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And the seeds,
you remember don't you?
They are embedded in the fleshy pulp.

With my index finger
I follow
every fragrant glimpse.

Such intense
and flavorful
memory trails to wonder.

Carum carvi
and Jalapeño sauce
straight from a
hot No.10 skillet.
Blood Orange slices
have not ever tasted
quite like that.
Gardenia blossoms,
they’re not poisonous
are they?

Pause.

Despite the map we charted
I find myself so easily lost
amidst a transcendent,
pervasive flora,

fascinated and breathless.

Really,
makes no difference
if or even where
we placed that letter X.
(c) 2010 Jess Marie Walker. All rights reserved.
kyle Shirley Mar 2017
Iv come to conclusions,
1. She won't ever want me the same way I want her

2. If that's the case I'm wasting my time.

No out come that iv thought of has yet to bring you closer tof me. No matter what I do.

Iv never been one to give up especially since

Your the reason why I can't wait for tomorrow.
James R Jun 2018
Can  the      tho ugt
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The  ide       als sit
For  all         toh ear
Yet  sim       ply die

Ise  eit         now how
you  exp    ose and
cry  ing      out  sti
fle  tha       twh ich
cou  ld1     day fly

Ifo  nly      you had
not  bee    ngi ven
suc  hch    anc eto
inf  ect      mym ind

Tra  gic      ast tra
ffi  cfi         lls the
air  bli       ndo pen
you  ree    yes tof
ind  thi      sto bet
Rue.
A fragmented poem inspired by a long journey.
James R Jul 2019
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Won lords ashored off moor tym of-wight
Whyl bmumblgnig Johnny doze nye their crawe or bytte
yet hear wieR fayssd whit hist fay tof pear
Demmos in crass faw teesh grate cites off gare

Look away. Stay silent. Ignore if you must.
Just remember the li(n)e in people we trust.
A poem about democracy.
Tofunmi Aug 25
The day you take your life, do you wake up like it's any other day? Are you happy or excited? Or are you hoping you’ll find something that’ll make you want to stay? The day you take your life, do you brush your teeth extra clean or wash yourself more carefully to make sure you’re pristine? Do you pick the special outfit your mother got you when you were small? Or do you disregard every morning routine in the hours leading up to the fall?

The day you take your life, do you say goodbye to your family one last time? Do you become sad when you hear them chime “Don’t stay out too late!”? Do you go see that best friends you’ve had since kindergarten? The one you haven’t seen since that dreadful day in the garden? Or do you leave everyone to their devices, thinking that they won’t wonder where you are at all in the hours leading up to the fall?

The day you take your life, will you cry? Or will you be relieved you’re finally leaving this life of failed tries? Will you feel dread as you walk closer to the looming bridge that suddenly looks larger? Will you be scared,will all the feelings you hid start to gather?
The day you take your life as you stand at the edge of the bridge, do you hesitate before stepping off it? Do you scream? Do you regret it at all? Do you wish you’d rethought you’re decision in the hours leading up to the fall?


-By Tof encouraged by Kori Jane and Hayley Grace

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