Gluttony
God, I love to eat. To consume, to devour, whatever you call it. To eat is my true passion, my calling in life, so much so that my teeth grind together when I am not currently chewing on food as though they are practicing for the big moment.
My favorite foods? How much time do you have? There’s pizza with the cheese wet and dripping, donuts all stickiness and sugar, slurpy spaghetti crowned by tender meatballs, ice cream so cold and sweet your teeth ache, hamburgers so juicy they make your chin moist, cookies warm from the oven or frozen, doesn’t matter to me- I adore them all.
In case you haven’t noticed, my love of food, of eating food, is borderline obsessive. I am, in a way, a stalker of food. If I see a particularly plump pastry in a display, you bet I’m going to stare at it creepily, drooling all the while.
My family, my friends, they’ve all expressed their concerns, and I’ve heard them. Doesn’t mean I’ve listened to them, though. For you see, people will talk back to you, nag you, insult you, hurt you, but food knows when to shut its mouth. Food knows when to just let you enjoy.
Food has had been there for me since the beginning, and it will be there for me at the end at my very last meal. I don’t know if I can say the same about anyone or anything else.
Glitter Heart
You've taken my heart
Made it into art
Your glitter glows green
And purple and it's sheen
Shines golden and blue
And it might blind you
You put glitter in my heart instead of love
It's messy and shiny and hard to get rid of
But then, why would I want to?
It's just like you
I doused it in drink
Washed it in the sink
But the glitter's still there
I've enough to spare
But I'll let it stay
If you don't go away
Home
The place I call home
Is crumbling around my feet
Where do I go now?
Do I dare to stay?
Some say that we have no choice
But my mind's been made
I'll breathe in the ash
With my very last breath and
Let it bury me
I was born here
And my children were born here
Now it is our grave
We'll die, hands entwined,
Eyes towards a blood-red sky
Screams filling the air
We will die at home,
The place where we learned to live
Our burial ground
Let the others run
Our feet are firmly planted
We are not afraid
twentysomething
I wish life had a fast-forward button
I'd skip from this insecurity, this monotony, this passionless drudge
to the loving spouse, the golden children, the flourishing jet-set career
they say I'll miss this part
nostalgia whispers it in their ear and they shout it at me
"you're wrong" I shout loudest of all
"because I know I was unhappy as a child and I know I am unhappy now"
I wish that I could skip ahead to my favorite scene of life
but what if that scene
doesn't exist?
Silence Who?
I don't know Silence
Maybe she is in my head
Mingling with my friends
First there is Passion
And then Imagination
They're my favorites
Neuroses and Fear
I don't like them as much but
They seem to like me
My friends are chatty
Imagination rhymes, while
Fear and Passion shout
Neuroses predicts
The future- too bad she is
Not always correct
I don't know Silence
Perhaps she's in a corner
Waiting to be heard
Lady of The Opera
They all come to hear
Her miraculous belting
She hates when they leave
In her dressing room
Later that night, no one comes
To hear her sobbing
Her dear audience-
She feels she hasn't earned their
Thunderous applause
Once she used to dream
Of the life she now lives- turns
Out it's a nightmare
Her voice has gone hoarse
Will she be able to sing
As well the next night?
She can, and she does
The audience stands, cheers, claps
She holds in a tear