"resturant" poems
the best nut
the best nut
is the one that
can name all the nuts
that develops new spellings for her name
every. day.
the lady that
pokes the out lenses
from old women's glasses
and gives them to me
that snort-giggles
in. her. sleep.
writes fan fiction
for star gate sg1
listens to disney soundtrack 45s
on 33 setting
shoplifts pez dispensers
takes plants as souvenirs
and wakes up at 3
to brush her teeth
the best one
dances alone in a mexican resturant
gives herself dutch ovens
and poses for photos
fake asleep
covered in snacks
hates recess
loves shirt no pants
but the best
the BEST nut
is the one that sustains
the most grueling cross texas trip
to put up with me
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
on the street corner
waiting for a body to come along
'oh, jesus, oh, lord'
the man just wants a hug
throw a man a home
spare his dog a bone
cough of a smoker
chest with a wheeze
one sits in a resturant
while anothers begs on his knees
'please lord, oh please'
ignorance a bliss
public sphere bubble
'look man'
'i don't want no trouble'
'could i trouble you for a penny'
share one of your many
what's a woman begging for
judgement decides she is a *****
a million to one
help out the addict of a son
and i ask you sir
while you moan and groan in your animal fur
'are we all human, only divided by materials'
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
The rags to riches,
You know what's burried in the face,
The waiters ambitious nature,
A cooks heratige,
My friends are millionaires.
One day ill listen and
Learn about the secret
lives.
The rags to riches,
One day the cook will
want me to know,
and so will the waiter,
I always wanted a......
Do you think I can......
I know.......
One day my friends will open up
like a embarrased oyster.
What ever feels akward for week.
Goes away like a bad haircut.
I hope the bad hair cut never grows out.
Every face is bare and naked,
Tender eneouph to give kisses
the kisses that are couageous.
Ill never forget the times outside
my friends and I spent smuthering
eachother in lipstick. Thats what friends do
Friends kiss eachother when the days are helpless.
Tell me more about being a rapper.
Tell me more about your resturant.
Tell me more about being a laywer.
Ill kiss you and say the dreams never leave.
Ill kiss them all and say the dreams never leave.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
she was asked what was art, and she replied saying, 'it's paintings, like from picasso.'
art is not only found on a canvas
it can be seen through the movements of dancers.
it can be heard through a musician's voice or words.
it can be smelled in a chef's resturant.
it can be shown at fashion shows.
it can be captured in photographs.
it can be written in the form of a poem.
a
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is the expression of one's heart, soul, and/or mind.
art doesn't have to be on a canvas, it can be anywhere.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
First time I stood On a corner
With a 6 String Yamaha and
A Marine Band Hoerner
Laying Down the Harmony
And bending the Blues.
Playing Some Neil Young
Blowing that Harp and
Singing that Song, it was
A Late March morning
And my fingers were Numb
Cold drizzle kept me Company
People stopped and listened
Tossed some cash in my Case
Headed off out of the Cold in Haste
I broke into the Rolling Stones
"You Cant Always Get What you Want"
I was just trying to get what I need...
Some Awesome long Hairs tossed in bills
Headed down to Taco Grande, got My Fill
Fat Bean Burrito, extra cheese and Onions
Wrapping My fingers around a Paper Cup,
The sweet Black Coffee warmed me up
Nineteen Feels like the King of the World
That Guitar Led to warmer Days, with
With Blushed cheeked Coeds Litin' a Jay
Down on the Lakes edge, Ended up laid
Those Songs and the Guitar Fed me for 2 years
And Much Later People would rush up
And Say "Do you Still play" remembering
the Harmonies Echoed, Between the Buildings
And drifting up the street, I have no Idea Who
Ten Thousand Passed by in the rain and the sun
But the song played on and never was Done
Kinda like Alice"s Resturant, they waited
To see if I remembered it all 20 minutes long.
Of all the Music, the one that paid the best
Was Arlo's Song, Time to strike a Match
And Light the ****
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
I remember the windy day after church
We were waiting outside a resturant
For our parents to arrive.
I remember the way you held me
You kissed my lips, against a wall
Your mom was so ******
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.
I remember the day we were home alone
We were waiting in the living room
For my parents to come home
I remember the way you held me
You kissed me and, I kissed back
They would have been so ******
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.
I remember the Sunday in January
We were waiting so hungrily
For my parents to finish talking.
I remember the way she looked at us
She thought we were already married
Nothing that day would make us ******
We were in pure bliss.
I remember that warm night in August
We kept being torn apart
For I was new and you were not.
I remember when we finally hung out
And when we spoke words so heartfelt
Nothing again would make us ******
We are in pure bliss.
I remember sitting on a park bench
It was dark but I felt bright.
I remember the way you kissed me
It was imperfect but so flawless and from the heart.
I remember the taste of your lips when we pulled away and smiled under the street light. I remember after sharing out first kiss we shared a cigarette, and then we shared our hearts in a subtle secret way. You've tainted my life and all my memories are filled with you.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
I'm trying to grow the courage
but the telephone won't reach for me
there's a number on the napkin
from a resturant down the street
my only lame excuse is..
Is that a seven or a three?
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I don't know why I hesitate
because you're the one who inked your name
expecting to be my lucious date.
Don't waste your time; you'll only wait
for my dispicible call of shame.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
Old lady who smiled at me
Through the resturant window
On proctor street. You ruined
Everything when you
Turned your head and
Noticed I had a camera.
Thats when you made a pose.
I apreciate the humor.
But please dont do it again.
You destroyed a great portrait.
Take care ill drop off the print
In a couple of weeks.
If you dont work ill assume
You are a well known regular
And do the same anyways.
Dont take offense I needed
To be quicker with my camera.
Ba by.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
I don’t know even know where to start.
As a matter of fact
My heart aches, It feels like someone took a hammer and crushed it into a million pieces.
No poetry pieces can explain this feeling
No kind of speeches can explain her reasons
My boneless heart is broken and needs healing
I just want you to know I’m not mad at you.
I’m just upset, disappointed, and sad.
My heart is bleeding as a result of your stab I’m upset because I fell so madly in love with you.
And like a resturant menu there were many options but you is who I chose
I swear, I’m disappointed because you can’t see how amazing we were.
I was a fool to think that you actually wanted me.
See,I think the hardest part for me is the memories.
The memories i will forever hold onto for centries.
I can still feel your lips trace my body.
I can still hear my heart call you shoddy
I can still feel the warmth of your arms wrapped around me as we slept through the rainstorm.
I can still feel the sweet words and promises you made when you were tryna brainstorm me
The time you sang your heart out to me while looking into my eyes still haunts me every night.
I think the worst part is, you made me feel like the most lucky man in the world.
I hate that I let you take that away from me.
I hate that I feel empty without you.
The sad thing is, if you were to ask me for a second chance I would give it to you despite how bad you hurt me.
I miss you.
You were the best thing to ever happen to me, and for that I’m thankful for what we had.
Happy Vals Day ❤️
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
I remember when it all went wrong
When the waitress said your order's up
Our fill of love wasn't quite enough
Inside heartbreak resturant
She had handed menus to the both of us
No pictures there and rather sparse
We both knew we both had come
To wine and dine on the best of love
While the cooks in back mentioned the fact
At the appetizers we started with
And that the hunger pangs were built to last
If that's all that we planed to have
As the night went on we more than fought
As the table turned on lessons learned but never taught
Order's up, all for naught
Inside heartbreak resturant
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC