#nut
I invite you to the greenfield,
At the corner of hope and love.
It rests upon the hill,
Overlooking a lake of blue water.
We will be in the company of
A solitary nut tree, heavy with fruit,
An old picnic table carved with scattered letters,
And a chorus of bees whispering to wild pink and yellow flowers.
A beautiful sunset will cast its light across the greenfield,
While the sky shifts in confusion—orange, red, and pink.
A blue butterfly dances, delighting in the gentle breeze.
A playful squirrel nibbles on nuts,
While a nest of birds sing in anticipation of visitors.
Together, we shall let nature read our minds,
Feel our hearts, and speak our words
Through its muted language.
Hussein Dekmak
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
You're like the villain in my own story
as soon as it seems good you reappear,
what was once so close is no longer near.
When I take one step forward, you take two steps back
two steps forward, four steps back
no matter where I go, I'm always trapped.
I stand on these crutches but others stand higher,
while they're looking ahead, I'm looking tired
I guess it's just how we're wired.
We've convinced ourself this is normal
"I'm just stuck in a rut!" but in actuality,
maybe I'm just a nut?
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
You took my soul with you when you left
You had lost yours so you borrowed mine
apparently.
Now I’m just an empty shell
The sweet nut taken out and treasured
And the crackled shell left to disintegrate.
My body decomposing,
I walk around becoming a zombie,
filled to the brim with anxieties and lost hope
lost hope for a future with you
because there was so much more we were supposed to do
but of course you took your heart and soul with you when you left this earth,
and decided to take mine too.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Knees shake
*** quakes
My nut like a loose cannon
The bust plentiful when it happens
The might of this nut
Destroys oncoming traffic
People running
From the
Nut-aggedon
Fin
Sean
2018
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
It’s been said that I couldn’t do it,
Go without a nut till the end of December.
The whispers growing louder as
The bets are growing higher,
Cause no one trust the line that
Timur has given up the nut,
Ah, let me check... yes
From the mid of November.
Am I crazy to play this game?
Cause I’m as weak as any other man.
And what can be better then a nut on
A cold morning in mid of December?
And oh my god there’s so many nuts,
Of every shape, size and color
But ****** I’m a man and I can
Give up a nut till the end of December.
But you better believe it
That the day after The Cold Sad December,
Your boy is going crazy to celebrate
The End Of No Nut December.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
No Nut November
Is the hardest thing
I have ever participated in.
Seriously, it’s really hard.
Like all the time, and at the most
INCONVENIENT places.
Waiting for the train? Hard.
Taking a dump? Hard.
Wedding or funeral?
Yea let’s not go there...
But the worst moment by far
was telling a homeless man
I didn’t have any change, and he
Said, “it’s okay, no one’s been this
happy to see me in years”
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Well it seems that one million miles from my home
where the water is clear and the valleys are gold
And the land that is really home to me
is all the way across the sea
I hold in my hand my soul and my fate
I try to use gold when lead would be great
I can tell even though I cannot see
The land that I care for is full of beauty
The old me is gone and I miss his laugh
But he's captive now in a photograph
And the many great things I could have seen here
have vanished with time and gone with the years
Ive looked through the sky and fallen like rain
the place that I landed was never explained
the mobile I was given from a drunken clown
painted my smile just like his cold frown
for how far I've traveled Im in the same place
sometimes I doubt life isn't a race
and even with all the trips round the sun
time can **** pain just as good as a gun
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
A thunder in a crack of the ceiling
A shift of lifts
A slit of drifts
A lightening in the blanket of the cloud
A ghost in an alley of the monument
A walk of talks
A well of balks
A shadow in the groovy path of an ago
A cupid stuck and struck by a serpentine
A tale of the past
A pale hue of trust
An arrow aimed at the kernel of the nut
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
I am random but heart of gold
Love or hate me kind of person
I walk on glass for people i love
A dream of love in world that has been so cold
I am misunderstood but to see me is something great
I want grow and look at world outside of the box
My words are from my heart
I have open soul but my story is still going on
I fall but get back up see another day
I am me in this nutshell
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
why do they salt the outside
we eat the organs
and leave the shredded exo-
skelatals
underfoot and on the desk
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC