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laura May 2018
bananas, bananas, yeah, let’s
b-a-n-a-n-a-s, go bananas, go ballistic
bet you’d like to see me eat a banana

the sun is an orange but my mind’s
already gone fruity, tuesdays and wednesday
are for the stuff i didn’t do on monday

crunch time, getting to my job
is kinda difficult without a car or a bike
and they know i’m too bananas
to drive or ride either
thought i was going crazy, but i guess hello poetry is saved
everly Nov 2018
she loves him as much as a
jungle gym loves
children on a sunny spring afternoon..
**** men burning their bay leaves
in pots of static gardens
underneath all this cement
your past is looking at you indecently
so change the words around you
you can shift their meaning
its all a game and no-one's winning
your tired emotions accent your poetry
umbrellas are scars that carry symphonies in their hearts
you held my hand as we welcomed god back into our skylines
her face is as familiar as the stars
we originated from
with ulcers open in quiet hurting
your youth are wordless and distrustful of angst ridden authority
in unsuspecting situations love’s vacation is ending
her wedding gown got quite *****
since she literally spent her entire honeymoon
wandering idly into banks of muddy water
humanity is worthy of justice and sweaty romance
i breathe your flesh into my bottle
and we take boundless walks upon the clouds
that straddle mountains, graveyards and cemeteries
fresh from wading in the rice fields
i peeled you a ripe banana
under pressure your sweater came off
and revealed a perfect metric for us to emulate
your eye sockets are two umbilical chords
and your voice is a curved sword that cuts through fear
like the moon slices through the sky
i have held all of this inside for far too long
and now it comes shattering forth
spilling itself over every page
every letter an escapade almost as long
as an Eskimo's pilgrimage to safety
"Are you are reptile,
or a mammal?"

<licks lips and rubs chin>

"Cold-blooded,
warm-hearted?"

<grips knee with left hand>

"When smelling a blooded roast beef...
...do you get hungry and share?"

"Or do you eat the guests first?"

<holding long-blade carving knife>

"You see, I like to think that you're both bugs, that you bug me and neither of you have any power what with my holding this weapon?"

<waves knife around erratically>

"Also, I don't like sharing..."

I only throw
my banana
at Chel-Sea

I only throw
my banana
at Chelsea

I only throw
my banana
at Chel-sea

Anya Jul 23
A perfect day
With clouds gathered high
For the sinners to pray
And the righteous to die

Rain echoes with the tolls
And to the corners end
Running through my beaten soles
As if to make amends

You who seems pure
Do not kiss my feet of fears
Nor be so loving and sure
To wash my filth with tears

I wish to you my friends
With my unbeaten heart of stone
Never bequeath your few amends
For it is I who should atone
Humanity sometimes evolves
much like time
non-linearly

Me:
Chimp
Baby Girl
Ghost
Baby Boy
Rat
Human
Mushroom
Butterfly
Tree
Ghost
Banana
Bunny
Egg
Snak­e
Monkey              Elephant
Witch                       Angel
Robotnick                Sonic
Ryan                          Evie
U?
Love Unlocks
And I
Evolve
AavelinaJaden Apr 20
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" thought Sara, the night of the long-awaited sleepover. It was a full moon and the girl was ready for a fun filled evening of margarita's and gossip, wine and wisdom, and for the Games to begin. One simply didn't hear of a ladies night in without card games.
     Sara invited the four most deliciously nasty of her school colleagues to come over and join her for a night of activities and stupor. Graciously accepting and in turn all arriving fashionably late. The first two of the girls showing up together, twins completely opposite in nature, and the latter of the two, showing up each exactly 5 minutes apart like it was planned.
    They waited in a rather large living space, made smaller by the earthy furniture tucked neatly inside every corner. The aroma of lavender and sage drifting down from the incense gave a comforting atmosphere putting the girls at ease. The group of young girls, looking all very similar in size and shape, rather plain looking really against all the extravagant furnishing sat around an equally beautiful ancient oak coffee table.
     Sara obviously doing her best to be a host, offers her a guests banana pudding to the group, a more lavish delicacy then some of them are used to. Homemade, the recipe was handed down from her great grandmother. The kind of recipe that wasn't written down , but simply taught  from mother to mother. Blinded by Sara's hospitality and the grandness of her home none of the newcomers realize that she never eats the pudding herself.
     After the girls had snacked to their appetites content, Sara broke the ice. "So, ***** uno?" and taking a sip of wine, she brought out a rather unusually sized box of uno cards from a drawer in the coffee table they hadn't seen was there. "girl, these cards are bigger than my FUTURE" joked one of the girls, a year more advanced than the rest.
"hush," scolded sara "Now, the rules of the game are, DRINK whenever a specialty card is played against you, and if you win you can make a girl take off any article of clothing you want" Sara ended the last rule with a wink at each girl. After-all is this not a party?
     The walls were aligned with shelves. Shelves covered in bottles of liquor. Any kind of liquor one could think off. A dream bar. Sara, transforming from host to bartender,
     The girls in turned looked at each other one by one slightly put off by Sara's enthusiasm. However, they were already there and it would be rude to interrupt and leave. The night continued, the drinks kept being poured, the cards were going around and around in a dizzy blur.
     The ambiance of the night got wilder and wilder. Sara seeming to stay sober although none of the other girls noticed. Between the incense and the alcohol
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2017
She was like a banana.
The best part of her was on the inside.
The amount of insulin I'd need trying to devour her whole.
God knows how much I love the thought of that.
The effect she'd have on me.
Each time I'd see her I'd unravel her piece by piece until all of her shown like never before.
The only problem was I was allergic to bananas.
Although her smell was intoxicating.
One taste of her and my throat would instantly swell.
Though I wouldn't prefer anything artificial.
I wanted the real thing.
When I revealed all of this to her she just laughed.
She laughed her *** off as a matter of fact.
Rocking back and forth.
Her little brown shoes clicking together.
Her yellow skin now a bit red.
Her freckles now in full view.
When I asked why she laughed she said its quite alright.
Most people I've met speak so highly of themselves.
Your the first person to admit you correctly know how to open a banana.
Wai Phyo Win Dec 2018
Which one you choose; whatever?
Jimbaran, Kota or Nosadua
happiness inside leaves us forever

Took pictures with terrace rice fields background
thinking of hanging on the wall around
dancing decor all surrounds; echoing sounds

Looking for the bedcover pink and blue
Cotton floral design so beautiful true
when we can use it without a clue

Having a candle lit dinner on Uluwatu cliff
beside a table without a script, a band of music
breezing air across the ocean; not restrict

Tasting Luwak coffee on way to Mount Butar
the buffet was not super but we felt like Michelin cook rooster
Thinking of happy ever after

We went for banana boating
I was afraid of chocking though it was floating
while you're holding me tight but soaking

Now you are there without me
I'm sure your eyes will be full of tears
of the memories
can we call it tragedy?
A Story
Humanity sometimes evolves
much like time
non-linearly

Me:
Chimp
Baby Girl
Ghost
Baby Boy
Rat
Human
Mushroom
Butterfly
Tree
Ghost
Bunny
....
Banana?
..­..
Spiderham???
What About U?
You are the almost-silent
of my coffee-stained summer.
You are the clear and tender
plucking of guitar strings
on a lazy afternoon;

With sunlight streaming through
the painted window,
just bright enough to fill the room
but gentle enough to fall asleep to;

with the smell of everything we love—
caffeine and chocolate and banana muffins—
seemingly coursing through our veins
with every breath we take;

with the daydream of
what-could-be lingering
in the haze, in the silence
it sits,
it waits.

I proceed to the only thing
I know how to do
at this hour of day:
I stare at the cars passing by,
all the while wishing
I was staring at you instead.
Simone Gabrielli Nov 2017
Took me to the wrong end of the Mississippi
Blown north from the whistling blues
Dreamt that sweet sound of saxophones
Coloring St. Claude Avenue

Banana leaves melted into evergreens
Where the swamps finally ran cold
Through the mountain ranges of the lakes, and banjos of the plains
Where the countryside grew quiet and old

I grew up on the wrong end of the Mississippi
But now I’m taking that southbound train
Oh honey don’t ask me how I’ve been
It’s a restless, lonesome pain
KiraLili Jun 2015
My father is 69 now
But in my mind tonight
I see a man who is 30
1976 with slicked hair
Elvis side burns and fringed jacket
With Allman brother moustache
Western snap button shirt
Lee jeans and brown belt
KOOL menthol lit in one hand
Labatt stubby beer in the other
Father's Day was card games of crib
And Kingsford charcoal BBQ steak
LP records of  trucker songs
Kids gathered around in cut offs
Walking to get dad a beer on blue ****
These were before teen years for them
Banana seat bikes in the driveway
Lawn darts after angel food cake
No matter how many years pass
Every Father's Day I see the same
You'll always remember your dad
When he was at his coolest to you
1970s Dad
elizabeth Jun 16
i cried today for the first time since i moved to the city

i cried on the subway

it was nowhere near as glamorous as the movies make it out to be
the lighting was fluorescent  
and a homeless man begged for change
the air felt stale and i could smell the banana a toddler was eating across the aisle from me

i don’t cry beautifully
the tears came out in a heavy stream
and stained the collar of my white t-shirt
i knew my carefully shaped eyeliner was already halfway down my face by the time we stopped at 14th street  

i cried today for the first time since moving to the city
it finally felt like my city
Samantha Dietz Oct 2016
two o'clock in the morning
your eyes glow against the moon
who would have know that i
would fall so hard, so soon?

three o'clock in the morning
whiskey and a cigarette
there stood a sweet young couple
who looked a bit upset

four o'clock in the morning
the music is winding down
everyone is sleeping
not a soul makes a sound

five o'clock in the morning
she refuses to tell him goodbye
as soon as that car leaves the lot
she feels like she is going to die

six o'clock in the morning
the smell of coffee is bold
she's making banana pancakes
for two, though alone and cold

seven o'clock in the morning
she saw him in her dreams that night
it crippled her upon waking
she almost forgot his beautiful eyes

eight o'clock in the morning
he needed to hear her voice
the only thing that could calm him
so he was left with little choice

nine o'clock in the morning
she watched the sunrise and cried
he had absolutely no idea
her denial of love was a lie
Xallan Jun 19
My depression doesnt wait til midnight
To trap me in its arms of woe
It doesnt wait til I'm alone
Or in darkness
Or swimming in an ocean of emotions
It comes to me while I drink my morning tea
To interrogate me, to insult me
It's too early, and I have purpose,
I have peace inside, and things to do.
I shouldn't have to put up with this---
The moaning of a wise and gossamer beast
Showing me maps with obsidian fingertips
And telling me aphorisms about time.
Maybe it'd be good to have expectations.

My depression doesn't come to attach itself around my ankles
---dysphoria clings to my hips, and I smash it off with a banana---
But depression winds its way up my legs and I welcome my old friend
Even in the day, even
In the sun, it reminds me of the fog
That wraps daintily about my shoulders,
too light for me to grasp
with my hands, it wraps around the sun
and my heart.
It is too early for depression,
But it's here anyways.
Monika Layke Feb 5
I stand in strands of sustenance
In trellised talkin' utterance
My wild growth eats your control
like raspberry to banana
Intelligence Quotient

* eye koo

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY HANDS!

                  * *...my hands are useless...


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I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea
I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea
I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea

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