#pistachio
I have eaten all your brothers;
you're the only one that's left.
The last soldier for the slaughter.
Your last moments before death.
I'm a man made in God's image,
You're a nut born in a field.
And the trick to your undoing
is the ***** inside your shield.
So my hand descends from heaven
and it lifts you to the sky.
Then I pull but you hold steady,
you stand firm although I pry.
You have won oh mighty peanut.
'Gainst this beast survival's bleak.
Not from strength did you prevail
But by having nothing weak.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
You don't have time to read this
I'm not even taking the time to write it
I've let it fall this way consciously haphazardly
no, more like half-consciously self-titillating-ly
see if you can say that last word a few times
without smiling because I sure can't
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 12:31 AM UTC
Both our hearts are caught in between
Envy coating us pistachio-green
A varnish not shiny but smooth
Reflecting light the tiniest move
Eye-catching beauty to who dares look
A white pebble sparkling in a slow-paced brook
Containing jealous winds with restraints of ink
Emotions grow faster than you think
What starts as cloudy weather goes from small to bad
Soon a storm of feelings leaves you powerless and sad
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC