candy
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Am I sweet?
I feel like you have the wrong notion
Im a sour bite with sparks beneath your eye lids as your mouth waters and your teeth slightly grind
My emotions are in Marvin's Room, love.
Soft like a dove and I hope you take care
I'm surely no Drake, but I think that's fair
Like the Bible, you're a gift from above
Hate sleeping alone but like to shove
Red and white striped in a shape of a wheel,
a wheel that can drive me craving for ones loving feels,
From the middle it is all pink dyed,
as though it can describe my deep hurt feelings from the inside,
Sticky sweet jolly rancher kisses
I realize that I´m going to miss this
We say our goodbyes and I pull away
But something really urged me to stay
Every rib in my chest breathes in for a smile
The enticing scent fills my nose,
The bright colors pique my interest.
Smells sweet, yet sour, and oddly addicting.
It fills me with energy as I laugh and jump.
I’m hastily pinning arteries to the insides of my off-brand cardigan,
I dress to be as pretty as she’d thought I’d be.
I fear that part of me that smiles when I talk to her.
I like green apple jolly ranchers, and I am different
I told them
I yearned for him to pick me out
To see me as separable
Identifiable
I did not enjoy the glorified blue raspberry
Hell no
(Or: how I learned that sweet things were the quickest way to my heart.)
Even the smallest gesture can contain so much meaning.
The yellow and orange candies have always been my favorite,
the only ones I've ever liked, actually.
So when I was sharing the sweet candies with my love,
I gave him the yellow and orange ones, naturally.
Halloween Halloween
What a site to be seen
Scary monsters everywhere
Leaving children in Despair
Trick or treat
Is their disguise
All the children
Most people say that it is bad for you
That it can cause bad teeth, obesity, and diabetes too.
We're space-candy mannequins,
just suckers for human sin.
Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world;
only sweet until it's gone
and you're left with that ache in the maw.
I'm a space-candy mannequin,
I want to roll the words from your mouth, around mine
A candy drop
To smooth my tongue over
Feel every swirl and indentation
Liquid caramel, so sweet
Unwrap each syllable with my lips
They call it unhealthy I used to disagreethat everything I used to do to mePut death right in my faceThey call it a disorder I can't say much moreEverything I used to hear was what tore
Candy is delightful, destructive, including soothing.
I relish Reese because,
I endure the peanut butter that is cradled in the chocolate.
It accumulates mass, however its great to lounge with.
Colorful cotton candy is grasped firmly in children’s hands.
And their parents watch as they go ‘round and ‘round.
Some may never have the chance to see these fun-filled lands
Candy is good, candy is yummy.
When I eat candy it goes to my tummy.
Some candy tastes sweet some candy tastes sour.
I’ve been sitting here eating my Halloween candy for an hour.
I bought a pack of chewing gum,
last Thursday at the store.
And when I tried to take a piece,
you fell out on the floor.
Its swirls were intriguing
Salvation meant his heart was beating
His taste buds protruded the gum from his mouth
And lifted themselves to curve:
A
Perfect
Sugar
Point
'Tis very dark in here,
in my papier-mâché prison.
No light yet to appear,
not even a glisten.
All alone in here,
in my confetti cage.
Wishing I could peer,
out into the new age.
