"kitkat" poems - Hello Poetry

As I ponder, perplexed by the possibility Of a premature passing that may present itself to me I consider and calculate Though my conclusion may be crude That the finest fix for my fear is a feasting of food I munch on a morsel, my mouth making moisture Overwhelmingly open to offal and oysters I'd take them, temptation takes its toll Curiosity for calories that I can't control I'd have them, Hoover them, heck I'd hoard 'em But by now I believe it's basically boredom Not a necessity to nibble the nosh It's late I ate a plate at eight, I can wait my gosh No, I know there is no need To slurp on soup or scoff some seeds Only fatigue fuelling the feeling to feed Got to get to grips with this gross and grotesque greed Choking on choices, trembling in my chair Do I punt for the pudding, the peach or the pear? Selecting such seductive sweeties Or dealing with death, diets and diabetes? While I wonder and weep about what will win My insatiable starvation stumbles on a sin Not funny you'll find when you're finished and fat 'Cause in the kitchen on the counter there's a KitKat Four fiendish fingers fascinate the feeling So seductive, my senses soaring to the ceiling Try to meet it, cheat it, beat it, defeat it But what the hell, I don't care, I'll just ****** eat it.

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC

jamie-adams

Starvation Alliteration

As I ponder, perplexed by the possibility Of a premature passing that may present itself to me I consider and calculate Though my conclusion may be crude That the finest fix for my fear is a feasting of food I munch on a morsel, my mouth making moisture Overwhelmingly open to offal and oysters I'd take them, temptation takes its toll Curiosity for calories that I can't control I'd have them, Hoover them, heck I'd hoard 'em But by now I believe it's basically boredom Not a necessity to nibble the nosh It's late I ate a plate at eight, I can wait my gosh No, I know there is no need To slurp on soup or scoff some seeds Only fatigue fuelling the feeling to feed Got to get to grips with this gross and grotesque greed Choking on choices, trembling in my chair Do I punt for the pudding, the peach or the pear? Selecting such seductive sweeties Or dealing with death, diets and diabetes? While I wonder and weep about what will win My insatiable starvation stumbles on a sin Not funny you'll find when you're finished and fat 'Cause in the kitchen on the counter there's a KitKat Four fiendish fingers fascinate the feeling So seductive, my senses soaring to the ceiling Try to meet it, cheat it, beat it, defeat it But what the hell, I don't care, I'll just ****** eat it.

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Monday It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my kitkat are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken. Tuesday It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see my milk has been topped up, though, why two fingers of my kitkat in a V sign beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you ***** ******* I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office. You will be caught. Wednesday It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the fridge into my office till further notice. Thursday It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated, the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk. I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and you will be dismissed. Friday It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is cluttering up the whole building, management is going ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits, my job, my life. Just leave me alone. Thank you.

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC

Gaffer

The Fridge.

Monday It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my kitkat are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken. Tuesday It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see my milk has been topped up, though, why two fingers of my kitkat in a V sign beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you ***** ******* I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office. You will be caught. Wednesday It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the fridge into my office till further notice. Thursday It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated, the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk. I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and you will be dismissed. Friday It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is cluttering up the whole building, management is going ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits, my job, my life. Just leave me alone. Thank you.

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It's OK not to be inspired. You can look at a sunset Without seeing the colours as smudges of chalk On the divine, stretched-out canvas of sky. And you don't have to write everything down, Because not everything has to be permanent. Some things only last for as long as you remember them, And it doesn't make them any less special Just because they weren't written down or spoken life into. Existing is art, and creating something That no-one ever gets to hear is still art. You're a poet even when you're not rushing to your notebook Before the words fall through your fingers, slippery with desperation, Motivation, inspiration for the next poem. So slow down, because if you forget your masterpiece Because you were enjoying a careless moment of misplaced inspiration, Who cares? Even if no-one saw it, you know you created an awesome poem.

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC

ForeignCabRides

Have a Break; Have a KitKat Instead of a Pen

It's OK not to be inspired. You can look at a sunset Without seeing the colours as smudges of chalk On the divine, stretched-out canvas of sky. And you don't have to write everything down, Because not everything has to be permanent. Some things only last for as long as you remember them, And it doesn't make them any less special Just because they weren't written down or spoken life into. Existing is art, and creating something That no-one ever gets to hear is still art. You're a poet even when you're not rushing to your notebook Before the words fall through your fingers, slippery with desperation, Motivation, inspiration for the next poem. So slow down, because if you forget your masterpiece Because you were enjoying a careless moment of misplaced inspiration, Who cares? Even if no-one saw it, you know you created an awesome poem.

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I arrived at Janice's grandmother's flat for the doll's tea party as I said I would and Janice took me into her bedroom as her gran was in the sitting room with two of her elderly friends talking over cups of tea Janice showed me into her room where there was a single bed and a small table arranged beside it with two small chairs in which sat Teddy a yellowish bear Golly a red smiling lipped black doll and Miss Woolworth a blonde doll with curly blonde hair and blue staring eyes and a pouty mouth and a rag doll with one eye the other one empty space after she had introduced me to the tea party guests she showed me the small stainless tea *** and six small teacups and a stainless milk jug and bowl with a few sugar lumps do you take sugar? she asked I said two and she put two sugar lumps in a tea cup and one in hers and poured the tea into my cup and added milk from the jug she made her own tea and sat on the bed beside me then she poured pretend tea in the cups of the guests on the small table was a plate of small ice cakes Gran made them for us Gran's friends have the rest Janice said and on another small plate were four fingers of KitKat I sipped the tea it was weak but warm in the other room voices laughed what's the doll with one eye called? I asked Cyclops she replied funny name for a girl doll I said don't you remember Mr Finn saying about a one-eyed person the other week? Janice said he said it was a one-eyed savage giant I replied o did he? she said frowning her forehead o I see she said never mind I said it's as good a name as any she wasn't convinced and frowned harder maybe I ought to call her Grace Janice said Grace? I said yes I had an aunt who had one eye called Grace Janice informed what was the other eye called? I said she laughed out loudly and then put a hand over her mouth and whispered best not make too much noise or Gran will wonder what we're doing I sipped more tea and took one of the iced cakes we ate the cakes in silence I gazed at the Golly smiling at me then Teddy who sat with a small silly smile sewn on after cakes Janice gave me a KitKat finger and we sat and ate those too Miss Woolworth hasn't been well Janice said o what's wrong with her? I asked her left leg has come loose and dangles when you lift her up Janice said o dear I said giving Janice a stare she seemed serious so I didn't smile there was more laughter from the women in the other room Janice looked at me and said glad you could come and so is Teddy he likes company I said I enjoyed it and after sipping the last of the tea she showed me her new red beret and placed it on her blonde hair and smiled then kissed my cheek best go I said glad other boys never saw the kiss or they'd think I'd gone weak.

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC

TerryCollett

THE PARTY 1956.

I arrived at Janice's grandmother's flat for the doll's tea party as I said I would and Janice took me into her bedroom as her gran was in the sitting room with two of her elderly friends talking over cups of tea Janice showed me into her room where there was a single bed and a small table arranged beside it with two small chairs in which sat Teddy a yellowish bear Golly a red smiling lipped black doll and Miss Woolworth a blonde doll with curly blonde hair and blue staring eyes and a pouty mouth and a rag doll with one eye the other one empty space after she had introduced me to the tea party guests she showed me the small stainless tea *** and six small teacups and a stainless milk jug and bowl with a few sugar lumps do you take sugar? she asked I said two and she put two sugar lumps in a tea cup and one in hers and poured the tea into my cup and added milk from the jug she made her own tea and sat on the bed beside me then she poured pretend tea in the cups of the guests on the small table was a plate of small ice cakes Gran made them for us Gran's friends have the rest Janice said and on another small plate were four fingers of KitKat I sipped the tea it was weak but warm in the other room voices laughed what's the doll with one eye called? I asked Cyclops she replied funny name for a girl doll I said don't you remember Mr Finn saying about a one-eyed person the other week? Janice said he said it was a one-eyed savage giant I replied o did he? she said frowning her forehead o I see she said never mind I said it's as good a name as any she wasn't convinced and frowned harder maybe I ought to call her Grace Janice said Grace? I said yes I had an aunt who had one eye called Grace Janice informed what was the other eye called? I said she laughed out loudly and then put a hand over her mouth and whispered best not make too much noise or Gran will wonder what we're doing I sipped more tea and took one of the iced cakes we ate the cakes in silence I gazed at the Golly smiling at me then Teddy who sat with a small silly smile sewn on after cakes Janice gave me a KitKat finger and we sat and ate those too Miss Woolworth hasn't been well Janice said o what's wrong with her? I asked her left leg has come loose and dangles when you lift her up Janice said o dear I said giving Janice a stare she seemed serious so I didn't smile there was more laughter from the women in the other room Janice looked at me and said glad you could come and so is Teddy he likes company I said I enjoyed it and after sipping the last of the tea she showed me her new red beret and placed it on her blonde hair and smiled then kissed my cheek best go I said glad other boys never saw the kiss or they'd think I'd gone weak.

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i. you wonder if somewhere there's a voodoo doll with your face stitched on (and if it's covered in pins since god knows that would be the logical explanation) who goes away in winter? he'd laughed and laughed -- and in spite of yourself, you let him you very patiently explain that with european winters *'the sun's still out but it's no cancer risk and the air's still hot at night but it doesn't try to choke you and what's more cathartic than a spanish caravan park where you're serenaded by crickets?'* playing it off as a quirk, not an excuse to be anywhere else he'll never know the comfort in being little more than a passing stranger a face on a street or in a window or a car transient, fleeting; the short-term memory lasts roughly thirty seconds so you're a stranger in a yellow polo and then you're nobody: it's the circle of life, but compact and mildly less terrifying ii. unexplored streets and brains are bigger than home: you can only be your true self when you are not at home eyerolling, rotting from air pollution and complaining about first-world problems you're hardly ill at mind but you're jaded and sad and sufficiently middle-class so when in doubt, you pack a bag and think nothing else of it you buy the guardian and a kitkat from a sullen newsagent whose hands look like your grandmother's (why do you notice this stuff?) the poor guy's only middle-aged surely - he can keep the change counting coins is weird and confusing anyway happy flying says the hostess with a ribbon around her neck she means it and you know exactly why she'd taken the job on: fixed addresses are awfully limiting and the swarms of crying babies are probably worth it to get to go everywhere EVERYWHERE iii. package holiday dj digs out his usual and plays 'come on eileen' for an aging crowd your eyes are upturned to a foreign sky and you breathe warmth the stars are out and you are floating quite carelessly at the top of a swimming pool happy birthday

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC

nataliestilescarmona

to call it wanderlust would be a little clichéd

i. you wonder if somewhere there's a voodoo doll with your face stitched on (and if it's covered in pins since god knows that would be the logical explanation) who goes away in winter? he'd laughed and laughed -- and in spite of yourself, you let him you very patiently explain that with european winters *'the sun's still out but it's no cancer risk and the air's still hot at night but it doesn't try to choke you and what's more cathartic than a spanish caravan park where you're serenaded by crickets?'* playing it off as a quirk, not an excuse to be anywhere else he'll never know the comfort in being little more than a passing stranger a face on a street or in a window or a car transient, fleeting; the short-term memory lasts roughly thirty seconds so you're a stranger in a yellow polo and then you're nobody: it's the circle of life, but compact and mildly less terrifying ii. unexplored streets and brains are bigger than home: you can only be your true self when you are not at home eyerolling, rotting from air pollution and complaining about first-world problems you're hardly ill at mind but you're jaded and sad and sufficiently middle-class so when in doubt, you pack a bag and think nothing else of it you buy the guardian and a kitkat from a sullen newsagent whose hands look like your grandmother's (why do you notice this stuff?) the poor guy's only middle-aged surely - he can keep the change counting coins is weird and confusing anyway happy flying says the hostess with a ribbon around her neck she means it and you know exactly why she'd taken the job on: fixed addresses are awfully limiting and the swarms of crying babies are probably worth it to get to go everywhere EVERYWHERE iii. package holiday dj digs out his usual and plays 'come on eileen' for an aging crowd your eyes are upturned to a foreign sky and you breathe warmth the stars are out and you are floating quite carelessly at the top of a swimming pool happy birthday

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Two bags of little KitKat's. Yeah, You eat a lot when you feel depressed.

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC

Butterfly

KitKat

Two bags of little KitKat's. Yeah, You eat a lot when you feel depressed.

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you constantly manipulate the game-you toss and turn and hit the ball in all crooked ways, you scream crazy **** and pierce my soul and degrade me to levels not even six feet under could reach. i seem to let it slide like a baby on ice because believe it or not, the louder my voice, the quieter my soul. I hate the confrontation and i dont see the point of stirring the *** i let you run train tracks over my face and flatten my self esteem so quickly but i cant seem to cut you off for good like an umbilical cord to a newborn. i say one thing to you, because after all, you are always so big about being up front and in your face, you ask us why we dont talk our problems out and let our pandoras box open. well. we did we didnt agree-and then you become a power outage shutdown so quick and at this point, im more like pepco instead of BGE-im not quick to turn you back on. I dont look through the same lens as you, and yes i might not see the bright side-im no sunny side eggs but hey, you are no sunflower either. i dont understand your doubles. dont touch me and not expect to be touched. we are friends sure but at this point im not sure if we are seesawing on a not wanting to crack the egg or if we are friends at all. you are now shut down and at this point im like pepco-not sure when i will try to turn you back on, you bop me around like an abusive parent on drugs-you are so sure that you are right. im hardly ever right, and i own it but you, im not sure i cant let you use your pass about your past to get out of jail no for we all, victims and criminals have to own our past. use it to walk forward not run backwards down a hill i know i know, im a ***** a stuck up ***** with alot to say and yes-i throw the memory of a 19 year old guy performing a ***** on me at only 5 but to be honest thats no excuse either. we all have hot pots that are quickly dropped because of the complexity of our journeys but its no excuse to shut down. and now writing this more and more, im figuring out that this is not just a letter to you but a letter to myself. you gotta own your advice before dispersing it. if you need a break, have a break everyone needs a kitkat bar sometimes i totally understand

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC

sylvene-taylor

constant doubles

you constantly manipulate the game-you toss and turn and hit the ball in all crooked ways, you scream crazy **** and pierce my soul and degrade me to levels not even six feet under could reach. i seem to let it slide like a baby on ice because believe it or not, the louder my voice, the quieter my soul. I hate the confrontation and i dont see the point of stirring the *** i let you run train tracks over my face and flatten my self esteem so quickly but i cant seem to cut you off for good like an umbilical cord to a newborn. i say one thing to you, because after all, you are always so big about being up front and in your face, you ask us why we dont talk our problems out and let our pandoras box open. well. we did we didnt agree-and then you become a power outage shutdown so quick and at this point, im more like pepco instead of BGE-im not quick to turn you back on. I dont look through the same lens as you, and yes i might not see the bright side-im no sunny side eggs but hey, you are no sunflower either. i dont understand your doubles. dont touch me and not expect to be touched. we are friends sure but at this point im not sure if we are seesawing on a not wanting to crack the egg or if we are friends at all. you are now shut down and at this point im like pepco-not sure when i will try to turn you back on, you bop me around like an abusive parent on drugs-you are so sure that you are right. im hardly ever right, and i own it but you, im not sure i cant let you use your pass about your past to get out of jail no for we all, victims and criminals have to own our past. use it to walk forward not run backwards down a hill i know i know, im a ***** a stuck up ***** with alot to say and yes-i throw the memory of a 19 year old guy performing a ***** on me at only 5 but to be honest thats no excuse either. we all have hot pots that are quickly dropped because of the complexity of our journeys but its no excuse to shut down. and now writing this more and more, im figuring out that this is not just a letter to you but a letter to myself. you gotta own your advice before dispersing it. if you need a break, have a break everyone needs a kitkat bar sometimes i totally understand

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Do you want to come to my doll's tea party? Janice asked I wasn't keen but looked at her as we sat on the grass by Banks House Easter holidays warm morning who'll be there? I asked well Teddy will be there and Miss Woolworth and Golly of course and maybe that doll Gran got me from the jumble sale with one eye I looked over at the coal wharf coal men were loading up their horse drawn wagons or lorries I guess I could I said (Janice had no brother or sister and apart from her gran had few friends) o good she said I'll tell Gran and maybe we can have real cakes and tea in little teacups and I have a KitKat we can share she added what time? I said maybe tomorrow after lunch she said sure I said I'll be there (not my usual haunt be aware) I unscrewed a bottle of lemonade I got from the greengrocer guy and took a gulp want a drink? I asked she nodded so I passed her the bottle and she wiped the top on the edge of her skirt and sipped a mouthful or two then passed me back the bottle very fizzy she said bubbles got up my nose I gulped more (I didn't wipe the top it was only her mouth after all) then put the bottle down on the grass she looked at me and said best be going as Gran said not to be late for dinner ok I said and watched her go over the fence and along Bath terrace and out of sight I sighed about the doll's party but I mused it may be all right and watched the coal man on a horse drawn wagon go past trotting slow not getting anywhere fast.

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Nov 1, 2015

Nov 1, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC

TerryCollett

DOLL'S TEA PARTY 1956.

Do you want to come to my doll's tea party? Janice asked I wasn't keen but looked at her as we sat on the grass by Banks House Easter holidays warm morning who'll be there? I asked well Teddy will be there and Miss Woolworth and Golly of course and maybe that doll Gran got me from the jumble sale with one eye I looked over at the coal wharf coal men were loading up their horse drawn wagons or lorries I guess I could I said (Janice had no brother or sister and apart from her gran had few friends) o good she said I'll tell Gran and maybe we can have real cakes and tea in little teacups and I have a KitKat we can share she added what time? I said maybe tomorrow after lunch she said sure I said I'll be there (not my usual haunt be aware) I unscrewed a bottle of lemonade I got from the greengrocer guy and took a gulp want a drink? I asked she nodded so I passed her the bottle and she wiped the top on the edge of her skirt and sipped a mouthful or two then passed me back the bottle very fizzy she said bubbles got up my nose I gulped more (I didn't wipe the top it was only her mouth after all) then put the bottle down on the grass she looked at me and said best be going as Gran said not to be late for dinner ok I said and watched her go over the fence and along Bath terrace and out of sight I sighed about the doll's party but I mused it may be all right and watched the coal man on a horse drawn wagon go past trotting slow not getting anywhere fast.

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You're a serendipity I'm a halcyon w your presence Our vibing is the true quiddity I love ua smile, it's lucent Worths million kitakat's.

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Jul 4, 2020

Jul 4, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC

chimera-1

My kitkat

You're a serendipity I'm a halcyon w your presence Our vibing is the true quiddity I love ua smile, it's lucent Worths million kitakat's.

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I've got some cheese and onion crisps Half a packet of strawberry bonbons And a kitkat that might have got wet on Crinkle Crags I can't remember the last time I saw my grandma Or recall ever towering above her delicate, motherly body telling her I love her. "It wouldn't have been the same without you" "No, it wouldn't" "In many ways" I wonder what my dad meant by that He likes to talk And say nothing at all. Man on the train furiously widens his eyes At the piles of suitcases spewing from the rack And curls his lips Keith pouts like donald trump So do I Maybe it's genetic I've got my grandma's genes too She doesn't mind if I pout like donald trump But she never liked bruce forsyth (who died last week) Or maybe The week before "I've been watching strictly" My older brother Pulls out of the suffocating tar pit Something nonflammable I wonder what he meant by it He likes to talk He likes to say what matters But what matters to him And what matters to me Isn't what matters to him I've got a quarter of a packet of strawberry bon bons And a kit kat that might have got wet on Cringle Crags I carried a lady's suitcase Over the bridge and Back when the platform changed She rewarded me With information about herself And I am grateful for that She helped me As simply and easily as I helped her She gave me a smile to keep What mattered to her, Funny Welsh stranger, Mattered to me We swapped smiles And walked off in brand new shoes.

