Mustard

Mustard

 

Can I have some on the side

and give me some honey.

Mix it with the vinegar

and the mustard seed.

Paste on your skin and

beam in the sunlight

We pretend we are the sun

and color ourselves with rays of gold.

Let’s get old and brown.

 

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Starving

Starving

 

Another one of my weird poems. I wrote this one without thinking about structure or anything. This morning I was going to get my fruit but found out that it all spoiled in a matter of a few day, mine was the only one that went bad, which was weird. So I made a story of a narrator based on that. I hope you enjoy it, I know its rusty! lol

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