Writing love, life, food, tears, amusement

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Incorporating a great number of aspects of my life, surprisingly enough, food is not one of them. My bout of anorexia, my life as a cadet, my tears of blood, the struggle to rhyme, my love of Dr. Seuss, my insane streak, my mind and its depths, my love for Harlequin, my ability to eat just about anything but my hate for food itself, the time I tried to blind myself with a shard of glass because I was sick at how large the sky was, my year of travel, to name but a few of my life moments... I love the way this poem captures them all. I know I wrote it, but I don't remember writing it...
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The sky is a bowl of salad,
but I am not a tree
and crispy leaves of lettuce
two eight one nine three.

I never would have counted
and letting red rains fall
but without my bowl of salad,
I couldn't have at all.

The trifle covers me in jelly
but I am not scared,
I stand upon a peanut
there's no such word as plaired.

There is nothing here but dressing
and as I'm trained to fight,
I slip on sliced tomato
and then begin to write.

I write about the plethora,
and I write about the knife.
I write about the capsicum,
and I write about it's flute. Wait...

I write and still it makes no sense,
even though it's plain to see,
that the only person who could work it out
is no one else but me.

Love and sky and salad leaves,
dancing mexican suns,
frosted beetroot cabbage spoon
and toasted cinnamon buns.

Food, I realise, with no surprise
is nothing at all like my feelings,
Nor like the sky, for that matter,
but more like butter peelings.

Butter peelings melting on steamed corn
and rich and creamy pasta,
birthday cakes of chocolate ganache
dusted with suger, caster.

Flaming curries, watery stews,
a million types of spices,
A bigger pie, a flatter bread,
steamed and mapled rices.

The army does not offer this,
and neither does my boyfriend -
they give me everything else though,
and make me realise that I really don't need good food after all.

Or the sky.
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[Sui Generis]

Wow I like it...ALOT. You can tell its influenced by Dr. Suess and it hides a more depressive message, even though it sounds merry at times. I really like it! Great work!