Poems by PastaNazi

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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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?
  • windedsailor
    windedsailor Posts: 98
    i thought,
    i had something to say,
    all that comes out is,
    meow.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    A bump for Pasta.

    :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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 blood
  • ripple effect
    ripple effect Posts: 87
    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 blood
    jesus love! I've missed you! welcome back :D
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    morning ripple
    my pancakes need syrup
    you know where to get some good stuff?
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    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 green
  • ripple effect
    ripple effect Posts: 87
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    morning ripple
    my pancakes need syrup
    you know where to get some good stuff?
    YES! I guess I've always taken the syrup thing for granted. It flows like water around me. YOu need some sent your way. Fresh from the tree it self.

    And a huge good morning to you Pasta!

    OXO
    r.e.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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.)
  • Buddy Hinton
    Buddy Hinton Posts: 7
    Wonderful!

    These are good enough for a bump.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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.
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    :D

    {{{{{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 Cohen
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened???


    :D:D:D





    {{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}}
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened???


    :D:D





    {{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}}

    :D LOL!

    What do you expect! You ARE talking to me, after all! :p

    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 Cohen
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol


    of course i'm talking to YOU :D
    can't literally tongue
    might as well talk, eh?
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol


    of course i'm talking to YOU :D
    can't literally tongue
    might as well talk, eh?

    LMFAO!!!! EXACTLY!!!!

    LOL! :D:D

    Shoot, I gotta go home now but thanks for stopping by and having giggles! :p '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 Cohen
  • ripple effect
    ripple effect Posts: 87
    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 effect
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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."
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    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?

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