.
I'll be whatever you want.
I'll make sure to consume perfection.
You are what you eat after all.
Am I good yet?
Am I too much, too little?
Too sweet, too savoury?
I will take in your thoughts and make you happy.
I'm filling up on too many thoughts.
But I'm starving.
I'm overeating all the nice things you say.
My insides are an overflowing shipwreck.
What flavour is my personality?
Should I just scrape it off?
Everyone will like me more without it.
Everyone will like me more without it.
Devour me whole, tell me I'm pretty.
Take a bite of me.
Call me the perfect identity.
Do you enjoy me?
I purge your thoughts and change my flavour.
Why aren't you happy?
My stomach is empty.
I've forgotten who I used to be.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
When I saw you,
My stomach was rumbling ,
I dont know what it is ...
It feels like someone punch me in it.
Every lunch , when you're around
I can feel the pain ,
deep down in my ribs,
I can hear the screams
the scream of my silent stomach
but then I knew it was just a Hunger
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
The time I felt tummy hurts
Those that needn't the doctor
Those of hunger strikes in me
I clinged to worry for myself
Before my life discovery.
Was too used to pizza and burgers
Nothing from my own homeland
Though in my search I fell in a direction
An improved variety tabled for us
Down the table I sat, not popular to the world but my tummy signed in
Lost my taste buds to only this
To that I ate like a hired thief in full bites
The bells of Hawaiian, becon, chicken, sausage, all for One
A Rollecks.....
Marked my anniversary of love for snacks
The place whose memory runs in my blood
The Ugandan Nemo's,
Imprisoned my love for Rollecks
One of a kind shared without regrets
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I am not a big fan of chocolates,
I am not a big fan of cheese,
I am not a big fan of snacks,
I never can drink any sodas,
Yes, I consider myself different.
I never had been drunk,
I never overeaten foods,
I never went out night,
I never had been involved in a community,
Yes, I do feel that I am different,
at least I saw it from my narrow point of view.
But I'm no different from the others,
One thing that everyone has been doing for months and years,
Writing poems in Hello Poetry,
expressing each story, or just some random words.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
if you had to talk without speaking would you touch, or just try and mouth the words? i will go through and like all your Instagram photos at once. i don’t care about the path less traveled, i am making my own path. i am trailblazing through the woods towards a destination that is completely unknown! often i drive my mom’s Chrysler van and crank the volume to the max. i’m sorry mom. i drive through the woods and put the windows down and let wind fly through my hair. i love driving through the woods almost as much as i love cities. catch me in the strangest places at the strangest times. i am in a restaurant on my laptop typing this and having a vanilla malt. this is diary entry #447. i have so much to tell you, there’s still so much that i haven’t said. well, if i had to talk without speaking words, i think i would touch.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
jumping into a pool of yellow glowing liquid while rich, deep, full synth chords play. time has slowed down and i am in the middle of a cannonball and i can see bats flying over my head in the almost-darkness. friends surround me and are laughing in slow motion as i fly through the air. the sun has changed the whole scene to a tinted and washed dark orange and purple color. it’s like i put on a filter but it’s real life. the liquid is lukewarm, sort of like someone didn’t put a bowl of soup in the microwave long enough. there is no word in the human dictionary to describe this feeling. i’m done pretending that nothing matters all the time. i wish there was some way i could hook up my brain to a screen so you could see what i'm picturing right now. there’s no way that can happen though, so i will just continue trying to explain through words.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
jumping across rooftops in the broad sunlight. it's morning and i'm headed to a bagel shop to get a blueberry cream cheese bagel. beautiful sunny day kind of music is playing through my headphones. from building to building, roof to roof, gutter to gutter i jump in my worn out shoes. Friday mornings aren’t usually this nice out, there’s not even a cloud in the sky. i can tell i’m getting close because of the smell in the air. jump down a fire escape and head inside. David is working at the counter this morning, and he’s excited to see a friend, as usual. i order and he throws an extra bagel in the bag as he usually does. David is a great guy. outside the world greets me warmly, it’s like 80 degrees out. are you kidding me? it’s April. it’s beautiful. i’m going to go bare foot down to the beach and draw some pictures of the waves. see you later.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
it’s really late and dark outside, i’m not sure what the time is exactly. i’ve lost count of the minutes. i am at the high school’s track and am jogging on it. the lights are on, for whatever reason. the light is penetrating through a thick fog. it’s misting and getting all over my glasses but i don’t care enough to wipe it off. i have been running for what feels like hours now. it’s been dark forever. run off the track and sit on the bleachers for a bit, drink some water i brought with me. i’m lookin over the lit up field in the bright white lights. it looks like a scene in one of those Nike commercials, but it’s much better in person. i start nodding off and suddenly i’m in the back seat of a station wagon that i’ve never seen before. the leather seats are a dark maroon color, and the world is wizzing by outside the window at an incredible speed. the driver is a dark silhouette of someone i think i know, but can’t place my finger on. i’m getting incredibly nauseous from the speed we are driving at. “please stop!” i shout from the back seat. suddenly everything goes black again and i get the feeling like we’ve stopped because my body has that falling forward sensation. i awake to a bird sitting on my head at the track. it’s morning already.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC