"tryptophan" poems
I've gorged my insides outside
Stuffed them full of tryptophan and solidarity in this plague
Dripped acid on my laced lungs
To hold some type of shape to their lackluster position
Stitch my teeth on paper airplanes
Promise your little girl you'll send her to the moon
The sky
The stars
The dentist to fix her broken teeth
To tape kisses on her open wounds
It was never enough to wake me when you left
Because I was right
And we were all falling down
As our youth was shot up
Fill my bones with your time, let these clocks rip my eyelids off
So all I can see is you walking away
Wearing my last love letter on your palms
Go, fly, be on the moon
I'll meet you there in a few
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
My darling tryptophan
Tired glances exchanged through a tasty veil
White or dark has never been more important
The lights of night shine bright tonight for it is a sight unseen of holes so sweet
Buy the holes my love my love
Darling tryptophane shall we sleep together tonight?
Embraced in a sloppy napkin hug
Cloth sliding on the floor
Dog eating those that we don’t want
Making by with the turkey fry
Wasted what was not wanted
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
mashing brains like potatoes,
add a little salt to bring out
the flavour
castrate the scientist in your head
and bring back the
magic
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Tryptophan, Turkey comas
On a stuffed stomach,
Chock full of dreams
Button bursting insight
So much food
So much family
So much joy
So much to be thankful for
Thankful
Not to be dead,
To be enjoying life
Here on Earth
Thankful
Not to be poor,
To be able afford
The comforts in life
Thankful
Not to be alone,
To have friends and family
Helping to guide me
Stuffed
Sprawled on the couch
Realizing how much I have
Realizing it could all be
Gone within a blink.
Thankfully, I’m here
Thankfully
I’m alright.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
i look to the sky
and find myself
amongst the star(s
o softly breathing,
i wish i could
inhale thee)
i mold their skins
made of reaction
after reaction after
re(energize)action
i hold hydrogen
in my rough palm
until the cold fire
burns twin holes
through my hand(s
tuck together with
dripping plasma
opals that i wrap
about Night's neck
with tender finger)s
o speakth The Lord
i look to the sky
hoping to find myself
amongst the light of
sweet star(s
low and bright)
but i find myself
within black holes
drinking all my hopes
until they're re(purposed)
duced to nothing
mere (wo)man can see
i'd
cry
but
tears
fail
to
f
a
l
l
in
space -
serving
only
to
blind
you
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
Im a courtisan of cortisone
I dream in adrenal tones
caught in thrall of them all
Im a dope fiend for my dopamine
but oxytocin is the belle of the ball
if only I could find some more to score
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Dear Mr. One-In-A-Billion
I'm one of the billion
trying to get some of your billions
but I'm just part of the sum of your billions.
I'm the one in your pocket
with only ones in my pocket
avoiding guns and rockets
that came from your pocket.
You keep a gun to my head
by putting guns in my head
with the guns you have led
bringing guns to a head.
I became your captive
you're a velocicaptor commercial raptor
with a manner didactic
to mandate moralistic methods of capture.
When I ask you to stop
I'm thwarted by cops
when I ask you to go
I'm thwarted by no's.
You tell us to fly when you know that we're hurt
you say it's the sky when we know that it's dirt
you give us a tie when all we have is a shirt
until the day we die and no longer have worth.
You providers provide
petite provisions
then dastardly deride
demographic divisions
parading pride
parroting patriotism
but the parrots died
during the schism.
You don't trust me because of my bank account
I don't trust you because of your body count
you don't care because your banks can't be counted
I care too much because every body counts.
Monopoly is a boar's game
the banker controls the board
the banker determines the gored
and property determines the score.
For equality we must equalize our equity
and make austerity analogous to antiquity
allowing annihilation of our antipathies
so we can delete deficit driving deficiencies.
We need charity baked into the system
so parity will be caked onto our vision
so we can stop worrying about cheddar
and give our cheese to the beggars
but you're the only baker around
with a shop full of dough
that you throw into the oven
to feed us sugarcoated lies.
Please stop feeding us tryptophan
through avenues like Instagram
or other similar brands
infecting culture with a businessman
until we're business ******
except for a select few
one of whom is you
and your billionaire brood.
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
In the viscous ichor of tryptophan
Steal me away for a moment
Lead my endless toes
Eyes behind a waving fan
In an empty ballroom, paired electron
share our energetic light
In the everlasting yearning mind
With regal flow you go
Silk water against the door
Dream of me you sweet pea
Soon again with you I'll be
It hates for me to see you go
a fake alone particulate door
Dream of you far past adieu
And yet let no man aware of thee.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
tryptophan and cream
gently whispering, “goodnight”
be even. be whole.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
We’re all born in the same place
Ourselves
And we all run the same race
To hell
Born into a world already turning
My feet start urgently burning
Before my brain begins churning
I ignore what I’m learning
For my movement yearning
Now that I’m of a reactionary fashion
It’s time for social interaction
I’m told to pick a faction
That’ll be my infallible bastion
I’ll defend with blind passion
My need to know more
Brought the conquistador
Who had the keys to my door
With no reason implored
He beat me to the floor
He comes from society
To check my propriety
Conquering through anxiety
Or straight up fighting me
Until the pain starts piling
From his constant defiling
I’ve made a million mistakes
So I don’t deserve any breaks
But all he does is take
Everything at stake
My life he shakes
To make me fake
Through the storm
He screams conform
Until my soul is torn
After I adorn
His demon horns
I adopted his impersonal sensation
So to avoid my temptations
I commit self immolation
For the hellish integration
Of society’s placation
But he keeps demanding more
He keeps demanding war
And me to be ******
Until I’m not sure
If I can be cured
Or even endure
When they obscure
The path of the pure
With their malice lure
The safety of sedating
Keeps me from hating
So life becomes waiting
Avoiding their blading
And incision trading
Which is why I’m delaying
And the conquistador is staying
I can’t wake up
After I ate up
The tryptophan
Cryptogram
Sold to man
Turning ******
On the lamb
From the sham
Of Uncle Sam
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Tryptophan Dreams after Thanksgiving Dinner
(channeling our inner Dorothy Parker)
Sleepy now, from excess of meat and cup
But unlike the poor turkey, we will wake up!
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Do I capitalize the g in God?
I guess my answer is self evident
I don't think I need to dot my i's
To receive God's love
But he also wants me to mind my p's and q's
So I can know His word
And understand His scripture
But society's an encryptor
Feeding me tryptophan
Until this cryptogram
Leaves me ******
By turning the Bible into a crossword puzzle
My only chance to prosper is muddled
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC