Poems by PastaNazi
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My mouth is stuffed full
with a cat fur smile,
point-oh-two-seven-three
long sighs wide.
I watch honor
bat at pride
like a mouse on a kitchen floor
limitless in size.
Honor losing face
through a space
under an oven.
Built to vent
potential threat,
and give a pipe
something to blow?
Now make it two cats.
Does the mouse have a chance?
Can they know how hungry they'll still be when it's gone?
How content they might be had it never ever come?0 -
i thought,
i had something to say,
all that comes out is,
meow.0 -
A bump for Pasta.0
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the oddest shade of deepest blue wraps around, a new hue... a new you... my darling mirrored mist of smoke and fire whose mother never calls on birthdays... all these years so stand-alone, so tall, a support unhitched, do not look back... a blind spot, a choked esteem
a gasp
my mouth a gap
through punctured lung
ice-pick hands
my heart filled with blood0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
the oddest shade of deepest blue wraps around, a new hue... a new you... my darling mirrored mist of smoke and fire whose mother never calls on birthdays... all these years so stand-alone, so tall, a support unhitched, do not look back... a blind spot, a choked esteem
a gasp
my mouth a gap
through punctured lung
ice-pick hands
my heart filled with blood0 -
morning ripple
my pancakes need syrup
you know where to get some good stuff?0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
morning ripple
my pancakes need syrup
you know where to get some good stuff?
how do you do mrs. butterworth,
how do you do today?Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
morning ripple
my pancakes need syrup
you know where to get some good stuff?
And a huge good morning to you Pasta!
OXO
r.e.0 -
mrs. butterworth smiles, sorta
gotta pack up things that aren't mine
and don't belong here anymore
bitter bitter
not so sweet
'tis the way in these things, i suppose
(hugs to you, too, r.e.)0 -
Wonderful!
These are good enough for a bump.0 -
I suppose I have
a Hard Time Dying
Wringing hands
In empty rooms
Once filled To the gills
With “friends” dripping sucrose “I love you’s”
All Day Long.
I’m allergic to aspartame
like I’m allergic to pain.
like I’m allergic to liars
dirty mirrors and
stingy lovers.
FUCK YOU
Enjoy your little room.
I’ll try to fall
in love
with mine.0 -
{{{{{Pasta Nazi}}}}}}
Ya know, for some reason the above poem reminded me of that movie, "Shirley Valentine" and how she'd talk to her walls! LOL! It was a cute flick.
:-*Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened???
:D:D
{{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}}0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened???:D
{{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}}LOL!
What do you expect! You ARE talking to me, after all!
It be like, tongue of Gene Simmons quality, baby!
Have a super duper weekend, babydoll!
ps. Nice to see you! *kisses with lotsa tongueage*Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol
of course i'm talking to YOU
can't literally tongue
might as well talk, eh?0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol
of course i'm talking to YOU
can't literally tongue
might as well talk, eh?
LMFAO!!!! EXACTLY!!!!
LOL!
Shoot, I gotta go home now but thanks for stopping by and having giggles!'Twas fun! I miss the old days (tenacious one) and the old crew, man did we ever have a gas there for awhile, huh? Ah well, "the times they are a changin'". This was short but very sweet, PN. It was really nice to fool around on here again with ya today.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Originally posted by PastaNazi
I suppose I have
a Hard Time Dying
Wringing hands
In empty rooms
Once filled To the gills
With “friends” dripping sucrose “I love you’s”
All Day Long.
I’m allergic to aspartame
like I’m allergic to pain.
like I’m allergic to liars
dirty mirrors and
stingy lovers.
FUCK YOU
Enjoy your little room.
I’ll try to fall
in love
with mine.
I love it PastaNazi!
You understand and can truly see.
love you
ripple effect0 -
Apricots Rained down last night
Glowing lightly tangerine
beneath my highly o’ersized tree
I waddle ‘round upon my knees
and turn the slug-fruit in my hand
to toss it in the plastic bag.
This tree, always over-ripe
and overbearing fruit not wanted
can’t be stopped
and wont be daunted
Single tracked its effort sway.
To give the children treats to eat
and give the children’s pink skin shade.0 -
I flicked cigarette butts off the edge of pain and he trailed them with his insight, thinking, "man, she's gotta quit that. She's gotta quit staring down the drain all the time. I mean, I know she's hip to vortices and gravities, genuities taken up, folded in half, and tucked under her soul's arm, right next door to where the ache turns joy into water salt taffy that sticks to her cheeks when she cries. Oh, it's sweet, alright. Such a transparent mess that can only been seen from a side."
"He isn't Just Some Guy," Miss Amelia's mother sighed. "He isn't Just Some Guy."0 -
An impression came…
four floating discs,
Meniscuses circling around the same plane
Connected at some invisible center
A lightly blue grain
To the edge
And the outward of each
Tripped my eye
While my mind fumbled
To understand
What it meant
Meanwhile my mouth
on the line with a man
twisted
fighting (as usual)
To understand
What I meant
When I said,
“I love you, that shit don’t change”
(Knowing full well that life sometimes lies.)
I’m not. But life does.
Like those guys.
Sometimes.
My apologies to everyone
that abandon the blue.
I’m an optimist
With pessimist
breath
Aren’t you?
So back to the mirage
Impressionist pane
Could four floating discs
Be dimensionally same?0
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