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC

josh-heaton

What Matters (For Our Family Holiday)

I've got some cheese and onion crisps Half a packet of strawberry bonbons And a kitkat that might have got wet on Crinkle Crags I can't remember the last time I saw my grandma Or recall ever towering above her delicate, motherly body telling her I love her. "It wouldn't have been the same without you" "No, it wouldn't" "In many ways" I wonder what my dad meant by that He likes to talk And say nothing at all. Man on the train furiously widens his eyes At the piles of suitcases spewing from the rack And curls his lips Keith pouts like donald trump So do I Maybe it's genetic I've got my grandma's genes too She doesn't mind if I pout like donald trump But she never liked bruce forsyth (who died last week) Or maybe The week before "I've been watching strictly" My older brother Pulls out of the suffocating tar pit Something nonflammable I wonder what he meant by it He likes to talk He likes to say what matters But what matters to him And what matters to me Isn't what matters to him I've got a quarter of a packet of strawberry bon bons And a kit kat that might have got wet on Cringle Crags I carried a lady's suitcase Over the bridge and Back when the platform changed She rewarded me With information about herself And I am grateful for that She helped me As simply and easily as I helped her She gave me a smile to keep What mattered to her, Funny Welsh stranger, Mattered to me We swapped smiles And walked off in brand new shoes.

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Summer, when we still had our milk teeth Calling to me like that long lost friend Instant crush on seeing that bar of KitKat While waiting in line to see Harry Potter The magic hidden in Grandma's kitchen And the countless memories of her youth Fall, bringing us back to the classrooms And making the summer a part of the past

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC

5oulPoet

Summer

Summer, when we still had our milk teeth Calling to me like that long lost friend Instant crush on seeing that bar of KitKat While waiting in line to see Harry Potter The magic hidden in Grandma's kitchen And the countless memories of her youth Fall, bringing us back to the classrooms And making the summer a part of the past

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Love isn’t always romantic Sometimes love is playing the song you know will make the person in the passenger seat smile just a little bit bigger Sometimes love is staying up all night waiting for each new text to come that says they made it another couple minutes Sometimes love is letting them have the last piece of grandma’s special recipe Sometimes love is reading the book someone mentioned in passing is their favorite so that you can have a reason to talk to them again Sometimes love is telling them your secret maybe the one you told a few or the one you only told your heart Sometimes love is letting the brother you swear is annoying sleep in your room when he doesn’t want to be alone in the dark Sometimes love is a showering with the lights off so you can love yourself without fear Sometimes love is sharing the jokes you hear and think they would like Sometimes love is memorizing your best friend’s schedule so you know when they are free before you ask because you know they hate to have to say no Sometimes love is pushing them away because you know they deserve better Sometimes love is smiling when they steal a fry and rather than calling them out you steal some of theirs Sometimes love is seeing a pair of heart shaped sunglasses and immediately thinking it is totally their style Sometimes love is waving at the people in the car next to you on the freeway at the little kid who asked you for a sucker at work at your friends in the hall you don’t have class with this semester Sometimes love is offering to order for them when their anxiety becomes too much Sometimes love is putting yourself first you can’t help others if you are in a million scattered pieces Sometimes love is sitting in the make shift audience in your aunt’s basement watching your family put on a concert of toy drums and jumping up when they pull you on the stage of cardboard boxes Sometimes love is inside jokes from years ago you aren’t even sure how to explain anymore but get you on the floor each and every time Sometimes love is not holding back introducing yourself giving people the chance to be someone to love Sometimes love is holding their hand as they get their third piercing even though they are terrified of needles Sometimes love is a teddy bear given from family to the newborn Sometimes love is walking them down the isle with a kiss on their forehead Sometimes love is noticing the words and topics that trigger them and when they are used watch for the signs Sometimes love is watching the children while the parents take a break Sometimes love is getting a kitkat from the gas station when you go by yourself because they are your brother’s favorite Love isn’t always romantic Love isn’t always mind-numbing passion Sometimes love is the small things the things you learn the way you adapt to each person the protectiveness you give Love isn’t always romantic But it's how I love

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May 9, 2021

May 9, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC

emzzy

Sometimes Love

Love isn’t always romantic Sometimes love is playing the song you know will make the person in the passenger seat smile just a little bit bigger Sometimes love is staying up all night waiting for each new text to come that says they made it another couple minutes Sometimes love is letting them have the last piece of grandma’s special recipe Sometimes love is reading the book someone mentioned in passing is their favorite so that you can have a reason to talk to them again Sometimes love is telling them your secret maybe the one you told a few or the one you only told your heart Sometimes love is letting the brother you swear is annoying sleep in your room when he doesn’t want to be alone in the dark Sometimes love is a showering with the lights off so you can love yourself without fear Sometimes love is sharing the jokes you hear and think they would like Sometimes love is memorizing your best friend’s schedule so you know when they are free before you ask because you know they hate to have to say no Sometimes love is pushing them away because you know they deserve better Sometimes love is smiling when they steal a fry and rather than calling them out you steal some of theirs Sometimes love is seeing a pair of heart shaped sunglasses and immediately thinking it is totally their style Sometimes love is waving at the people in the car next to you on the freeway at the little kid who asked you for a sucker at work at your friends in the hall you don’t have class with this semester Sometimes love is offering to order for them when their anxiety becomes too much Sometimes love is putting yourself first you can’t help others if you are in a million scattered pieces Sometimes love is sitting in the make shift audience in your aunt’s basement watching your family put on a concert of toy drums and jumping up when they pull you on the stage of cardboard boxes Sometimes love is inside jokes from years ago you aren’t even sure how to explain anymore but get you on the floor each and every time Sometimes love is not holding back introducing yourself giving people the chance to be someone to love Sometimes love is holding their hand as they get their third piercing even though they are terrified of needles Sometimes love is a teddy bear given from family to the newborn Sometimes love is walking them down the isle with a kiss on their forehead Sometimes love is noticing the words and topics that trigger them and when they are used watch for the signs Sometimes love is watching the children while the parents take a break Sometimes love is getting a kitkat from the gas station when you go by yourself because they are your brother’s favorite Love isn’t always romantic Love isn’t always mind-numbing passion Sometimes love is the small things the things you learn the way you adapt to each person the protectiveness you give Love isn’t always romantic But it's how I love

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oh, i'm coming, like a mongrel mongol. what's the post scriptum of rhetoric? um... 100°C (+1)? yup... the threshold of when talk turns into action... mind you: i really do fancy a cupp'ah; by the way, adding milk to tea isn't an english "thing", the whole practice originated in siberia... so... yeah... ***** ******* queen victoria silly; have about ten on my count of accommodating hands with fingers; apparently index + middle + ring fingers = the kitkat of ********* or asking for an orange to come out.

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Aug 18, 2017

Aug 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

100°C

oh, i'm coming, like a mongrel mongol. what's the post scriptum of rhetoric? um... 100°C (+1)? yup... the threshold of when talk turns into action... mind you: i really do fancy a cupp'ah; by the way, adding milk to tea isn't an english "thing", the whole practice originated in siberia... so... yeah... ***** ******* queen victoria silly; have about ten on my count of accommodating hands with fingers; apparently index + middle + ring fingers = the kitkat of ********* or asking for an orange to come out.

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The human heart is a world of its own Access into it is one of the hardest things I know The inhabitants hardly come out as well And when they do, they disguise most times They have a veil of sweet words Often give you a different impression It would take proper examination To see the main intention If you can take an aerial view of most hearts It's darker than KitKat Please when you find a pure heart Give it the respect it deserves!

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC

Gods1son

The heart

The human heart is a world of its own Access into it is one of the hardest things I know The inhabitants hardly come out as well And when they do, they disguise most times They have a veil of sweet words Often give you a different impression It would take proper examination To see the main intention If you can take an aerial view of most hearts It's darker than KitKat Please when you find a pure heart Give it the respect it deserves!

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