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"cashews" poems
some people choose to eat their nuts in big old handfuls some people nibble and nibble so they don't run out some people only like peanuts, cashews, or almonds but when you eat your nuts you use a spoon, no doubt who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy who knows maybe your art form will catch on and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy I guess it makes sense when the nuts are honey roasted All that stuff can get kind of messy But even if their salted I don’t think its called for To use a spoon for nuts is so unnecessary Why don’t you put your hand in the bag Or just dump them into your palm Are you pretending its cereal Or is it to work out for your arm either way I’d like to know more about your weird way of getting some nuts from the bag to your mouth is so breath taking who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy who knows maybe your art form will catch on and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy When you share nuts do you make people use your spoon or must they have their own at the ready
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Spoon Girl
Oh come hither to me My sweetest honey roasted peanut lips Your almonds I will nibble You won't be able now to sleep Let me crack your  perfect pecans I will walnut you away I will **** away your cashews Lick all the salt away I will ****** all your Brazil nuts They are most precious I must say . Yes I have gone completely nutty What more could I say .
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Going nuts over you!
I never want only two, three scoops for me, double cherries on top of each one, pistachio, chocolate & vanilla. Spill some nuts, crushed cashews all over the place, I'm going to dig my face into this delicious dish.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
Ice Cream Lover
falsehoods spread like wildfire; spreading like disease, consuming every speck of hope and dreams, leaving everyone emptied in the end.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
religious nuts (cashews)
It was 3:30 in the morning The aunt died, heart attack they said. I only have a pale memory of her The pink-house, protest and abuse. Grandfather plucked us from there the next day The pink hibiscus my mother planted did not depart. She is dead today I went to see her in black clothes, The house, an empty aluminium box- With kids playing ‘ring around the roses’, Uncles debated politics and aunts gossiped And some moaned inside. I waited outside with few strange women, They asked me questions plenty of them The anti-social me smiled. The morning was usual Mother made noises in the kitchen with her steel plates and old radio, Father forgot the fish on his green kinetic honda, Cats had a feast that evening I did yoga, read newspaper and did- not take a wash. The dead body arrived late noon in an ambulance with her expatriate son. There was a sudden burst of cry- inside- her daughter and grandchildren. She looked like the fish to me, The fish my father brought that morning from the market, cold and dead. Her daughter’s cry reminded me of- an elapsed day in my pink house. My father kept pink flowers on her feet and prayed I did not move, sat with the same chitchatting women The chanting became loud and it reverberated. The body was finally taken to the fire My mother came late, she wept. The body burned down in minutes, Dear relatives decamped. I sat on the same chair with my cousins drawing the family tree, locating stories and laughed over family jokes. Then we sat tight lipped with brandy fumes and cashews. I came back home with my father in the green kinetic honda, I looked for the fish and the cat I could not find both.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
The aunt died
It was 3:30 in the morning The aunt died, heart attack they said. I only have a pale memory of her The pink-house, protest and abuse. Grandfather plucked us from there the next day The pink hibiscus my mother planted did not depart. She is dead today I went to see her in black clothes, The house, an empty aluminium box- With kids playing ‘ring around the roses’, Uncles debated politics and aunts gossiped And some moaned inside. I waited outside with few strange women, They asked me questions plenty of them The anti-social me smiled. The morning was usual Mother made noises in the kitchen with her steel plates and old radio, Father forgot the fish on his green kinetic honda, Cats had a feast that evening I did yoga, read newspaper and did- not take a wash. The dead body arrived late noon in an ambulance with her expatriate son. There was a sudden burst of cry- inside- her daughter and grandchildren. She looked like the fish to me, The fish my father brought that morning from the market, cold and dead. Her daughter’s cry reminded me of- an elapsed day in my pink house. My father kept pink flowers on her feet and prayed I did not move, sat with the same chitchatting women The chanting became loud and it reverberated. The body was finally taken to the fire My mother came late, she wept. The body burned down in minutes, Dear relatives decamped. I sat on the same chair with my cousins drawing the family tree, locating stories and laughed over family jokes. Then we sat tight lipped with brandy fumes and cashews. I came back home with my father in the green kinetic honda, I looked for the fish and the cat I could not find both.
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I'm gonna take a hit, wait........................... .................................. .................................. .................................. that's better, hold on, I need some cashews .................................. .................................. .................................. yum, gonna turn the lights down a bit now, hold on..................... yum, another handful of nuts .................................. .................................. .................................. gonna brush my teeth, wait........................... ................................... ................................... that's better, just a sec, I want some more cashews, hold on....................... .................................... yum........................... feeling sleepy........... whew, thanks for hangin' with me while I ate a few nuts, good night man.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Getting ****** & Eating Nuts
I don’t know what it would be like but a man can dream, I want to go grocery shopping with Jeandar, you know like a team. She could drive and I would ride, Backseat buckled bags by my side. Where do you want to go? Natural Pantry? Fred Meyer? Costco? Ok well we’re gonna go get some healthy food, Now taste this codliver oil come on don’t be rude. Here take this bottle of oregano, It’ll make your skin glow, dontcha know? Can you go get the milk, and I mean soy and it better be silk. I’ll be in the vegetable section, checking some asparagus for defection. We’re not gonna get bread here, We’re going to great harvest for real stuff dear. Before we go grab a thing of cashews, oh yeah and some vitamin-D too. Have you been taking your vitamins? Hey call Ivory and ask if she wants some treats, We can find her some healthy snacks to eats. Have you eaten dinner yet? a place at the table we can still set Make sure you wash your hands now, That’s something I won’t disallow. Goodnight, drive safe, call me when you get there,
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC
Shopping With Jeandar
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Small, sweet milk-white squares Fresh fruits and nuts chopped Hazelnuts, pistachios, cashews, dried cherries Honeyed-almonds, crunch So toothsome Yum! ╰⊰✿⊱╮
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
╰⊰✿ ́Nougat'✿⊱╮
snooty blue tinge agony burning of the brain thoughts-mouth this is the doom of the Perri Perri almonds and cashews
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
P E R R I
We are stuck_____  in a turmoil Her pantry All red tape Her can good's on him? It's my pleasure, And he's as painful Spinning wheel seizure So tinny tiny Tim foil Long neck-------- giraffe Life too short he's the end of the kabob stick My pleasant passenger is lovesick Mom's lips he rattles His eyes of the snake Like Arby's smoked ribs So pleasantly on his tab The Webster hub passenger drinks Pub Bet Ya baking Trump truffles hum? ((Nescafe Escape)) Carmello  latte- James Bondman another passenger Mr. Sandman twins of duct tape it says___ ((Where I End)) Where I begin her money vault The piano player Billy Joel the strangers My own flesh and blood Cousins and Arsenic and lace poison Threw them over the threshold Elvira siesta greyhound My pleasant passenger Secretly pulling teeth_____ mistletoe at birth Caught in his fire from Bruce Springsteen birth The messenger singing Fiddler on the roof Matchmaker make me a (Outer Rim) space station The orange juice his Pulp Fiction The argument Please let there be Yankee fans Take me out Don't  ball me out The game with my nephews Buy me some cashews and Crack-Up Jacks My pleasant passenger I don't care if he ever comes back Mary Mack dressed in maternity black The funeral came with her right-hand messenger Newborn life assignment Bravo applaud Not everything is so pleasant Contradicting My pleasant passenger Couldn't comment nothing was delicious----? Rebirth reassignments Come at me consignment place Second hand or twice around Another passenger coming to town I screamed he had no face bandages Robin Hoods** The passenger gobble up seconds poor our goods__-- The first rich
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
My Pleasant Passenger
We are stuck_____  in a turmoil Her pantry All red tape Her can good's on him? It's my pleasure, And he's as painful Spinning wheel seizure So tinny tiny Tim foil Long neck-------- giraffe Life too short he's the end of the kabob stick My pleasant passenger is lovesick Mom's lips he rattles His eyes of the snake Like Arby's smoked ribs So pleasantly on his tab The Webster hub passenger drinks Pub Bet Ya baking Trump truffles hum? ((Nescafe Escape)) Carmello  latte- James Bondman another passenger Mr. Sandman twins of duct tape it says___ ((Where I End)) Where I begin her money vault The piano player Billy Joel the strangers My own flesh and blood Cousins and Arsenic and lace poison Threw them over the threshold Elvira siesta greyhound My pleasant passenger Secretly pulling teeth_____ mistletoe at birth Caught in his fire from Bruce Springsteen birth The messenger singing Fiddler on the roof Matchmaker make me a (Outer Rim) space station The orange juice his Pulp Fiction The argument Please let there be Yankee fans Take me out Don't  ball me out The game with my nephews Buy me some cashews and Crack-Up Jacks My pleasant passenger I don't care if he ever comes back Mary Mack dressed in maternity black The funeral came with her right-hand messenger Newborn life assignment Bravo applaud Not everything is so pleasant Contradicting My pleasant passenger Couldn't comment nothing was delicious----? Rebirth reassignments Come at me consignment place Second hand or twice around Another passenger coming to town I screamed he had no face bandages Robin Hoods** The passenger gobble up seconds poor our goods__-- The first rich
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I wish you loads of fortune Cashews And grains of salt from foreign grounds I wish you mobility Through a sky not travelled by I wish for you to dream and fly Enjoy the fair food Like it's wine I wish for you to pass the time With humble thoughts you won't admit Abandon the life to which I couldn't commit To which I fix that, bit by bit And last of all I wish you immaturity The ability to love and lose, to lick you lips To close your eyes And choose And I wish there was a better way If common sense can't mend the break Love like this is far too light So I'll sit knee deep and drunk in history Stroke blonde hair, and curse all night.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 11:13 PM UTC
I Wish This
A ballet of branches upon towering trees, reaching (ever so) tall, above his head: are mirroring his thoughts with ease on this (ever so) dastardly dreary day. "Oh, Creator! Come strike me dead! I am ever so afraid, of what I wish to say: t'whom the woman I dream of before - and after I lie and wake in bed." To be rejected by his dream queen is, surely, his soul's damnation! "Maybe-deep in my dungeon, I should stay and get ever so high in euphoric elation- yes! dragons in my kitchen, I should slay! God! Do I wish to see her face?!"(Yes!) It may be his last chance to be blessed- by all of the beauty that she beholds: within her body, brain and being. He's feeling fairly stressed because he doesn't fit most social molds- but his wish: her and he, t'wards the western sun, fleeing. He's going to grab the rope of his dream (Yes!) and, to her, it won't seem- like much; (No!) what she can't see, is the rush-ed blood, (Oh!) so warm, circulating amidst his heart. Oh, how this could be the start- of a drastic change in outlook- view! If only he had the nuts, to ask out you!
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
His Cashews n' Pistachio's
Scorpion, scorpion, who brought the pen The tip of its tail, the needles sharp end Poisonous dagger, To write all your wishes ****** soiled, bundled up tissues Issues and cashews and nuts Insanity. Rhinoceros, rhinoceros, have you the tusk The one on your nose, the jungled rough musk Broken and bleeding torn from your face Now beautiful laced girls Discover your pearls Thieves. Fathers and mothers, did you bring the child Shattered, broken, seen with both vile Bangs and pangs broken dishes, birds sang That night along with the screams Did you believe Destruction. Artist, artists, have you the pieces The ones of your life, sadness, defeation The black strokes, lonely tokes And pills and late sat to smoke What does it all mean, by life Uninspired. Dictators, dictators, did you bring your people The hobbled and squabbled, who prayed in the steeple Who hung from the rafters, and rang with the bells For whom it tolls, well, no one tells And lost citizens Vanish. Butterflies, butterflies, did you keep your promise Mottled, and bottled, spread across lawn mist To be beautiful, shiny with no varnish Your caterpillar state should not tarnish The wings you have now Growth. Children, children, did you steal the money For xanax, tricks, and acid, your'e funny Brain dead generation Same dread, memorization Of all the dead jokes Sad. Villagers, villagers, did you burn the witch The bloodied open stitch That tore the wound of the town And they all began to drown In truths they didn’t like Characters. Kitten, kitten, did you trick the boy Into finding your, mangled, ticked, body Squashed, splattered, with marks in your back Circled rocks, flowers, hit and smack The dirt down flat Betrayal. Conscience, conscience, did you make me feel that way For something I thought, for something I might not say For something I did, and something I am Why do you threaten Why do I listen shiver. Ghosts, ghosts, do you really terrify Blankets, and behind walls spy Sheets, and bags of treats You saw it all, naked Through the clear square wall, sacred Innocence. Creatures, creatures, you dwelled in the cave Red, glowing eyes. Blue burning rave You crawl out at night To get a good sight Of all of the people passed out drunk loneliness. Beware this place.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Beware, Beware
Scorpion, scorpion, who brought the pen The tip of its tail, the needles sharp end Poisonous dagger, To write all your wishes ****** soiled, bundled up tissues Issues and cashews and nuts Insanity. Rhinoceros, rhinoceros, have you the tusk The one on your nose, the jungled rough musk Broken and bleeding torn from your face Now beautiful laced girls Discover your pearls Thieves. Fathers and mothers, did you bring the child Shattered, broken, seen with both vile Bangs and pangs broken dishes, birds sang That night along with the screams Did you believe Destruction. Artist, artists, have you the pieces The ones of your life, sadness, defeation The black strokes, lonely tokes And pills and late sat to smoke What does it all mean, by life Uninspired. Dictators, dictators, did you bring your people The hobbled and squabbled, who prayed in the steeple Who hung from the rafters, and rang with the bells For whom it tolls, well, no one tells And lost citizens Vanish. Butterflies, butterflies, did you keep your promise Mottled, and bottled, spread across lawn mist To be beautiful, shiny with no varnish Your caterpillar state should not tarnish The wings you have now Growth. Children, children, did you steal the money For xanax, tricks, and acid, your'e funny Brain dead generation Same dread, memorization Of all the dead jokes Sad. Villagers, villagers, did you burn the witch The bloodied open stitch That tore the wound of the town And they all began to drown In truths they didn’t like Characters. Kitten, kitten, did you trick the boy Into finding your, mangled, ticked, body Squashed, splattered, with marks in your back Circled rocks, flowers, hit and smack The dirt down flat Betrayal. Conscience, conscience, did you make me feel that way For something I thought, for something I might not say For something I did, and something I am Why do you threaten Why do I listen shiver. Ghosts, ghosts, do you really terrify Blankets, and behind walls spy Sheets, and bags of treats You saw it all, naked Through the clear square wall, sacred Innocence. Creatures, creatures, you dwelled in the cave Red, glowing eyes. Blue burning rave You crawl out at night To get a good sight Of all of the people passed out drunk loneliness. Beware this place.
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How to imagine a poem-- when you speak those lines do not say that you are dying or inlove, but describe the way it's happening. Death/Sad. There's a noose around my neck the rough fibers are digging in reminding me of my fathers hands-- when I was eight years old as he strangled me to sleep. My helium light in the corner begins to flicker as it always does when there's a thunderstorm, even as my world fades I know it's sunny skies today. Love. There's a difference between smiling and the way your lips slant upwards. They remind me of my favorite nuts; cashews are the happiest of all of them the only ones able to make a smile that puts all others to shame. Nature/Happy. As hydrogen and oxygen combine making my sweet abode the ocean-- I sift saltwater side to side in my mouth as I attempt to draw the air into my lungs. Fish were born to exist here where I am lucky to float in their home today. End. Poems are the hidden lizard in your back yard that always seems to be there watching you-- or the pesky neighbor cat which hangs on the fence riskily tightrope walking to sneak upon it's prey. ...The meaning is always there, but sometimes it's difficult to see...
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
How To Create Poems: Do Not Be Afraid of Long Titles
I want to drink Until the end Of forgotten time Let there be A funeral fire Withhold the time capsule Rustic sounds Should accompany Alternating live music Wood is warping Bathroom darkening It all stinks Reeking of vanilla musk Some savage old lady Must have been here I continue to drink Without expiration Giving into temptation Wine contains a nutty Whimsical flavor Reminiscent of cashews Salted just right Stored on time Purity in taste Test has been passed No more whims Just explanations For why I drink Trying to write Avoiding sobriety Wanting *** Confusion of the soul Fusion for sanity Sunday spreads Wicked wings Evil erosions Condemning my being Into ice Deafening to my eyes Plastering the pole But in suspense Avoiding the crowd Can I possibly contend, with a biscuit? Perhaps not
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
I can't be easy
I eat cashews for breakfast and all kinda luxury nut mix Kookoolookuu and all the jealous chicky chickens at the backyard cluck cluck bra: “We  shall also laugh... when it’s thanksgiving time” Poor pulltiepullies they are so stupid I wanna Hop Up on them they do not know how to Impress! miserly is their earning after daily laying & they gotta yearn for a thanks giving! for good  grain   yeah for good grain like mine yeah like mine KookooLookuu Oh only if they could fan out tails beautifully like me Oh only if they could gobble so loud like me they need no-nothin then to get better grain It’s eventually give and take - Yeah Give and Take … but Now I have to badly   Eject ... KookooLookuu!
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Kookoolookuu!
By Arcassin Burnham Being 18, Would be, So hard, Without you, I don't know what to do, Skies were gray but you turned them blue, Like the ocean Tasting cashews, And, Hoping I could get a car, So I could ask you, Do you wanna go on a date? She's hella faint, Long enough to feel the restraint, Get it, gotta love her more, Stuck to me like yellow and blue paint, Hoping mom gets the house by then, Suppose to be moving in palm coast city, I will be summer so I won't put on an ugly sweater then, Being 18, Would Change, My life, In, A whole new way, This is my year that I come back, So i must say, July 1st will be end of all poverty babe.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
"Love Her More" (18 ep)
i dare say, silent movie in the genre of horror? Sven and me, no, not Geoffrey or Norbert, Sven, the coconut, donned a red woollen glove on his coconut scalp and told him: you're a cockerel alarm clock from now on; Sven liked it, i told him: you're not a bowling ball, you've just chewed cashews in your mouth socket, and now the undigested pulp; if not then off to the bowling alley with you - ah my sweet tropical island smurf / cannibal necklace skull of a little monkey of imitated kindred physiognomy, oh pooh bear, pooh.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
say bye Sven
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!! Am lost in the cosmos, Surrounded by darkness in a terrain I can't explain. 'lead me through the night' I could only yell. The more i yelled the fainter my reverberations struck my ear. Should i turn to the left or to the right? My weary heart spoke in protest. The thought of my predicament made me feel dizzy. Twas a long night filled with despair. I could only feel the stings of some silly insects and hear the sounds of some happy crickets. All around me I could Perceive uncertainty. I waited for hundreds of hours for day to come, But time proved to me that I was in a zone of perpetual darkness. I looked to the skies all my eyes could find was a thick dark cloud. Days rolled into weeks. Though i lost track of time,each second seemed like a million years. At this point i had lost strength to speak and my vigour was at its brink. Turning to my left i could see a shadow of a stone. I gazed at the atmosphere in admiration, As i saw darkness being overtaken by light. In a matter of some microseconds a star appeared and dominated the galaxy. Hurray! It was a northern star. Its brightness was unique in that its radiance produced a fragrance of calmness and serenity. As soon as i could find my pouch,I began to move in the direction of the Star. It led me through the grass lands and savannah there I settled and ate some cashews Gradually we entered into a rain forest.I stopped by a river flowing eastward from the savannah to drink some water. Step by step I kept trailing the star till I got to my abode. The northern star stood at my roof and shone forever.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
The nothern star
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!! Am lost in the cosmos, Surrounded by darkness in a terrain I can't explain. 'lead me through the night' I could only yell. The more i yelled the fainter my reverberations struck my ear. Should i turn to the left or to the right? My weary heart spoke in protest. The thought of my predicament made me feel dizzy. Twas a long night filled with despair. I could only feel the stings of some silly insects and hear the sounds of some happy crickets. All around me I could Perceive uncertainty. I waited for hundreds of hours for day to come, But time proved to me that I was in a zone of perpetual darkness. I looked to the skies all my eyes could find was a thick dark cloud. Days rolled into weeks. Though i lost track of time,each second seemed like a million years. At this point i had lost strength to speak and my vigour was at its brink. Turning to my left i could see a shadow of a stone. I gazed at the atmosphere in admiration, As i saw darkness being overtaken by light. In a matter of some microseconds a star appeared and dominated the galaxy. Hurray! It was a northern star. Its brightness was unique in that its radiance produced a fragrance of calmness and serenity. As soon as i could find my pouch,I began to move in the direction of the Star. It led me through the grass lands and savannah there I settled and ate some cashews Gradually we entered into a rain forest.I stopped by a river flowing eastward from the savannah to drink some water. Step by step I kept trailing the star till I got to my abode. The northern star stood at my roof and shone forever.
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How come you dance so___ good Don't do a Tina Turner Table dance on me Whats love got to do with fads Never know what you had_____ Fads Like P-op-Sugar Lads Like Laptop- sister Austrian lads Alice-y Mads A spoon full of sugar helps her meds go down Jewels 4 Julie in the most delightful way Dogs named Andrews those honey cashews She pops crackle Rice crispies For her Nephews Over-sugared curfew Julia Roberts her business flew Perk up (Pretty Women) Not!! first class? Money VIP Pass Cafe hot and boiling His temper bad habits spoiling You cannot buy a girl off with ((Pricetags)) The ending with no friends so sad Beginning Sugar is your poison that depends No, I love you Valentine cards No hello and regards Go Cincinnati Rock and Roll Hall of Fane_____* Fads **** and Jane spots her men Her engraved hands classical Vivaldi opera Pops with Pavarotti To the love wall Sweet Sardi Please  no Godfather Gotti The Godmother tutti fruity Or Sardinia Miami Beach Pop bikini's Come together words Beatles I want to hold your ____? Talking heads Caramelly popcorn Christmas ghost past Talking to herself Will this love ever last Like a hard toffee She could soften any hallway Harvard Men Freshman Chewing fad of spearmint Gum No etiquette Men of bourbon Spicy sweets Ladies festive turbans Hotel tons of sweets At the Marriott Sweet Brandy doll Marionette Raw or Angel equal brown sugar The finest of crepe Suzette like a sequel
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Fads Like Pop Sugar
I’ve been known to steal The cashews out of nut mix I’m quite the *******
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Unlovable
Dear Dad, I've been dying to tell you that I'm gay tucked away in a box of my childhood toys you'll find almonds, cashews, and unsalted peanuts your first son and I are not alike my favorite color blue, his green synchronized like gears in a clock I too am drenched in sweat I have your oversized cotton t-shirt on the one I wear to sleep   I rewatch the video I recorded of Gustavo and I locked and intertwined in a shape that's unsuited for your eyes the same blood running through you your father and his father is the same blood that runs through me resilient, strong and wild like an untamed horse Hasan, our shared name, my signature it's similar to yours
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
A letter to my dad