"antioxidants" poems
Her mocha sits across from my chai latte, milk and cinnamon under angel white foam shied by that coarse, mud brown elixr of caffeine and antioxidants. Her panini steams trails of chicken and grilled tomato through the air while my coconut and raspberry cake slice sits dense on the plate while I stab at it with a plastic fork; she stirs her drink with a partially engulfed spoon between sips. She texts her friends on the latest Apple extortion and I write jilted thoughts on the word processor of a smartphone that struggles to squeeze into the back pocket of my nameless jeans. The sugar clings to my throat as she fills hers with Silk Cut cigarette smoke. How do you read between these lines?
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
everywhere i look
i stare through my surroundings
in this lovely little market
with hand drawn laminated signs
and a somewhat not
miserable work force
i feel almost happy
but it is like my eyes
my eyes
have gone numb
and i wander
sample and gaze blank
i do not know what
shook me out of it
but i want
i really want to go back
to that fluorescent purity
of fair trade peace of mind
a non GMO existence
among the antioxidants
and coffee samples
and those hawaiian shirts
oh wow those hawaiian shirts
my eyes like shattered glass
refracting all this light
inside and my mind going blank
where did this goofy smile
come from?
but it's gone and
all i am left with
is the euphoria
the wonder
of missing something
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Thursday to the shopping list did add my tremulous bequest,
Honey Nut Cheerios, great was the anticipation of a marriage with cold milk,
product of the oats and the cows that made this nation really, really great,
but in the Manahattan organic commisary seems this
so called food is strictly verboten,
so she brought me home on Friday some imposter named
Grain Berry?
this pseudo Cheerios tainted with Onyx Sorgum,
intended to give me heavy metal poisioning surely,
and rob life of joy by slowing down my sugar absorption rate,
and the plant fiber contained was purportedly natural,
as if there was another kind!
clearly a plot on my life by the Bannonian alt-right, for it,
this "whole grain toasted oat cereal,"
supplied more free radical protection
by sun activated antioxidants!
I am a real man,
I love my artificial flavors and colorings,
how better to preserve my pickling, briny brain
than in artifical perservatives!
From West Texas came this grain,
surely they will appreciate the insoluble fibered irony,
while I eat cold cereal for Friday dinner,
SHE is eating steak rare at Gallagher's Steakhouse!
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
She's the kind of girl who'd take a pregnancy test (after drinking two venti iced green teas) at a Starbucks restroom. She's the kind of girl who'd come close to overdosing on antioxidants and diet pills. She's the kind of girl who'd drink cheap velvet wine to the point of senselessness and obliviously karaoke to Radiohead's Jigsaw Falling Into Place at a distant city bar on an Autumn Tuesday night. She's the kind of girl who'd still be holding your wrong-doing hands underneath the sheets atop your bed at 4:03 AM.
She's the kind of girl I'd be if I had more of a heart and less of a mind.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
On my fingers, on my tongue-
Your taste a sweet and pleasing one.
I unwrap you greedily
And nibble on you speedily.
Milk chocolate, I can't resist-
in miniatures or in a kiss.
Three musketeers are worth the fee-
all for one and one for me.
In a pudding or a bar
I enjoy you in my home or car.
In drink, you warm my winter day
once my shovels been put away.
Intoxicating like fine wine,
Your antioxidants are all mine.
I sneak away with you, my treasure,
an old fat man's one guilty pleasure.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 7:50 AM UTC
Hey there beautiful people. Today we look into the hidden benefits of eating a chocolate. Chocolate as we know is made up of Cocoa beans, cocoa butter, sugar, milk powder or alternative mylk (if it’s a milk chocolate), and sometimes an emulsifier. No doubt it is full of calories and people who are overweight should be careful while eating it, it has many healthy advantages for a human body.
1.THE HAPPINESS:
This is most obvious one, who does not feel happy and satisfied after eating a bar of chocolate? It happens due to the release of dopamine ( the happy chemical) in the brain which brings feeling of satisfaction and cheerfulness.
