#grapefruit - Hello Poetry

Bitter, sour, barely sweet, when I was in your tummy, you craved that acidic fruit, and even though we've since leaned towards different suns and fermented, it's still my favorite. Your twisted seed, what has become of me? Growing up your love was a grapefruit. Pulpy, complex cuts, precision with a tiny knife. It left a sting on my lips, but it fed me, and it gave me vitamins and it was juicy. This morning as I consume these two halves I think of us. Duplicate cells, my pink flesh and thick skin and biting taste, all from you. Both of us hollowed out and squeezed until we have nothing left to give, but we're still bright yellow on the outside.

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May 19, 2021

May 19, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC

theratking

Grapefruit

Bitter, sour, barely sweet, when I was in your tummy, you craved that acidic fruit, and even though we've since leaned towards different suns and fermented, it's still my favorite. Your twisted seed, what has become of me? Growing up your love was a grapefruit. Pulpy, complex cuts, precision with a tiny knife. It left a sting on my lips, but it fed me, and it gave me vitamins and it was juicy. This morning as I consume these two halves I think of us. Duplicate cells, my pink flesh and thick skin and biting taste, all from you. Both of us hollowed out and squeezed until we have nothing left to give, but we're still bright yellow on the outside.

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peach pits and rotting herbs you ravage my garden but you water hers

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC

crimsonanarchy

of Grapefruit & Gods

peach pits and rotting herbs you ravage my garden but you water hers

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******* gon’ hate on that fruit salad game Cuz I don't want no money, I don't want no fame Go say I’m a joke, say that I'm lame This **** is a hobby straight outta the brain So **** all y'all ******* All up in my britches I think I need stitches I know I need stitches Down in the dirt ***** shirt Pretty girl Tilt a whirl What a world I keep in pocket Scissors scissors Open unlock it By the lake Big mistake Hood rat hos From the east earthquake Third eye glowin’ Like a Force all knowin’ Like a full moon showin’ My ***** keep goin’ Wrote two rhymes in 24 hours Spittin sweet while you gettin’ sour Get cleaned up go take a shower Nothin gon’ stop this inner power **** you put out come back times three I be on that wavy positivity So I don't really care bout your beef w me I'm lightin this L so humbly Witch hunt Sylph **** ***** mouth Runnin’ out Common era gotta common error Looking for purpose Shed a new layer Don't it tear No one is there Fair is fair Fair is fair Shed a new layer Shed a new layer Fair is fair Fair is fair Cup up like scissors ***** I’m a wizard Blew in like blizzard I’m colder than winter Fair is fair Shed a new layer Fair is fair Shed a new layer Fair is fair Shed a new layer Don’t let it tear No one is there Shed a new layer Shed a new layer

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC

ab_y_me

Shed a New Layer

******* gon’ hate on that fruit salad game Cuz I don't want no money, I don't want no fame Go say I’m a joke, say that I'm lame This **** is a hobby straight outta the brain So **** all y'all ******* All up in my britches I think I need stitches I know I need stitches Down in the dirt ***** shirt Pretty girl Tilt a whirl What a world I keep in pocket Scissors scissors Open unlock it By the lake Big mistake Hood rat hos From the east earthquake Third eye glowin’ Like a Force all knowin’ Like a full moon showin’ My ***** keep goin’ Wrote two rhymes in 24 hours Spittin sweet while you gettin’ sour Get cleaned up go take a shower Nothin gon’ stop this inner power **** you put out come back times three I be on that wavy positivity So I don't really care bout your beef w me I'm lightin this L so humbly Witch hunt Sylph **** ***** mouth Runnin’ out Common era gotta common error Looking for purpose Shed a new layer Don't it tear No one is there Fair is fair Fair is fair Shed a new layer Shed a new layer Fair is fair Fair is fair Cup up like scissors ***** I’m a wizard Blew in like blizzard I’m colder than winter Fair is fair Shed a new layer Fair is fair Shed a new layer Fair is fair Shed a new layer Don’t let it tear No one is there Shed a new layer Shed a new layer

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I think I fell in love with you. I think I fell in love When the tears began rolling down my cheeks Into my mouth Onto my pillow Against the cotton of my shirt. I think I fell in love When you told me How you would remember me Our time together, special. I think I fell in love When I could no longer hold you Feel your hand in mine Or your beating heart next to mine. I think I fell in love When the bright light Poured through my window Reminding me of your sleepy, golden eyes. I think I fell in love Among the melodies in the air When I heard them play your favorite record And felt the soft notes Spread across my skin. I think I fell in love When the wind whipped past me Leaving me with goosebumps, Sending chills down my spine. I think I fell in love At the sight of a plump grapefruit Perched on my counter. I think I fell in love When I thought about kissing another man, Someone other than you. I think I fell in love When you wished me happiness. Happiness you couldn't give. I think I fell in love with you.

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC

He’s sweet I bite into him and feel the juices pool in my throat He’s bitter His aftertaste The sting of rejection lingers in my mouth I’ve always been addicted to grapefruit Its natural tang much like melancholy Much like the nightshade of my heart I bite off more than I can chew I live for contradiction And it’s addiction to love Grapefruit is a woman A woman who feels too deeply A woman who is sweet and sour The woman I’ll never be I can only consume I ate too much Grapefruit is the man I love Sweet and bitter The sting of rejection lingers in his mouth Give me more I’m still addicted

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC

Rad-and-sad

Grapefruit

He’s sweet I bite into him and feel the juices pool in my throat He’s bitter His aftertaste The sting of rejection lingers in my mouth I’ve always been addicted to grapefruit Its natural tang much like melancholy Much like the nightshade of my heart I bite off more than I can chew I live for contradiction And it’s addiction to love Grapefruit is a woman A woman who feels too deeply A woman who is sweet and sour The woman I’ll never be I can only consume I ate too much Grapefruit is the man I love Sweet and bitter The sting of rejection lingers in his mouth Give me more I’m still addicted

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in the early bloom when poppies blossom full of pollen and corners that i hate softly round themselves into an infinite curve you'll know me all too well before and after the kisses i keep become exposed from the deepest mushy peels and gentle grapefruit mist; but only in the early bloom.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC

fern

grapefruit poppy

in the early bloom when poppies blossom full of pollen and corners that i hate softly round themselves into an infinite curve you'll know me all too well before and after the kisses i keep become exposed from the deepest mushy peels and gentle grapefruit mist; but only in the early bloom.

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It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. But I can't help but remember you showing me The Wonder Years and I don't think of you when I listen to them, but I will admit you still come to mind when I listen to Aaron West. It's bittersweet, like grapefruit. Both ended up my coping mechanism. You left when I had the most faith in you I would ever have and it's not that I'm not over you. I'm not over what you did. I fear putting that much of my faith into someone again would be like handing them a loaded gun with a faulty trigger, as cliche as that is, and praying they don't shoot. I fear it wouldn't matter whether they try to shoot or not. I fear it'll happen when they don't mean for it. I'm afraid to love. I don't hate you, but by no means do I love you, I just hope you're happy and you don't think about me when you look around that apartment, because I know I helped you move in-- I was there when you brought in your couch, bed, everything on that road. I stopped thinking about you every time I stepped into my room. I hope you did the same. I hope she's happy, too. The girl you're with now. You did everything you could to hide the fact it was /her/ of all girls you ended up with, but it wasn't in my control that my friends told me. I'm happy you two are together-- you always talked about your connection anyway. I knew it had full potential, I just always hoped it wouldn't. I've picked up bad habits, but haven't we all? I hope Ezra happens for you, and I hope I didn't ruin the name. I hope she treats you right. It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. I just wish things didn't end the way they did. And I'm sorry.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC

jessica-r-falk

Grapefruit

It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. But I can't help but remember you showing me The Wonder Years and I don't think of you when I listen to them, but I will admit you still come to mind when I listen to Aaron West. It's bittersweet, like grapefruit. Both ended up my coping mechanism. You left when I had the most faith in you I would ever have and it's not that I'm not over you. I'm not over what you did. I fear putting that much of my faith into someone again would be like handing them a loaded gun with a faulty trigger, as cliche as that is, and praying they don't shoot. I fear it wouldn't matter whether they try to shoot or not. I fear it'll happen when they don't mean for it. I'm afraid to love. I don't hate you, but by no means do I love you, I just hope you're happy and you don't think about me when you look around that apartment, because I know I helped you move in-- I was there when you brought in your couch, bed, everything on that road. I stopped thinking about you every time I stepped into my room. I hope you did the same. I hope she's happy, too. The girl you're with now. You did everything you could to hide the fact it was /her/ of all girls you ended up with, but it wasn't in my control that my friends told me. I'm happy you two are together-- you always talked about your connection anyway. I knew it had full potential, I just always hoped it wouldn't. I've picked up bad habits, but haven't we all? I hope Ezra happens for you, and I hope I didn't ruin the name. I hope she treats you right. It's been almost a year and I don't love you anymore. I just wish things didn't end the way they did. And I'm sorry.

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You're bittersweet Like grapefruit. You're **** You're sweet And you've got that bitter aftertaste. Some like you with a little sugar, Others need a lot. But a select few of us, we like you raw. Even though I like you raw, I can't take your acrid taste anymore. You're delicious, you're good, but you're no good for me. Maybe I should've waited till you were ripe.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC

gloriaz

Grapefruit

You're bittersweet Like grapefruit. You're **** You're sweet And you've got that bitter aftertaste. Some like you with a little sugar, Others need a lot. But a select few of us, we like you raw. Even though I like you raw, I can't take your acrid taste anymore. You're delicious, you're good, but you're no good for me. Maybe I should've waited till you were ripe.

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Grapefruit: abomination! Such a hybrid shan't exist! So within my machination This strange pink fruit I protest But if it seems I cannot win it I will find rest within. Yes, the peace of all my oranges, My fruit goes without a sin

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

Tophattime

Grapefruit

Grapefruit: abomination! Such a hybrid shan't exist! So within my machination This strange pink fruit I protest But if it seems I cannot win it I will find rest within. Yes, the peace of all my oranges, My fruit goes without a sin

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We know you, and your little dark colors too. A picture book in your purse penned in mustaches on the full faces of your fare. We call you from bed, 8 o' clock in the morning, dog-light you slow wander the Peruvian darkness making jellyfish tentacles with your hands while you feel your way through Salem. We're colder than night and we wake thrice the bits of your day gig. You collapse in a green field of dandelion where thrushes drown you in Brown. We gorge ourselves on mango slivers, pineapple yolks, a half of grapefruit. We know you are close to your end. On the tops of the cities you call to your lycan friends, the half-sick and muted bray allures them to you, from Bratislava and Mimon, the thoroughfare through the suq. We wait. The foregone untold, the beep beep jug jug swoop sound of the nightingale, in all her dun glory, we wait. Then, as if descending through the moor-lounging silver smoke, the cool stickiness to your fingertips; the fog. We are there when the blue-less and smoky screen surrounds you, when you shank the auburn Scot hair of the sly fox that stalks, say, a cigarette from your lips. When you take the corners swiftly, gadding the streets. The prize king of vulpicide. You rub its matte fur against your bristly gray beard. And while you lay in your lumps of twelve carat flesh you bleat and you nag. One day you will never come home.

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC

martin-narrod

Johnny 3:16

We know you, and your little dark colors too. A picture book in your purse penned in mustaches on the full faces of your fare. We call you from bed, 8 o' clock in the morning, dog-light you slow wander the Peruvian darkness making jellyfish tentacles with your hands while you feel your way through Salem. We're colder than night and we wake thrice the bits of your day gig. You collapse in a green field of dandelion where thrushes drown you in Brown. We gorge ourselves on mango slivers, pineapple yolks, a half of grapefruit. We know you are close to your end. On the tops of the cities you call to your lycan friends, the half-sick and muted bray allures them to you, from Bratislava and Mimon, the thoroughfare through the suq. We wait. The foregone untold, the beep beep jug jug swoop sound of the nightingale, in all her dun glory, we wait. Then, as if descending through the moor-lounging silver smoke, the cool stickiness to your fingertips; the fog. We are there when the blue-less and smoky screen surrounds you, when you shank the auburn Scot hair of the sly fox that stalks, say, a cigarette from your lips. When you take the corners swiftly, gadding the streets. The prize king of vulpicide. You rub its matte fur against your bristly gray beard. And while you lay in your lumps of twelve carat flesh you bleat and you nag. One day you will never come home.

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