#yummy
snippets sewn together
single mouthful
chocolate and tripe
- yummy- yucky
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 8:19 AM UTC
a fresh start
i haven't had one of those in a while
after being insulted
told my poetry was not art
i could use a fresh start
such an amazing site
not social media,
not quite,
which was what she said i needed
well, susan,
maybe you need social media.
maybe poetry isn't your thing.
i call myself a poet
that is a large title to carry around,
especially since i am so young
i wonder why people talk to me as if i am nothing more
than some piece of trash,
littered on the side of the road.
so i give myself a thing many people give themselves,
a fresh start.
my poetry was something many enjoyed
and i will decide if it is necessary to post it here
not susan
susan
a stranger
i don't know,
i mean, really know
anyone by this name
susan is just a person
out there in the world
who judges people by the words they write
and insults them with the same words
just in a different order.
i'm sure it would be quite difficult to have my account
put "on hold"
stupid
i published a funny conversation
that i had with my poet friend
it was about
writing
and
sleep
or the lack of sleep
and spelling mistakes
nothing bad,
i don't think
nothing inappropriate,
but i am not one to judge that i guess
i wrote some poems
about the way i felt
because as a poet
as a human
with
rights,
i have feelings
and sometimes they feel too big
but susan said
it wasn't poetic
so susan
this is to you
because it doesn't have a rhythm
or a specific structure
let alone correct punctuation or spelling
so,
here it is
susan
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC
I find god in the most devious of places,
In monks,in religions castrated
In a strangled bird that sings
I find god without wings
In delusional angst, I claim defeat
What you have is what I need
A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion
I am what depletes
I am the scorn that dares to reap
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
"A yummy granola of uneven stanzas, metaphors and similes, meditations, and confessions."
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this is I’m told
the how of how
I script,
I like granola though not
necessarily my premieur choix,
unless I’m breakfast buffet’ing
in Switzerland
and the all white mountains urge me
to climb aboard
I do not quatrain or cinqtrain,
my plan of attack is
****** and parry, defeat the
white enemy of empty,
with love my soul delivers
that which is rapidly transiting,
decomposing in my lobes,
awaiting perhaps reassembly and
reanimating in a new combination
employ the employees of writing
with liberty for all and
allegiance to none,
and the wild child within calls the shot
and asks only one question:
*what do I deserve,
more importantly,
*what do I know and owe you?*
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC
I went to a town
Came by a restaurant
Seeing food
Yummy but too fatty
Twirling in my mind
Flavourful ice-cream sandwich
Fantastic French fries
Filling my mind with food for thought
Yummy & delicious
To the FOOD we yearn!
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:04 AM UTC
Ever watched someone cook?
They're lovely served with salad.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
I like my beans,
maybe a bit hotter than
others..
Mine with jalapeno peppers,
scattered like snow..
melting it on the taste buds
oh so delicately...
Then a layer of cheese,
like soft footprints..
never touched.
Before my mouth consumes it,
What was whole now
chunks missing..
like a where's wally of the food
variety..
I'll tell you where in my belly..
Beans, beans they'll make you full,
on what ever you want.
but for me it the saucy kind,
cos that's where my beany
boat floats.. saucy
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
my sweet
caramel candy
treat me
taste me
pair me with sierra mist
bite me on each end
i am licorice
**** energy through my body
my sweet
swim to me
chew me
swallow me whole
pair me with crush
for a fruity mix
i am
swedish fish
pucker my lips
kiss me
my sweet
caramel candy
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
Chicken tenders and chicken wings,
I love all those chicken things.
But if you asked me about my own,
I would say "leave them alone".
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
That moment
There is a moment in your day when
you
YEET that empty can into a crowd full of people and SCREAM
"THIS BEVERAGE THAT I HAVE PURCHASED PREVIOUSLY AT THE MACHINE IS NOW EMPTIED OF IT'S CONTENTS PREVIOUS TO ME THROWING SAID EMPTY ALUMINIUM INTO A HALLWAY!!"
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Hungry
Always hungry
Munching on yummy food
Eating delicious snacks all day
Starving
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
It's that time of year again
A peach to die for and then
I have to have another,
The ultimate peach, brother!
Sweet, succulent Elberta peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
I was your
crumble you licked, Mmm....
But your always my cookie...
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
My stomach a grave of dead flesh,
I feasted on the carcass of
The deceased
now entombed within.
There was no burial song,
Just the ritual shredding
Of flesh.
I'm now content, and the bones
I discard as if tooth picks
Of satisfaction.
I'm not sorrowful,
For my belly is full.
As I gaze at the flowers,
forna I will never desecrate
your beauty.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
There is something
about good food that is magical
The magnetic force of its aroma
gets your nose hooked even from afar,
gets your mind picturing its appearance
And when you have it before your eyes,
The mouth is all watered up like
soil after a heavy downpour of rain.
The teeth are warming up to squeeze
the juice out of the food
The taste buds are leaping for joy,
Ready to savour the taste
The muscles in the throat are roaring in anticipation for the food to go through like
a train going through a tunnel
The stomach is ready and eager to be filled
How magical good food is!
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
He insists
preparing his zucchini
paying adequate attention
becoming a cook-off
looking forward to the tiramisu
the event drastically physical
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
i'm sorry.
the leftover pizza
hidden in the back of the fridge,
just looked so tasty.
- the smell of pepperoni still lingers on my shirt.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
the noodles are elegant, lovely and fair,
i see now there's a reason
why you're called angel hair.
buttery smooth, and golden light reflection
it's strikingly radiant
the epitome of perfection.
the sauce is as red as my cheeks
when one is deeply in love,
far higher than a mountain peak.
look, it flies in the saucepan
alluring is not a word to describe,
but truly, it's so hot, it needs a fan.
the meatballs are spheres of joy
what geometry could calculate its area?
though it ignores me, i tell it to not play coy.
how lovely the ringing sounds of sizzles,
light my ear with fireworks unheard,
oh, how my feelings are a shizzling!
oh spaghetti, my love, my joy, my life,
it's unnatural to see my tears fall on the plate.
you are my happiness, my leftover bowl of strife.
i mourn when there is none left
for breakfast in the morning,
but i dream of you when i go to bed.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.
I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.
By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.
I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.
Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.
I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance. Visible.
Free in the Body.
I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.
The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions
Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
I was prescribed
hot chocolate
by a woman who let me
cry in her chair
on two occasions.
On bad days
I make myself have a hot chocolate
not because they’re particularly my favourite drink,
but because having this hot cup of
sugar
makes me feel like I’m doing something
to comfort myself
when I don’t know what else to do.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Yummy yummy
In my tummy
Till I’m full
And then it’s crummy
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC