apple crisps

apple crisp poems.

[anapplecrisp]

Deeper than the ocean blue.

Even more obscured and out of view.

My secret desire born from fire.

An apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

His meows filled the room, hunger driven,

tail slapping against the floor;

in the sympathy of ‘guns guns gun’s.

I chewed my gum and softly quieted him

I begged for release. For he only shook his head,

softly and gently moved to his hind legs; and took my hand.

He leaned in, whispering. “I hunger for that apple crisp,”

[anapplecrisp]

Claws padding down the hallway

I see him coming, my little boy.

An apple crisp

[anapplecrisp]

The world is dark and blocked from view.

By my fringe hanging askew.

There is only one reason I haven’t abandoned my dreams.

My one true love.

An apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

Warriors, gods, goddesses.

That shant be over, Of the odds, and the promises.

After all is lost, after all is shattered as of a boulder.

It sat there, an apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

The darkness of all and sweet tedious death

A scream ripped from a mouth, of a past regret

Hands clawing, grasping and yearning for that thing,

That Thing that would save their life. For it was always here,

An apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

A juicy snack for every occasion

Especially if you are caucasian

The only way for it to appear

Is with tedious effort and a hot oven

An apple crisp

[anapplecrisp]

The lightest of eyes and bluest ones

His paws scattered across, extra thumbs

Mouth askew and screaming oh-so-softly

For he yearned for snack, just one

In his mouth, grasped in his tongue harshly

For there it sat, an apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

My fringe parted letting the sun show through

As if to announce “look what a beautiful world I found you.”

But then my angst and teen instincts kick in

Why should I care

It’s no apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

My hearts in darkness.

The devil prevails.

His dripping tendrils of shadows Hold me back.

From the best and only snack.

An apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

Apple pie, apple spice.

Any kind of apple would be nice.

But only one can help me heal.

For on the floor in blood I kneel.

The one thing to help me live.

An apple crisp.

[anapplecrisp]

My heart is shattered and on the floor.

My life in shambles and closing the door.

But I’m suddenly stunned by a guiding light.

An apple crisp in the night.

[anapplecrisp]

Cursed apple crisps in my hand

Crashing thimbles stall the band

For in the end the only way

Is for my new potato to save the day