Wind blows on this side
Close my eyes and turn to hide Now it's you I find
It's a Haiku isn't it?
I like sweets; they're loved by all,
Sold in shiny wrappers; around the world, Hard, soft, brittle bendy, they satisfy the mouth comprendy? But they rot the teeth, and stick to your jumper, Oh to be an umpa lumpa!
I hear it
Again and again I do not “function“ Like the rest Every day Is a battle Will I hurt? Will I move? Nonetheless, I have to function Even when I can‘t I eat pills For breakfast Like greed personified I swallow them - I do not chew. I eat pills like candy but how can I help it? My body is aching My muscles are trembling Is this addiction Or is this dependence How am I different From someone who cant Live without drugs Because it causes them pain When I eat my candies To dull my agony I eat pills like candy I must be a sweet tooth Yet I don‘t enjoy it But others believe that I have to
Candy floss sweet pink
The vendor skilled at the job Years of happiness
Tastes like childhood laughter
and sunlight smiles Reminds me of times better, now bitter. Tastes like words of wisdom dropped lightly, taken lightly now I try my best to savor them. Tastes like happiness and something melancholy now. Reminds me of all I took for granted, tastes like sugar.
Here come the confectionary clouds
Packed like powdered sugar And They Drizzle All Over Her Hankering Hungry Heart Little quicksilver has A bit of a sweet tooth And grubby hands well into A box of Quality Street
i have discovered
after 16 years of life i have been missing out on the flavor orange. i dont really like the color but like, orange tic tacs? they vibe.
????theyre so good what the ****????
candy is sweet, most of it anyway.
some salted like cara mel, some spicy like cin na mon, my favorite is bit ter chocolate. what does that say about me?
a bit mascohistic when to comes to bitter chocolate.
she's really nice
and very pretty ~ she does my eyeliner for me she has pockets full of strawberry sugar and candy colored hair ~ she likes music and art and maybe even me ~ she's like bubble gum and a ****** nose (if that makes any sense at all) ~ she doesn't care that i'm too tall too skinny too much ~ she's just... nice to me for no reason ~ huh.
maybe we can be friends
This quiet office determines my future.
The four walls are dull and dim. The plastic chairs are rough. The temperature is chilling. The air is thick and suffocating with tension. Nerves and emotions race around the room. They shove me with every pass they make. They mock me with their crude words. I can feel your tight grip on my arm. My knuckles are turning white. My muscles are tight. My back is stiff and straight. You tell me to relax. You tell me to let you do the talking, because you know best. You are the mother after all. A faint muffled knock cuts through the room. It interrupts our war zone. A cheerful man comes bounding into the office. I can see the joy dancing in his eyes. He greets you warmly. He reminisces over fond memories of you, before there was me. He trusts your judgment, and believes your lies. You have him wrapped around your finger. You are now the puppetir and he is your puppet. I can feel the happiness radiating off you. You have gotten your way. Fear builds inside me. It pounds on the walls to be let out. I plead him with my eyes. I beg him to see the truth that is hidden within. I know I cannot speak out. This would just cause more trouble in the end. You have convinced him that I am just shy. He has been lead to believe that I agree with you. He does not hesitate to give you the posion that will **** me. He gave you the dose that you requested. He believed you when you said that it need to be higher. You fail to inform him that this medication causes me to be ill. He does not know of the coma state that this medication puts me in. There is no talk of how this drug causes me to lose my vision. Why would you inform him. You have your legal way to end me. The end of me will not be blamed on you. It will not tarnish your good name. After all, you were just following doctor's orders.