#licorice
People gag, they pinch their nose,
"It tastes like sorrow!" — sure, I suppose.
Yet here I stand, a licorice freak,
Eating the candy that whispers bleak.
It slithers in darkness, a snake made of sweet,
A villain's dessert, deceit in a treat.
While others seek sugar that's sunshine and bright,
I'm licking the shadow that conquers the light.
You all want chocolate, soft and sweet,
I crave despair that I can eat.
While your treats sparkle, pink and tame,
Mine hisses softly, calling my name.
Hand me a rope of that inky delight,
My soul's snack of choice, pure gothic bite.
The blacker, the spongier, the more I consume,
Like candy dredged fresh from a villain's tomb.
Salty, squishy, midnight chew,
Each bite corrupts my soul anew.
The edible evil, dark and slick;
My darling sin, my favorite trick.
"It's gross!" you cry. Oh, bless your heart.
Weak taste buds fear tasty art.
Give me that brine, that tar-black kiss,
I'll dine with demons over this bliss.
It's rubber and bitter, and gloriously vile,
One chewy strand makes cynics compile
Lists of desserts they'd rather endure,
But me? I'm devoted, deliciously impure.
Your candies flirt; mine plots a bloodshed.
You crave delight, I crave the dread.
Licorice laughs, a spiteful bite,
My candy crush, the taste of night.
So mock if you wish, o bland brigade,
My tongue's found delight in darkness displayed.
Let sugar saints keep heaven's gate:
I'll dine with the devil; edible hate.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
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.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
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
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
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...
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
She is My cream nicotine
The
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Juxtapose
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
The
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
Dips
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear
Let's Cheers Another Grip
of
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
and
Lactose Licorice
So
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
and
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
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.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC