Chocolates:

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She devours whole apples and more
To satisfy an increasing metabolic rate,
Cold and flowerless she shivers,
Big of belly and small of powered will.

For difficult granite and for soft valley,
Fast,
But grow big and big and tall,
And tell the people,
About your biology,
And about beauty,
That can show itself in the vast ironies of the world.

Rinse out resolve,
And static time,
To swell abdomens and such,
And drink down poor oaky wine,
To calm the organs out of touch.

Sometimes it doesn’t take salt,
Or grain,
Or concrete or mustard seeds,
To devour whole worlds, stars and old spirits,
To see the wood for the breeze.



P xoxoxoxo

Big trees that look like buildings :

I sat on the top deck,
Just tryin' a reach up for the sun
Disappearing over concrete tree trunks,
Taunting me by dancing on the roof
And spraying gold over the bright blue,

Oh let me wear my indie kid sung lassez!
Let the bus just float on light,
Let me walk on the top!
Take the metal off and tour the city like boats of inquisitives,

But sun don wanna love,
Sun wanna stay shade,
don wanna play....
Tired,
Gone to bed.




Pippa X.

Beautiful

I'm going to write a poem
About beautiful things.
I will use alliteration and a conventional rhyme scheme,
I will attempt obscurity and end with cliched metaphors about the softness of a flower petal.
Spiders' webs, silk, cotton.
Nature.
I want to touch forever.
God.
It even feels beautiful.

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- Trish