#noodles
I turned my back,
ignored its pleas,
but found it,
staring back at me.
I tried to hide it,
beneath my bed,
in a wooden box,
with a wooden lid.
But it shook the floor,
rattled the pipes,
knocked the door,
and flicked the lights.
I tried to paint it—
the colours ran.
I tried to shape it—
the best I can.
But it returned.
Caught unaware,
so I sat it in—
a doctor's chair.
"Doctor, please,
I have this pain,
something that
I can't explain."
"Listen, sir,
all tests are done.
Clinically speaking,
there's nothing wrong."
So I locked my pain
in the trunk of my car,
and drove it down
to the nearest bar.
The bar was full—
of people like me,
hiding their pain
for all to see.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
I watch,
And I pull different pieces
Of her out the bowl.
Somewhat tangled and a bit messy.
I twist her all up even more,
And put her in my mouth.
The steam rising fresh from her.
My mouth catches her,
All of her.
Hot, slightly salty.
I love the way she makes me feel.
Eventually, her ways will become mine.
She isn't just some mess in a bowl.
And although I am hungry,
The pieces of her that I drag to my mouth. Are moderate.
I've never tasted anything like this
Before.
She isn't just a quick bite
Of temporary need.
My tongue, my gut,
My soul loves this tangled goodness.
She is my safe space
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 3:50 AM UTC
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Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC
the noodles
sit in the warm,
steamy water
they've turned
soft and mushy
left in too long
why? well,
you see,
this person who
wanted to eat them
suddenly had an
intrusive thought;
this caused this person
to get anxious
about eating
so the noodles
were abandoned
in the starchy water
left there
to drown
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
I carry a white noodle bowl,
carefully up to my chin.
I smile as my nose catches,
the steam so grey and thin.
I set the bowl down gently,
Because it was too hot.
and take this time to ponder,
The noodles I have got.
A small carrot captain,
rides his vessel south.
But the spoony seas are violent,
and bring him to my mouth.
Legions of green sprouts,
are armed and at the ready.
But their base was built on broth,
and therefore is unsteady.
A scallion sergeant paces,
He’s timid and afraid.
And hopelessly fell in love with,
A mushroom mermaid.
The brothy land changes,
As beef enters the scene.
And to the broccoli scouts,
this meat is only mean.
Finally the egg,
who knows he’s the best.
Will wander around the edges,
till he decides to rest.
The dinner’s duty done
I tilt the ocean east
And drain the sea of veggies
into the belly of the beast
I take the styrofoam bowl.
And poke a hole in its side.
The bowl is now found empty
All my friends have died.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
She told me that she never had real spaghetti before.
Of course she's had spaghetti before but not in the sense that made it worthwhile.
When I asked why she replied that it didn't feel real.
That in a sense it was pasta.
She always broke the noodles when she made it.
She developed a fear that everything would boil over and catch fire.
That part of the noodles would be too crunchy.
All of it would never fit in the ***
Her mother always broke the noodles so it just became habit.
In the same breath.
She told me at least once,
That she'd like to twirl the noodles around the fork.
The complete taste and feel of what makes it spaghetti.
The cheese blending into the sauce.
The big ball of noodles just wrapping around the fork waiting to be bit.
When I asked about the meatballs she laughed,
She was vegetarian
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
There are boiled noodles
There are fried noodles
There are instant noodles
There are non-instant noodles
There is ramen
There is pasta
All of them can be tasty or not
Depend on the eaters
Poems are like noodles
There are so many kinds of poems
All of them can be good or bad
Depend on the readers
And I am hungry.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Oh Ramen, Sweet as sugar
You shall fill my stomach with a myriad of tastes.
I am like putty because you’re my ******
Your enchanting dance at an unstoppable rate
Sip, slurp, and swallow
Everywhere you go I follow
I can’t help but be the cooker
Since you’re an amazing looker
You’re the heart inside my soul
seeing you every day is my goal
It is my heart that you stole.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Eating a bowl of noodles
Slurping the squiggly lines to extinction.
Gulping down the boiling hot broth
Coughing a bit, breathing a lot.
Wishing everyone a happy new year.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Colorless icicles hang off my hair
That has lost all of it's bounce and sway
Now resting on top my head
Looking like a disarray
Of sauced up spaghetti noodles
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Absent of thought,
I wait for the meal
that we know too well.
I know the noodles
will seem undone,
the flavor will remind
of times past where I knew
nothing better than easy food,
but I brought it anyways.
I don't want a photo
of my childhood,
I just want lunch.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Bundled up in my big blue blanket,
Holding my heavenly hot cocoa,
Simmering as I'm sipping,
Nibbling on my noodles,
I gaze out the window,
Rain, rain, rain,
Grey clouds canvassing the sky,
Water falling creating rivers in the street,
The only thing I vow to accomplish today at all
Is finish season seven of Supernatural.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC