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RL Smith Apr 2014
Taking dinner from your litter
not a drifter seeking shelter
an organiser
sympathiser
Hero of the oppressed
the distressed
While millions wait in hunger
shipwrecked
poverty entrenched
capitalism unchecked
Does it make you wonder
if your contempt
for the dumpster diver
is justified?
Use the planet
for your plunder
it is a little ******
your appetiser
could quench the hunger
of a village over winter
Does it upset you to accept
your excuses
are inept?
The diver of the dumpster
is an enigma
a free thinker
challenging you
with counterculture
to wake from your slumber
reject
excess
redress
Food injustice
You
I am,
a sword in the hands of a Spartan,
the will in the hearts of a Titan,
the rock David used to defeat Goliath the giant,
the joyful tear that drops from the Mother's eyes at the first
sight of the new born child,
then I become the sniffle that breaks the silence
My soul lives in the heat of the Earth's core so it can't be
burnt by its violence,
freedom screams thy name with no strings attached
however I like the two-faced sounds of the violins.

I am,
the Autumn leaf that didn't fall in the fall when the weather
was in the minus,
the first light of the day that graces the skins of the early
risers,
the main course, the dessert, the appetiser,
the money spent by a miser,
the Earth on which living beings live on,
the air that fills thy lungs,
the fire that keeps us warm
the energy that you give off that makes me who I have become.

I am,
the water that quenches thy thirst,
a favourite rappers best verse,
an influential scientist's most educated guess,
a Grandchild's first step,
Romeo and Juliet's last breath,
Love,
I am you
... Special
O.Q-N
Ella Downing Mar 2019
Appetiser
-
A fresh, hot glance in the mirror

To start
-
A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a  dash of blemishes

Main
-
An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love.
Braisen confidence with likeability

Amuse bouche
-
Insufferable indecision

Dessert
-
A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.
Nikita Mar 2020
Born with the legs of a baby deer
I sprung to my feet,
Running not from a wolf, not from a bear,
But from a young women
Who raised children with fear

I dived into the room
The one with purple walls,
closed curtains and a box full of dolls

Swallowed by the dark
I was an appetiser
For the shadows yet to come

Looming over the bed frame
Her voice distorted
Her body stretched

In a second, she switched from
A mother to a monster
One with miserable, red eyes
I am recollecting memories of my childhood. This is my series; my story.
Anywhere else can be somewhere if you're
ready and wiling to go there.

thoughts on statues
(creeps in randomly)
stately
Innately inert
but
full of life.

We have become a family when
we realise that barbed and branded
goods are the enemy.

Fed on bacteria and fertiliser
sold as an appetiser
what the hell can the main course
be?

Goldsmiths
Buy one
die one
try one
they're delicious

And we start to mumble
Inaudible
stumble,
eat
Goldsmiths apple crumble,
go on
make yourself a pie.
They through no fault of their own
become see through
torn
worn out
a Styrofoam effect
chipping from the rim
splitting down and in
pieces
they'll be
we'll be
none the wiser
which is the appetiser
and when they're gone
we'll go on
to the main course
which is guilt free

if they're not there
we don't see.
I need somebody to lean on
To hear his rhythmic heart beats
To be with him all day and night
To laugh with him on silly things
To cry on silly matters
To fight on baseless arguments
To share each others appetiser
To care each others feelings
To dream a happy future together
To scream on being scared
To walk holding hands
To talk on moulding hearts
I need him in every walk of my life

— The End —