2. LOWERS BLOOD PRESSURE
3. IMPROVES HEART HEALTH:
The antioxidants present in the chocolate reduces the risk of blood clotting and improves the blood circulation to heart.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
antioxidants, to help
we are poisoning ourselves with every breath
the records in the corner
crumbling underneath the dust in their crates
crunchy warm voices bounce off the sunrise
spinning around and crashing like cymbals
mist at 7 am and a cup of black coffee with two teaspoons of sugar
far away from life
in a corner, under a desk
all my friends want to be cool
i want to hide and be happy in a field
with a mug of steamed milk, with a sweet person
who tells me many things that make me smile
and query, and discuss
they will be the kind of person
i would braid my hair around
when i was listening intently, who would interrupt
themselves to point out a bird startling
and spreading it's wings
or how beautiful winter is under the surface of the sadness
how death is somehow majestic, in the way that
the earth can bring itself back to life after it has lain still and alone
for many months, she can still yield all the possibilities
of fruits in spring
he seemed confused by this idea
i was not upset by this
i was just a bit melancholy but not because of him
because of everything around us
he sees it as cold and uncomfortable
he doesn't understand why i walk outside every night
to teach my body to acclimate to the conditions, this winter
so i can accept it and become it without freezing over inside
and learn to love it as much as the warmth
he rolls his eyes, they all do, they roll their eyes and turn away
and ask why i don't put on more layers instead
why not three sweaters instead of one
why not fight it more, to keep your last skin thin and flawless
i only have one left, i dunno
one skin left, have to get it weathered quickly
before life boomerangs back
this skin is careless and has nothing left to care about
she laughs until she's crying and holding her belly
and she doesn't feel anything but tightening
everything is corroding us from the inside out already
i want to at least breathe in the direction of the moon
once a night
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Oh gastric sleeve, I've worn you long
To gasp, to cough disgustingly
For I have treated you so wrong
Ingesting drink not good for me
Green Tea is now my joy
Green Tea I may sip all night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
This antioxidant, Green Tea
Your leaves I've soaked, as I've my heart
Oh, how your taste does capture me
Now I refrain from other tarts
My heart remains your cavity
Green Tea is now my joy
Green Tea I do sip at night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
Such antioxidants, Green Tea
I hold you constantly in my hand
To steep whenever I may crave
I have both wagered heart and head
My microbiome you've help save
Green Tea is all my joy
Green Tea I will sip all night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
This antioxidant, Green Tea
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
the sky slides like a napkin falling from the dinner table
slanting like a wayward line that you drew with a shaky hand
the pills kiss you deeply and suddenly the double doors the color of luminescent moss turn into the double dutch jump ropes that whip your heels if you aren't careful but you're always too careful and you jump with the intention of never feeling the sole of your foot smacking the pavement but then the sound hits and your eyes open
your friend next door has greasy bangs and a mole that covers the top of her cheek and you're always catching yourself staring at it too long and you have to stare at the stains on the hallway carpet instead
but if you let yourself they all become old blood stains
there's a little baby in her home
a baby that has lungs like tattered tissue paper
a heart like a deflated balloon that hiccups too much
but the mother cradles it like perfection, like it can all be helped with enough arms and bottles of medicine each individually labeled with his name
her eyes are tired around the corners but you don't understand why and your brow sweats every time you think to look at him and you feel clammy around the edges
there's a night when you're woken up to screaming and ambulance siren lights
the dizzying red and white make their way into your veins and stay tucked in for years in a different city you can still taste the smell of antiseptic
when you come out to greet her days later there's no baby anymore and there's a suffocating silence
weeks later there's a small tattoo on your friends mothers' chest with his name on it
sloppily inked and looking permanently temperamental and you understand it as a kind of reminder or shrine or apology
you wonder if there's a funeral
you ask your father if babies go to hell
the television is talking about the beneficial antioxidants of wine
as he drink his coffee looking at the morning newspaper and never replies
the sirens can be heard in the distance and the morning feels like closure
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
Whatever might a performance tea
be?
Whatever are electrolytes to you
and me?
No antioxidants will ruin our night
all right?
And hydration is itself a fright
Quite!
Blowing sleet rattles against the window pane
And the electrics have again winked adieu
But light the gas and brew up, black and plain
We’ll drink our tea by candles, with a biscuit
or two
In nice China cups, or a mason jar
Because
The best tea of all is a cuppa char
(Upon reading a ‘vert for specialty teas)
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Dear immune system,
it seems you’ve got a vendetta against me,
which I’m forced to take personally.
Why did you offer free lodging to that vile germ?
I water you (more than our sorry, dying garden)
I give you antioxidants like it’s my job,
and at lunch? I treat you to fruit.
I wait on you, hand and foot, like a queen,
(I wash those too, don’t want to get sick)
Apparently, that’s to no avail.
All day, you’ve been lazy.
Your (evidently useless) white blood cells
cower and can’t figure out
how to get rid of the menacing virus
that slithers into crevices of my bloodstream
Now, I wouldn’t be angry,
if I coughed a few times, maybe a sneeze,
but you, arrogant imbecile, won’t retreat.
your antibodies fill my throat, scratching the walls.
Even swallowing becomes undesirable.
All of your minions pile up in my nose,
and spray debris everywhere
If that wasn’t enough, you don’t let me taste -
a steaming forkful of noodles,
a rich morsel of blueberry pancakes,
or a refreshing bite of cool watermelon.
My endless collections of t(issues),
are like soccer moms, screaming
at you to try harder to reach your goal,
which, apparently, is repurposing my nose
as a foghorn.
I’ve tried cups of tea to calm you,
glasses of water to soothe you,
and steaming tomato soup to appease you.
Instead of laying low,
you grow an extra head every time I cut one off.
In fact, you’ve got me writing poetry about you.
Don’t mistake this as an ode,
or a Shakespearean sonnet,
This, my lovely friend, is a hate poem.
Please, let me breathe.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
today i felt like ****
so i drank a bunch
of antioxidants
i went home to
take a bath for an hour
couldn't stand up
in the shower
i'm dead meat
mascara, bubble gum,
and hallucinogens
i take my birth control
like i take my
vitamins
(i always forget)
i'm trying to be
a good girl this time
i wake up every morning,
and stay alive
i know i'm pretty ******
but at least your mine
i'm broken glass
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma!
Teenagers - Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul,
friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory
memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes; homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities
and the Federal Republic of the
United States. Of course, Christian life,
safety cigarettes, plastic and damage,
burden and other diseases.
Like many people, Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience
in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire,
police and security when living in 2019 steel,
dogs, birds and refugees. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
So, all your troubles are at your feet,
and palm customers. Dancing artists,
dancers, actors and dogs. Memory's memory,
and new players of protein parts.
Questions for the European Union - Search results
Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes,
someone uses different methods, including depth and medication.
The dinosaur, angry Japanese people
make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union;
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes, homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness.
Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um:
Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels.
Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20,
available in traditional entertainment, potatoes
And her nephew, not plasma. Young -
Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do
with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,
antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes,
factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States.
Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,
plastic and damage, burden and other diseases.
How many people, Burqina EU,
Internet creators have a rich experience.
The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live.
There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,
but it is not. Black and White are young and growing.
So, in general, her clothes, her clothing and her legs,
and her plates and she wears with her red boxers.
Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do with the bank.
High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries,
cities and the United States and punch, dogs,
chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
Create cars as you search for results ...
Make money creep using different methods,
including depth psychology and medication.
Found the oldest dinosaurs,
the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work,
work with colleague, partner, are consumed.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
I've never understood
that word,
'happy'.
It was always
foreign to me.
Even now
it can cause the
circuits in my brain
to temporarily
malfunction.
For me it was always
a concept
that arrived
on a silver ship,
stayed to visit a while
in the lives of
the few
only to fly off again,
back to its natural habitat,
far, far away.
Then one day
it came to me,
what made ME 'happy',
and the word
was no longer quite
as elusive,
it no longer held
the position of
enigma in my mind.
I realized that
things, like music,
which sometimes
made my heart dance,
or that at times
calmed this savage
beast,
or even seduced me
with its sensual
melodies
and sultry lyrics
made me...happy.
And films, both old and new,
of many genres
that I so adore,
which constitute
a huge part of
my 'world'
and have often been
just the friend I needed
to help me escape
a dark, stressful day,
even if
just for a while.
Then there are my
favorite culinary
delights,
too many to name,
but the list does
include prized
cheesecake and
beloved dark chocolate,
full of those lovely
antioxidants
that run free
throughout my frame.
And I cannot forget
the little things,
the instances
no one notices,
but me,
like the beauty
of my son's face as
he sleeps,
and I stare in wonder
and just listen to him
breathe,
almost bringing
me to tears.
I remember, too,
that there is LOVE.
All different kinds
and levels,
and when LOVE
is behaving
and treating me
kindly,
whispering sweet,
rapturous nothings
in my ear,
then this once alien
concept is no longer
so strange to me.
And I then understood
that happiness is not
a constant state of being
for most,
but it resides in the rare
and beautiful
snippets of life,
and it isn't often
until it has
come and gone
that we often recognize
that Happiness
was ever there.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
I accepted plea and promise for two-dollar chorus
perhaps my bargain is between two socal natives whom argued eternally with their voices
it would be humorous, a confused face and a distinguished disguise,
still a jagged faced bordercolie will understand how to open the cages at the right times....where are the mice and squirrells? where are the pigeons for the crows (crows for mice) and hummingbirds?
****** there ought to be birdfeed and dinner squirrels that bask in their breakfast by dining till the next full moon
emerge fat and insist on treadmills and marathons and kickboxing
only one can find such a annulment in shanghai's incense-filled withstanding structures, adjacent to the bank and mcdonalds
you will find a squiggle that keeps dissappearing down the sewer drains and sidewalks
it knows something, or at least contains
sulfites and antioxidants
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC