#pear
I can give you my time all I can spare
Watch you all day your the only one I care.
You can catch me looking at you, as I stare.
Wishing I wasn’t here, I rather be over there.
I can’t be so I’ll substitute me with flowers & a bear.
I need oxygen to live but I survive on your air.
We’re one of a kind to make a pair.
I wonder if that forbidden fruit was a pear.
Because the shape of your body..i wanna grab I swear.
I can’t even go on without you..I just wanted to share.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
Pear on the coffee table
Apple on the counter
A loaf of bread
On the unmade bed.
My heart in your fridge,
Half broken, half dead.
-- Eleanor
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
again hit the nail
what is next to the verses
what is next to the most beautiful
and the most wonderful phenomenon
phenomena
effects
pears
again hit him
again with his right foot
how sick of it
how sad from this
why is he doing this to me so
this nail
13.08.18
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Just imagine
if you were an apple
an orange, a banana,
a peach, a pear
All day you could hang
from a tree limb
And no one would care
Unless they were hungry
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
in a box
candy
chips
two apples
a pear
are in the box
the box
is sitting
on white
tiles
and that
is where
the box
lies
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Here early looking through the news:
the mountain plane crash,
the arabic voodoo,
the red and blue men saluting arguments.
What is missing that is new?
New spring leaves on flowering scented pear tree,
new age spot on sagging skin.
What is truly old?
Things grievous falling from sky;
alarming cries about civilization's ruin;
plunging sharp items into people
to squirt blood in boyish delight;
roots of spry pear tree
summoning life into sky.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
An Elephant In Gray, A Pear In Hay.
Met Each Other On This Day.
An Elephant Pulled Out A Knife, A Pear Without A Wife.
Met Together With A Strife.
An Elephant In Gray, No Pear In Hay.
Left Each Other On This Day.
But The Pear Would Return...
In The Month of May
Ex Parte.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Remember curiosity,
The reek of home,
Sleeping with a
Mouthful of fevers.
Remember gold,
Roasted muscles,
The shackles in your thighs.
Remember me,
When you discovered
Hearts of past lovers
Live in your fingernails.
Remember you,
A mad-driven star,
Biting waves with such
Honeydew eyes.
Remember patience,
Threaded into your skin with
Pear tree splinters.
Remember:
Even God knows limits.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
This is a thing
Papple...
Where a satanic beast
slipped an innocent victim
a Roofie
and 9 months later
Papple...
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC