#candy
my love is like the hardest level
of candy crush.
you will never reach it
but for some,
it's worth the rush.
too much to handle,
too high to touch.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
Since, as you know, a kiss is best when shared with someone else,
And since you know a single kiss is not as good as two,
Let's make a deal we both can love like chocolate loves to melt:
For every kiss you give to me, I'll give a kiss to you.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Dipped in milk
Or eaten plain
Chocolate like silk
Cookies&Cream;
Peanut butter
****** Butter
Oreo's
Who to blame
Sneaking in the night
Only for a bite
Sweet and touchy
Creamy and crunchy
Let the sugar rush come
Oh, now hand me a tum
Upset tummy
My nose is runny
What's this i hear?
I can't take sweets as I please?
Oh, come on...
You can't blame the cookies!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
You know you've got a problem
When candy is more than dandy—
When all you want is sugar,
And start trading teeth for candy.
O.O
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Candy can be sweet,
lemons can be bitter.
Life gives us lemons,
but candy would be better.
Still..what do we make?
How smart we can be.
We know we can do it,
still we want candy.
A treat so sweet,
so simple and neat!
Tell me friend, not of how it taste,
but if you had candy,
what sharing joy would you make?
Something so good,
so sweet,
others could take?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
*sweet sugar
hits your tongue,
just as same as
it did when
your sweet, candy
lips touched mine.*
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
You're sweet like cotton
candy
I love the way you melt in my
mouth.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Christmas
That time of the year,
The only holiday,
Where we sit in front of dead trees,
and eat candy from the socks,
because christmas without, christmas things isnt the same thing.
-d.a
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
You sugar-coat our future
With a cotton-candy kiss;
A sweet slip of tongue,
A chocolate press of lips
Your eyes yield a bittersweet gleam,
Your hair, tangled with icing grease,
But things are never what they seem,
Everything must go, all things must cease
My dear, your love is sweeter than all things sweet,
Your touch softer than all things soft,
I feel high on sugar when our lips meet,
But to a sugar low we are opt.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Is a sucker for love
don’t lick me dry
Lover of drugs
Come get me high
Dancer for romance
Swing my way
Feeling blue
Come brighten my day
once in your mouth
Enjoy me slow
Remember this taste
Before you go
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Stuffed,
Grains of sugar fall to the ground.
Mutilated flesh covered in corn syrup
Wait till it dries, scrumptious.
Blood, red as cherry liquourice
Seeps from open wounds.
Body perforated at the
Arms
Legs
Head
Ready for dis-assemblage.
Save for later
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
I wish my love is your first breath
of crisp, fresh air;
the first glimmer of sunlight,
lining the horizons of dawn,
as the lights of the Ferris wheel burn out;
your lips stained with nostalgia,
kissed with the cherry tint of candy floss;
the smell of clean fabric against your skin--
I wish I am--
fragranced with the scent of popcorn--
after the carnival.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Out of sight out of mind,
A saying that seems to be underrated,
Thought mostly about objects of disgust or stress,
And since I've objected to being anything more than an object,
This categories fits my life,
Even when acting like a faulty car part; the check engine light remains being of little concern,
"I'll just drive till it dies"
It's just the cost isn't worth it,
with all the time we spend in it,
Eventually the light turns off,
No rhyme or reason just the decision to love unconditionally...
Or the
The car dies used
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
it's all a buzz inside me
cotton fluffed between my ears
and ceaseless crickets droning,
like a tuning fork that never ends
but always holds the pitch
of time and undivided space.
an empty shell peering out at life
stuffed with eternal noises
of neurons crackling.
where's the fun in cotton candy
when it's stuffed inside my head?
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
He wants a sugar spun girl-
no lemon ***** no licorice, no peppermint.
Hard rock candy.
You gotta be sweet for him to crave you.
Sweet on the tongue, sweet on the eyes
in a package easy to tear, pop, unfold.
He likes it dayglo and with sprinkles,
marshmallow soft,
moldable and meltable ,
milk chocolate, white chocolate.
He shies away from bitterness.
Don't you dare fill him up.
He has a real meal waiting,
somewhere else, later.
Your job is
to be consumed.
What you need doesn't matter.
He wants candy, girl, not a meal.
Better sugar coat it,
or he won’t buy you
and you want to be bought,
don't you?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Before I knew it I ate half the bag.
Fifty pounds deliciously resting the bottom of my stomach.
I regret nothing.
Weighing my stomach with my hands.
I tried to save some.
Each piece more than the last.
Resting on the coffee table of her heart.
I didn't expect to eat as much as I did.
A decision made in haste,
I smiled.
Easily reaching into my own bag.
Replacing what I ate with that of my own.
Her pieces taste far better than mine.
Knowing that they belonged to her.
My heart rejoiced in knowing this.
My taste buds on the other hand longed for more.
Savoring the taste.
Ready to reach again.
Her heart, the sweetest candy I know
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
I love you to pieces.
All of you being my favorite.
After a long day, I look forward to seeing you.
Being around you.
I constantly loose myself in your eyes.
Every moment with you a blessing.
Whether it's early in the morning
Or late at night.
I love every moment.
My chocolate peanut butter craving starts and ends with you.
I can't help but smile.
Thankful that your not wrapped in tin foil.
A moment of trust easily accessible.
By far the greatest gift I could ever receive.
I accept all of you.
Delectable pieces poured into my hands.
Sensually sharing hidden parts of ourselves.
Every inch uncovered beneath coated chocolate.
Creamy peanut butter.
Soon melted away by tastes desire.
It's practical to see why I have to call in sick.
Spending all my time with you.
Your taste still on my lips.
Stomach still aching.
My chocolate peanut butter craving.
Thank you for being you
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
I am so disappointed...disappointed in love.
It had unlocked so many closed doors and exposed my eyes to beautiful sights.
It had my heart pounding out of excitement and my tummy in knots.
I would close my eyes and feel the warmth of your hug engulf me in its ecstasy...
Ecstasy defined as "a state of being carried away by an overwhelming emotion".
It felt like I was swept away...lifted off the ground and hung up to soak up this Love.
I had no reservations...since this love showed me sights I never knew existed.
It had my highest level of thought twisted in gold rims and candy floss...lost in the fairytale that always ends happily.
Love. Love. Love.
Words formed little bubbles of thrill all around my imagination.
Cushioning any doubt I might have. It smoothed the rough edges and made the difficult seem easy.
It had me looking forward to a life with you.
Looking forward to the fights and smiles, the laughter and cries.
I used to tell you your laughter brings so much joy to my heart...
Love. I have so many things to tell you. I have so much I want to share with you.
I am upset, disappointed...yet I am excited and I still love you, love.
When you came along I belonged to the fragile kind, the dreamy kind, those that believed in the impossible.
My heart got strengthened with each day, my poems building my broken soul.
I can still see you, every second blink has your wonderful face floating by.
I blink harder to try and remove any trace of you...
Love. Feels like you tore out my heart and smashed it against a high concrete wall.
You wore your biggest boot and kicked me in the guts, making me question if I truly deserve you.
Love. It had me writing endlessly about the golden embroidery you were adding to my tapestry.
Tapestry that details the path of my life...you my Love have been added onto my tapestry. Like it or not.
You are there, blending in with the adventures of my life.
I will remember you, forever think about you...Love, You will settle in the depths of my being.
Stacked under the "Lost and never found".
Time to move....
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I am as bitter as pure cocoa
As sour as a warhead
More layered than a jawbreaker,
To protect myself from someones
sweet tooth.
But I hope one day,
Someone sees that I am actually
Sweeter than taffy,
More vulnerable than cotton candy,
And more delightful than Turkish delights.
I hope to fulfill someone's cravings.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
There once lived a boy young of age,
Candy he loved so much his teeth had caves.
Not one or two could satisfy his urge,
Tonnes could go down his tiny throat.
This one time to the market he went,
His mother holding him firm in the grasp of her hand.
Seeing him sad she saw him standing then,
"Go get some candy" she said putting two pennies in his arm band.
Off he ran to in search of candy prime,
His eyes moving vigorously from left to right in search of the candy store.
Then he saw it, that glorious gleaming colourful shop,
His one and final destination, his stop.
It was small yet filled with people from all over the city,
Every one, young and old wanted a piece of candy.
The little kid pushed and pulled with all his might,
A piece of candy he craved like the elders craved shandy.
The din and crowd couldn't lower his spirit,
His eyes set on this sugary treat, his favourite.
But till the time he could get to the counter,
The last treat the man in front bought for his little daughter.
The kid got all teary eyed and walked out of the store,
Standing outside he watched all the other kids happily walk out of the door,
Drops started falling to the ground,
The girl from inside watched him all along as he cried and frowned.
The little kid's world had fallen apart for a minute,
Till this cute brown eyed girl decided to do something about it,
She went up to him and asked him if he wanted some?
All she wanted was for him not to be so sore.
The teary eyed kid looked up with a smile,
He nodded in cheer as he wiped his tears.
A huge bit of candy he took as he reached for his arm band.
Searching for the two pennies to repay the little girl.
To his dismay only to realize,
The money had fallen down somewhere in the struggle.
Gulping down saliva he dared to let her know the truth,
"I have no money to give you", he said.
"Its ok", said she with a beaming smile,
The boy nevertheless decided to give her his favourite arm band.
That day those little kids exchanged more than just candy and a piece of cloth,
They exchanged smiles, kindness and pieces of their heart.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC
Standing underneath a Billion Stars,
I looked down at the Roaring Sea.
Something jumped out of the Water,
I wondered What it could Be.
I leaned Myself a bit further
and tried to figure things Out.
A Mermaid caught My Eyes
and I had no time to Shout.
I thought I ought to save Her,
from the 'Sharks' there out at Sea.
Then I changed My Mind,
as Her Beauty enchanted Me.
I waved out, My Hands to Her
and that brought, out Her Smile.
She said to Me, "Let's go Diving,
so U can Romance Me for a While".
With a Splash, I was in the Water.
Holding on, to My new found Love.
She was a Soft as Cotton Candy
and murmured like a Snow White Dove.
At times I've Romanced in Sunshine,
At times I Held Hands in the Bitter Cold.
Today I was at Nature's end Swimming,
With a Mermaid and Her Heart of Gold.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 9:37 AM UTC
suddenly I'm able to see
everything. too much.
its all there. right
in front of me
everything is
elucidated
I just wish someone would
come back, and fog up these windows
I use for eyes and maybe
put back some of that
sweet mystery
into the world
I wish I was back in that
candy shop. When my only worriers
were the cavities that Dr. Patanaud
would discover
hiding in the dark crevices of
my mouth
But now, along with those cavities
in the deep and infinite caves
of my whole are secrets
that hurt more than cavities
that I wish my dentist could
fill. but he cannot
and so now, here
I am. with a
sore mouth. and sore
eyes. and sore
ears. sitting at the only
lit table in a romantically dark
room
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Excitement
(stressed parents)
Endless fun to have
(bickering couples)
Days of joy and laughter
(screaming children)
It's the happiest place on earth
(you'll slowly miss being home)
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC