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Star BG Dec 2018
I shall mend my heart
by stitching with licorice-like thread.
Dreaming and hoping
a dear one will come
to savor my treat of inner self
and heal my lost love.
Inspired by Bea Autumn  Thank You. She is a gifted poet.
Bullet Nov 2018
The twist n' turns in life
The different faces
The different places
Twirling through my windows soul

Throw curse words towards
Catching spell binds judgement holding
Carrying about life's inconsistencies  
These Sweethearts are **** I need love in the heart

Spit out the taste let the liquor create
I'm falling for these licorices
Settling down these red twines
Now these red ropes have a chock hold

Tripping me with ropes
Treats me with the truth
Attached too the same tactics
Appoint me to the board
Hanged up but nothing to be framed

Innocences tends to break away
From this medicine
Twizzlers supposed to be red
Truth spills about the licorice

The red rope planted as green
But blooms to blacken
Bittersweet let this be
The glass broken
Eyes seeing love be taken

But I have it growing
Life's lessons be tweaking
Faera Jun 2018
They always sing about
The kinds of eyes they drown in
But you
And your candy cane smile
Licorice lashes and tearstained cheeks
You never seemed an ocean to me
Behind your every shadow stood your fire
Of a volcano
No, not the kind
That erupts and destroys
But the dormancy and the promise
Of destruction, instead
As sweet as
All our hidden lies
Lizzie Nov 2017
Disconnected is black blurred into white
making grey;
He smells like black licorice coffee,
And tastes like an old piece of candy corn,
Forgotten... Left to go bad... Unwanted...
His mother is as light as the sun on a warm summers day;
His father is as dark as the moon on a solar eclipse...
His best friend is like summer rain,
blurring everything around...
He carries black spotted white roses in his pocket,
faded blue converse on his feet, his toe sticking out the end...
His hair, jet-black hangs past his ears and falls into his eyes
like tangled ropes...
He eats dispaire for breakfast and forgotten dreams for dessert...
Disconnected loves lost and broken people...
His dream is to dance in the night away from the light and out of sight...
He moves stealthy like a wolf;
Watching... Waiting... For his next victim...
I wrote this while I was in the hospital going on my third week.
Sethnicity May 2015
She is My cream nicotine
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Whoever said love was easy…

Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right,
Because no man or lady can ever Subtract
Once their hue has mixed it can never go back.
2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.

And why would you?
The dregs are bitter,
The milk too sweet.
If you water it down then
All flavor retreats

Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet,
Cream never asks coffee
On how it should mix
Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice
Through imperfection comes the lesson
Learned perception with each sip

The air red dried truth
Words stuck to the lips
Tasters Digest the last drink drips
Yet I question why I am so subject
to infusion
Her meaningful quips
Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

Still I question why I am so subject
to the infusion of Her
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear

Let's Cheers Another Grip
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
Lactose Licorice
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair
Final Stanza redacted for more of a cream and grit flavor: "While
My **** and Meatballs Crow in the Cupboard."
Asher Sep 2016
my name is bitter on your lips.
i know because i can see the way
your eyes flash, your lips curl.
i am not sweet licorice anymore.

but that is strange, because i was
never sweet. you just bit into my
center. i am the darkness in the
light. do not look into my eyes
and dare tell me what is wrong
or what is right.

you however, oh, you were always
sweet. bitter as the shell but soft
on the inside. you, oh, you were
the light inside the darkness.

i enjoyed swirling your blood on
my tongue, coating my sense of
taste in nothing else but you, sweet.
but i bit my tongue and you stung.

oh, how you stung.
and i finally knew
what it was like
to love someone
like me, as someone
such as you.

because darkness can only exist with the absence of light.
and i never needed you to complete me.

— The End —