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Array ( [sid] => 92624 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Symbolic Food [time] => 2005-04-28 19:46:26 [hometext] => a twisted poem bout how i couldnt eat cuz when i look at the food i remember sad things.......well , neway, plz comment lol [bodytext] => Open the fridge and look at the food.
There is nothing in there I could possibly consume
It is not because the cheese has grown mold on it's moldy self.
And it is not because the leftovers are sticking to the shelves.
It is because when I look at the fruit, meat or bread
reflections of times - my mind is fed.
I think of the time my aunt died.
There was food at the reception.
And now when I look at the provisions,
visions of provisions
at the mourning reception
flood back to my mind
and
suddenly, my appetite is hard to find.

~authors note : my aunt didn't really die. the sight of food was making me not have an appetite for a different reason, but for the point of the silly poem, my "aunt" is dead. lol ~

~Kortnie~ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Symbolic Food

Contributed by justme03 on Thursday, 28th April 2005 @ 07:46:26 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Open the fridge and look at the food.
There is nothing in there I could possibly consume
It is not because the cheese has grown mold on it's moldy self.
And it is not because the leftovers are sticking to the shelves.
It is because when I look at the fruit, meat or bread
reflections of times - my mind is fed.
I think of the time my aunt died.
There was food at the reception.
And now when I look at the provisions,
visions of provisions
at the mourning reception
flood back to my mind
and
suddenly, my appetite is hard to find.

~authors note : my aunt didn't really die. the sight of food was making me not have an appetite for a different reason, but for the point of the silly poem, my "aunt" is dead. lol ~

~Kortnie~

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Re: Symbolic Food (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 06:20:13 PM AEST
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As long as you dont lose your appetite often, youre good to go....good poem!
-Courtney
~XOXO~

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