#simmer
I bake my words, served to you with love
Until they've simmered through and through
And although they may seem meaningless
I still recommend you slowly chew
There is a flavor to my words
The ingredients, I myself grew
Each morsel hand picked to be used
For the stew made for just us two
A dash of this and a dash of that
All while conscious not to include trans fat
A healthy meal of friendly chat
That's where I see us, that's where we're at
The stove acts as the interpreter
That transcends consumption into fact
And it's the essence of a home cooked meal
Which allows for opposites to attract
I put my soul in to my soul food
I stir up the fun in my fondue
Just as I do with my advice to you
To be washed down with a frothy brew
I speak with good intentions
I'll use my past experience as proof
You'll see....
I'll have you dancing beside your tastebuds
Before this evening's through
With song in heart and stomach full
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Jesus tried and was nailed to a cross for it
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
I want to focus on the good with you
I want to simmer all of what is us, and wait for the excess to evaporate
with all it gone I can see the basics
you make me smile
making you laugh makes me feel warm
the sound of your voice is one of the best sounds on earth
my world feels aligned when I’m with you
you make me happy
these are the basics
the bare essentials of what makes up you and I
And it’s all I need
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Oh these lack of easily spun words
Sticky caramel masses in the back of my mind.
Stuck, stuck, stuck
Messy to boot
And stuck
To worry it, or stick it back on simmer?
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
I will write a poem,
because my lips are cracked,
and drool pools on my bed.
I will write a poem,
because my back blips signals,
blasting emails to my brain,
because yeah, it hurts.
I want to write a poem,
because people blink
too much when I talk,
and I feel my prose
maintains my moxy more
than my throat.
I should write a poem.
Surely, if I don’t, surely
no one will remember
that I’d spoke.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC