#snack
On a bright sunny day,
Walking by the seaside,
I met someone intriguing,
With a long grey beard,
Hiking on the high rocks,
Happy like a little child.
We nodded at each other,
As we navigated our ways,
He had a red and black stick,
The kind that we might think,
Seems somehow a bit much,
As it would not really help,
If the bees suddenly decided
To storm for my sweet snacks
I realized how foolish it sounded,
But I smiled on the way back.
It felt strange, like I met myself,
A few years further, as if destiny
Glitched and gave away its cards.
I hope I'll keep my dreaming ojitos,
And that sheepish, clumsy smile,
As the waves wave and the sun sets.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
whether squishy or sticky
the fruity taste
always grounded me
I don’t care that it’s immature
the happy little shapes
reminded me
of the past
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
Adventure is the beckon call
On land and on the seas
But nothing stands so strong and tall
Against crackers and cheese
I climbed the highest mountain range
Sometimes on hands and knees
The things that kept me seeking change
Were crackers and the cheese
Once on high seas tossed and thrown
And praying dear Lord please
The crew on deck began to moan
Without crackers and cheese
And so I tell you wanting rhyme
A parable to please
Through troubles you can still take time
To chew crackers and cheese
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 10:32 PM UTC
At the height of your hunger
you settled for a snack
eaten between actual meals
convenient sustenance
consumed on the go
and easily discarded as waste.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Work left office
And came right at home,
the hours don't start
And the calls don't end.
The laptop glued to my hand,
My eyes burning with the screen
No more commute, no sun
I miss those cafeteria tables.
Feasting on every snack,
No time for lunch and dinner
I don't even leave my bed
Typing away my life.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
Where there's will
There's a way
Where there's way
There's a why
Like why do I have to traverse
This path
Why can't I just stay home?
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
Little girl peeling in Orange in traffic
with your favorite fingernail
I love to watch you attack
tear off the skin chunks and save them in a jar in your car because the smell makes you feel so far away
it's very clean-smelling
This cold little orange
it's a dragon ball in dragon hands
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Knife cuts the scone smooth
Happy thoughts with bitter taste
Fragrant memories
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
i like seaweed
typically dried
yummy nori
crispy, crunchy
salty, spicy,
always savory
ironically never
on sushi
yes indeed
i love seaweed
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
You broke me, congrats
you took my heart between those perfect whites and bit down
I almost did not want to believe it
you made excuses said baby iḿ so sorry
i almost half believed it
you said chill youré overreacting and i could not stand it
what was i to you?
someone to touch but never to hold
a snack but never a meal
or someone to bury when you felt alone
as awful as it sounds to me you were just enough
but maybe that shows more about the type of girl i am and the type of guy you are
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
To you
I'm just a midnight snack
Dressed up with perfume
For you to chew on when you get bored at night
But I can promise you
That when you see me in this dress
You'll be down on your knees
Begging
For this full course meal.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Phoochkas to right of me
Phoochkas to left of me
Phoochkas in front of me
Garnished and Savored
Spiced with chaat this shell
A pani puri dunking swell
Into the jaws of yum
Into my mouth a spell
Phoochkas by the dozen!
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
Packing a snack
For the road ahead
You need to eat to survive
But a little extra food wouldn't hurt a man
Unless you ate food size of a caravan
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
I am tired of writing death poems,
yet i do when they're with me.
I used to walk down the ills when i was trying to lose weight and say thats CANCER.
When looking at sweets and salty snacks.
I would say do you not want to die Michael.
No I do not.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
Scrape,scrape,scrape.
Sounds of sad desperate melody as one would agree,
Tok-scrape-pause }x3
The happy anthem is ending,hun.
Might as well give up,
corners are mere torture,
twisting,turning,
every angle you turn that butter knife,
It doesn't reach where you want it to.
The happy anthem is ending,
the desperate background and torturous beat
comes to an end,
leaving an imprint of sadness in your mind.
no more nutella for you.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
if you had to talk without speaking would you touch, or just try and mouth the words? i will go through and like all your Instagram photos at once. i don’t care about the path less traveled, i am making my own path. i am trailblazing through the woods towards a destination that is completely unknown! often i drive my mom’s Chrysler van and crank the volume to the max. i’m sorry mom. i drive through the woods and put the windows down and let wind fly through my hair. i love driving through the woods almost as much as i love cities. catch me in the strangest places at the strangest times. i am in a restaurant on my laptop typing this and having a vanilla malt. this is diary entry #447. i have so much to tell you, there’s still so much that i haven’t said. well, if i had to talk without speaking words, i think i would touch.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
jumping into a pool of yellow glowing liquid while rich, deep, full synth chords play. time has slowed down and i am in the middle of a cannonball and i can see bats flying over my head in the almost-darkness. friends surround me and are laughing in slow motion as i fly through the air. the sun has changed the whole scene to a tinted and washed dark orange and purple color. it’s like i put on a filter but it’s real life. the liquid is lukewarm, sort of like someone didn’t put a bowl of soup in the microwave long enough. there is no word in the human dictionary to describe this feeling. i’m done pretending that nothing matters all the time. i wish there was some way i could hook up my brain to a screen so you could see what i'm picturing right now. there’s no way that can happen though, so i will just continue trying to explain through words.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
jumping across rooftops in the broad sunlight. it's morning and i'm headed to a bagel shop to get a blueberry cream cheese bagel. beautiful sunny day kind of music is playing through my headphones. from building to building, roof to roof, gutter to gutter i jump in my worn out shoes. Friday mornings aren’t usually this nice out, there’s not even a cloud in the sky. i can tell i’m getting close because of the smell in the air. jump down a fire escape and head inside. David is working at the counter this morning, and he’s excited to see a friend, as usual. i order and he throws an extra bagel in the bag as he usually does. David is a great guy. outside the world greets me warmly, it’s like 80 degrees out. are you kidding me? it’s April. it’s beautiful. i’m going to go bare foot down to the beach and draw some pictures of the waves. see you later.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
it’s really late and dark outside, i’m not sure what the time is exactly. i’ve lost count of the minutes. i am at the high school’s track and am jogging on it. the lights are on, for whatever reason. the light is penetrating through a thick fog. it’s misting and getting all over my glasses but i don’t care enough to wipe it off. i have been running for what feels like hours now. it’s been dark forever. run off the track and sit on the bleachers for a bit, drink some water i brought with me. i’m lookin over the lit up field in the bright white lights. it looks like a scene in one of those Nike commercials, but it’s much better in person. i start nodding off and suddenly i’m in the back seat of a station wagon that i’ve never seen before. the leather seats are a dark maroon color, and the world is wizzing by outside the window at an incredible speed. the driver is a dark silhouette of someone i think i know, but can’t place my finger on. i’m getting incredibly nauseous from the speed we are driving at. “please stop!” i shout from the back seat. suddenly everything goes black again and i get the feeling like we’ve stopped because my body has that falling forward sensation. i awake to a bird sitting on my head at the track. it’s morning already.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
What is a wet cat called?
"Stupid"
That's what the fish gurgled
That's what they laughed,
There bubbles of ridicule
Burst on my submerged ****
I'm glad none took a bite, they
Were meant as lunch, but a wash
Was all I had.For they were but a snack,
A meal to be had, but I was the
Last laugh, as cats and water don't
Mix like fish and dry land.
I'm glad there memory fades, and
Doesn't last, for how could I keep
This a secret, that a cat out played
By fish in a bowl who got the last laugh.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
I've always wanted
To write a poem about it
Because, just because.
I don't know why, but I guess
I really like it.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC