"eatings" poems
I remember the taste
It was divine
It was offered at every meal
And I gorged on the flesh
Then it was
that she had a memory
And the feasts
became occasional eatings of saccharine sustenance
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
So much strain
comes from the confinement
children and young adults face
but the only solution people have
are either more boxes
or shame and isolation.
How can there be no solution?
How can there be no life
for those who are tired
of waiting in boxes?
The earth is made
and intended
to be our oyster,
but we have drained all sea
for the oyster to live in.
The world is not an oyster,
it is merely the shell.
It is the lie told
to eat the food you don't like.
It is the diet soda
eatings its way through you.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Some putteth their hearts on a silver platter for good eatings,
Other doeth it out of love......
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC