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Deja Vu
Do you get Deja Vu when I talk about you? Do your ears burn? Your heart hurt? Many of the greats have sang and sought to explain the emotional anomaly that is Deja Vu... comparing it to the pains of heartbreak & the ghosts that all live rent free in everything that reminds us of YOU. Who? Anyone whose impacted our psyche past the frontal lobe... deep into the Semantics, the logic, the invaded place where we begin to build a life that you fit into almost like its a matter of fact that you fell into me, meant to be.
Hayley MattoPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsFruit Roll-Ups
When this tasty snack calls my name I gotta show up. I eat a million and one of them before I start to throw up. That might not happen. Worse case? I just blow up.
Joe PattersonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsI Give You The World
We fell headlong into the void, tumbling, laughing, overwhelmed by the dizzying array. You were there to catch my fall, and I was quick to hold your hand.
Christy MunsonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsPotato Sticks
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
Joe PattersonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsFairy Bread
Tiny rainbow specks, Sprinkled like fairy dust, On a buttered slice of white bread, The simpliest of snacks, We were once fed,
Rilee AreyPublished about 6 hours ago in Poetsstay away, all of you
stay away all of you with all the things i cannot bear your excruciating care and your silence like i need you not to say a word
angela hepworthPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsOde to the Quesadilla
Quesadilla, oh tortilla warm totilla home of melted cheese and happy fillah! How the cheese stretches out into infinity as you halve the quesadilla,
Sandra Tena ColePublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsRed tomato
bologna, dill pickle chip, mustard that was the sandwich almost everyday except when my father had a poker party the night before and
Bonnie SchubertPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsSlush Puppies Reflection
“Is your tongue blue or green?” The kids in my neighborhood would scream. It often looked like mush. I shared one with my first crush.
C. H. RichardPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsChildhood Snacks
Coming home as afternoon time is here! The cabinets are empty as I feared. After search high then low. I am finding nothing there to see.
when it had ended
When it had ended, you finally awoke. Had there not been sirens? Had there not been smoke? When it was over, I saw you stand still.
Christy MunsonPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsThe Perfect End
Today my spumoni tastes a little salty At first it was sweet The creamy chocolate married divinely With the fruity cherry
A. J. SchoenfeldPublished about 7 hours ago in Poets