#spinach
Better eat your spinach boy it put some hair on your chest
Better keep your hair long girl go put your *** in a dress
"You better go to church"
"You better come in first"
"You better make it worth my while"
He had to make it worth their while
Wile, cunning, coming through the window when the door locked
When their guns cocked
Good lord made the rainbow
But if you’re gay best don’t get caught
Drink your coffee black, boys
Black boys getting shot
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Long day
Meeting
Yelling
Fine I’ll have a salad
Love spilled out in green spinach
One day I’ll love myself as much as you love me
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
a broad spinach patch,
in a sea of red, green drop!
silence contemplates.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Green was his favorite color.
He hated spinach.
It was funny, the face he made when he had to eat it if he wanted ice cream after dinner.
He loved Clifford the Big Red Dog.
He wanted a dog just like him.
He was a very sweet boy, one that everyone loved.
I loved him the most.
He was my son.
I stood over his casket and my tears dropped on his face.
I almost thought he would wipe them away for me, "Don't cry, mommy. I love you."
It wasn't his time.
He was 4.
You took him away from me.
I want him back.
Give him back to me.
Please?
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
The couple sat together on opposite wings of the jet plane. “I would like to know you from the inside out. To swim up through your toes and fingertips and learn to be as you are,” she called to him. He replied, “Your pain and despair taste like spinach but I will eat them anyway.” She peered at him across the sky, saying, “I do not understand your hills and valleys, the forests and seas that inhabit the recesses of your heart. Show them to me, let me learn how they sound.” To which he answered, “Your joy and compassion taste like caviar and I wish I was richer.”
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
They talk, don't listen
Don't listen, for what they say isn't true
Their heartlessness can't break us
It's not your fault
They don't see
What I see in you
Set petty judgments aside
Your value is insurpassable,
Undeniable.
Your tenderness against my tongue
Tender, but never too sweet,
Almost bitter.
No sugar coated lies
Just fresh and raw.
Honest and genuine,
You provide what I need.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Vivid cultures dancing
like jellybeans in a frying pan.
Pop like a violin
flow with the rhythm of the sandstorm.
Spinach leaves sway in the depths of the ocean
like worms
hooked through one of its many stomachs
filled with plastic bottles.
****** honey bombs flavour
the ink that spills across
the landscapes.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC