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#pepper
"Lend an ear" "Listen close" "Take this to heart " "Pay attention" "Hear me out" "Things are good, I guess" "I'm sorry" "I don't want to cause you trouble" "You go on without me" "Oh, it's nothing really" "..." "..." "..."
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 10:37 PM UTC
Lend an ear
You shook your head in sadness at the sight of my scars, not knowing that you had held the knife that caused them.
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
A log in your eye
I think that in the winter my stutter must get worse, because lately, I can't say anything right.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 6:21 PM UTC
Seasonal Stutter
Creepy Dolls In my room are three dolls. One tall, Two short. The short ones have soft blonde hair. The tall one is fancy. It rests with a smile unlike the somber twins. A long time ago, they were put into storage and never taken out, until an old granny died and they were set on the dusty shelves of Goodwill, overlooking the cracked and ***** dolls just like them. I picked them up because I know how it feels to not be wanted. People call them creepy, and haunted, but I call them mine. And now they have a home.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:21 AM UTC
Creepy Dolls
Our Angel “We found her bones under the stairs,” He said to me. They were fresh, dripping with ichor and smelling of sunshine. That day, my heart was ripped out of me and buried with the bones. Because without those bones breathing and smiling and telling me sweet lies, I don’t know how to live. “It’ll be okay,” He continued. Not knowing that I was the one, I was the one who had to tell them, “Our Angel is gone.” And I know that once I tell them, amidst their tears they will **** me too.
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:03 PM UTC
Our Angel
***** Everything is so, so ***** Everything is of mold, or rust, or flies, or rot. Gosh, am I ***** too? I want to find something nice to wear, something that will make a stranger think, “I wonder who she is.” Yet, all my sweaters have holes. The black sandals I got on clearance left stains on my socks. How am I supposed to be loved? How am I supposed to do well? How am I supposed to live if I am so *****
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
*****
Legends be told, and written in tomes of a creature which roams the residence of the family: Lee- Through shrubs and trees, though silent and unseen, it seeks seeds- Ones of fire. Ones of sweet. The creature seen only when: upon them, it feeds, simultaneously. Its form of a boar with a tongue of alchemy, ignites in a spectrum of brilliancy. Hovering eyes remain but for a moment and weep vehement tears; crystallizing with the essence of harvest.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Ode to Tear Drops
If gloom descends; Capsicum appends: Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens. Biological conversion from stagnation to movement. Shaman, brother, lover, friend. Bold holistic resolute. Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
CapSAYicin
As a small child I constantly seek any kind of discovery But things get wild With what the kitchen cupboard brings Without my shepherd I grab the pepper I don’t know what it’s meant for So in my hands it’s centered My eyes start to tear up My nose starts to tingle My fingers will clear up This temporary wrinkle I rub my eyes Bringing demise Violent cries Follow pries All I feel is pain Surging to my brain In my eyes torrential rain Burning me until I’m insane All I see is red Inside my head From pepper fed To my eyes of dread Father grabs me And holds me under a faucet I think he’s attacking I think he’s lost it Help he’s killing me I’m going to drown With water he’s filling me So he’ll no longer frown But he pulls me out before I die Much to my surprise There’s no pain in my eyes And I can see my father is wise I mistakenly Thought he had forsaken me And was murdering me blatantly But he was actually saving me So it’s him I trust Because I must But I have a lust For wild gusts So I am his student Yet not as prudent I’m always truant Ignoring influence But I pick it up along the way Just before my life decays I recall a helpful phrase Or words of praise I get lost But then I am found The only cost Is to think I have drowned
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
Pepper
One of the best feelings The first bite of my favorite meal. It's hard to decide if it's hunger Or anticipation. All of this savored in smile. The spice of salt, pepper among things The aroma coming from plate to spoon, The simplicity of it all. I live for this feeling, This warm cozy feeling, A tight hug from meal to lips. Theres no better feeling. Tight hugs Followed by her kisses
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
Tight Hugs & Her Kisses
One afternoon, 'neath the shed, mr. groundhog waited... nothing in sight,  not a cat, nor a leapfrog just the fading sound of walking clogs "oohhh, she's gone!  time to burrow .....my path is still short and narrow." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: mr. groundhog started digging.....up to the rotting log of the wide, cut-up oak tree, upon which, a bull frog landed...then, leapt to a hidden garden bog. fine rains started to wet the soil...at last, mr. groundhog, emerged from his hole on the grassy center he popped his head out.....suddenly, great fear enfolded him, he felt a rushing wind...whatever, whoever, could be watching....then, an odd scent filled the air, it persisted...that stinging smell...of pepper lucky woodchuck! the scent dispersed in the ether its tiny granules got soaked in rainwater. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: mr. groundhog sighed..."i'll leave it to the weather, i'm kinda tired...........october, is almost over." Sally Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan October 24, 2018
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Mr. Groundhog
I shall not call myself a poet to thee Instead I shall allow you to walk by and judge me like the bottle of wine you did not buy because my label appears plain. Simple on the outside I may be but within I'm bursting with flavors you can't even begin to see. And I won't whisper all your misgivings I'm sure Muscato is sweet I know fancy and perhaps giving You won't know all by looking at me even once you're in tasting to try the lingering spice leaves you craving drinking me dry. and even then..
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Untitled
pink pepper berries, invite to pluck and partake; at one's peril of course.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
The other facet of reality-Haiku
It's duller now I only see you in my suggested friends list... or in tagged posts. Or in your sister's comment threads. But I still remember when seeing you on my timeline made me burn up. At first it was ginger, spicy and sweet. Talking to you made me feel like I had the universe in my head; probably because you told me you were studying the string theory and you knew how stars formed. After a while I didn't feel a burn anymore. I didn't feel anything in my head except empty and I didn't know how to remedy it, except by putting all of myself towards keeping you from feeling the same. I lost myself; you found me, absorbed my strength, and said you had none to give back when I needed it. The night you tried to **** yourself wasn't ginger, cayenne, or even the weak sting of crushed black pepper. It was pure peppermint oil: molten silver and acidic. I have no other words for it. It hurt almost as bad as when, after weeks of not knowing if you were dead or alive, you texted me. "So, your cousin is pretty amazing... we've only been talking a week but I think I'm in love with her?" That was cayenne... But now I guess I've built up a tolerance.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Capsaicin and Peppermint
Once I chased a girl in Calicut, Her diet, just pepper, not her fault, Wooing her I'd plead, "You are hot, I am glad, But burn just my mouth, understood?"
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Love in Calicut (Limerick)
I knew an old man who swallowed a peach, A peach is a pepper a pepper a peach, a peach is a fruit, My what a toot to have eaten such fruit, he swallowed the Pepper to follow the peach but I don't Know why he swallowed the peach, Let's make some pie! I knew an old man who swallowed a plum, A plum is a cherry a cherry a plum, a plum is a fruit, My what a toot to have eaten such fruit, he swallowed the Cherry to follow the plum but I don't Know why he swallowed the plum, Let's make some pie! He swallowed 'em whole...! Gasp...
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
I Knew An old Man
Sam Pepper posted a video on YouTube. It showed one friend pretending to be kidnapped, and shot and killed in front of his best friend. His best friend, believing that he'd watched the other die, said, "Please, no, he's all that I have."
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
December 1, 2015
Someone stole the last piece of my turkey sandwich. I bet the ************ put some pepper on it. I hope it was pepper from that ***** *** pepper-shaker that is no longer see-through. That ******* left me with one poker-chip pickle slice and Those pieces of potato chips that you Have to spear with a fingertip to eat. That son-of-a-bitch! I am sure he put mustard on that last piece of turkey sandwich; In that delicate delicatessen squiggly pattern that is all in the wrist. -And, speaking of wrist, that ******* forged my signature perfectly. He even put another Lone Star bottle on my tab then Neatly arranged the bottle caps next to four toothpicks. *That suave ************ To honor him, when I get home I am going to smoke his **** **** his girlfriend and take his ****
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Last Piece of Turkey Sandwich
What will it be today?"   " I'll have some garlic, pepper and coke. " " will that be all?" "Yes." Log:  Ship Orinas last: 121299€ I made a short stop on planet earth.  I am back in route toward home.  Of course it's not every day one gets to stop and have the best spices and drink in the galaxy.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
garlic, pepper, and coke