"jawbreaker" poems
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
can we just watch the 3 stooges for the rest of our lives or at least the rest of tonight and just forget about all the ****** things that have been happening? can you sleep over next weekend and i can make you breakfast in the morning and you won’t complain about my morning breath of coffee and cigarettes? and we could totally forget about all this bullshit.. i don’t care anymore. i’m 21 and i still want a jawbreaker tattoo. i don’t even know how long they’ve been broken up for. yeah jets to brazil are ******* rad but nothing will ever compare to 24 hour revenge therapy. you like the simpsons? i love the simpsons. just stay tonight. please just stay forever.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
My peach yogurt tastes like your skin
in the morning when you used to stay
at my apartment, the leftover sweat
of a night spent loving each other,
and the sun slipping through my *****
blinds, while I'm eating my breakfast
at my desk checking emails, always peeking
over at you, bare-chested, snoring
through the sound of my fan and my music
turned down extra low.
It's five months later and my peach yogurt
tastes strangely like that iced tea
I had instead of liquor on the night my friends
threw a party in my living room, us
sneaking off to my bedroom just to kiss
ourselves through another evening
we'd rather spend in our underwear watching
a movie over smiling in group pictures
or dancing to cheap country music.
It's so much later and my yogurt
still tastes a little bitter, a little sour
on my tongue as I try to swallow
a breakup that's bigger than a jawbreaker.
It still kind of tastes like the bottom
of my sink as I put my dishes in it
just to wake you up, watch you
get dressed in a pair grey sweatpants,
sticky hair that I'd comb through.
It's far too late for me to think about
your hand in mine as we'd walk
as far as we could before we'd have to separate.
It's far too late and far too many people
have intercepted your memories and turned
them into something new to smile about,
but today I pulled the lid off the container
and licked the silver side clean
just to be reminded of how sweet
things like you used to taste.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
All my friends they smoke this things
And handed me a Chesterfield King- Jawbreaker from Bivouac
Lyrics I tried to memorize
with my friends, while *******
on the syrup crusted
mouths of glass coke bottles.
Singing loud and off key.
On the side of a Ralphs in the stagnant summer swelter.
The soundtrack song when being a punk skater
was a profitable venture,
and landing a kick flip was an achievable
wet dream.
When we could play Lane’s boom box
just loud enough to drown out the whimpering
from our sprained ankles
and scraped up knees
that left the sidewalks on Foothill blvd. so ******
The music we were hearing now,
was way beyond Sunday school.
It was the sound of the sixth period bell,
and rushing to Jeff’s backyard
to smoke his dads cigarettes.
As we got older
We tried to quit the smokes
and forget the lyrics. But sometimes
we’d still proposition people
on the side of that Ralphs
to buy us cigarettes.
When we succeeded
We’d sing that old song coughing, hissing, and wheezing.
-Kevin Theal
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Russian stacking dolls.
I layer like a jawbreaker
Folding one face
over the other.
My hello, smile, freeze frame.
Molten sugar shaped into points and curves
for eyelashes and lips.
In the days, flourescent and white
I lead, I direct, I juggle
Night spent, curled in the orange glow
bracing against the pain of
distance, wiping childhood away,
being the proverbial 'strong'
picturing your eyes
and mouth, both of us
mimes and mirrors for the other.
Conflict- do I open a portal
to the distance,
and
nod to our promise and hug you
with my heart
or fixate it on it, decline
and hold the refusal
in my mind, whispering into the pillow
consoling the dodge of not
trying to lie about salty cheeks.
'balance on the wet stones,
continue your creation.
You made this construct,
and you know the way through.'
-this is my feverish mantra.
But...
In this dimension I fracture my soul
to live forever, only to get through today,
this year
this week...
while we are on opposite ends of this
fearsome Bridge.
And when the lace comes, the celebration
the toast, I ready myself to take our bright flare
the kiss, and our promise, back with me to my painful, green cave.
and hold it in the dark, cover it, too
in salt.
and pray with every bone and fiber for
the place where our timeline can
converge.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
A memory can be sweet as candy
Like a jawbreaker
It has many layers
With time
And patience
It will flake away
One
By
One
Each detail lost
Each color faded
Until you are left with the core
The heart of the story
Why you remember it
As you bite down
You remember it
It all comes flooding back
It releases the sweet memory
Across your tongue
Then you do what we all do in the face of candy
smile
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
**in this age of modern wonders
a new outflow of ideas thunders
and lo and behold before too long
we assume new names willy-nilly:
@david and so on and so forth
a name for my facebook timeline
where i tag such strange people as
motherless, yesterdaychild, rude,
sweetness, jawbreaker and so on
i have other names in numerical form
my mobile number, my atm card number,
passport, national identity card, social security
and medaid number; and when i pass on
i shall be an anonymous number on a grave
no-one will remember me or any of my antics
and i shall dissipate in the profusion of identities**
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
A poem is like a giant jawbreaker.
It has layers which are revealed with time.
Each layer revealing a new color and flavor.
No two are exactly alike.
Every single one has something new to offer.
A new pattern of colors and flavors, or words.
All artistically aligned.
For everyone to enjoy.
Practically endless.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
A human jawbreaker
With a layer for every occasion
And a center just for you.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
i hope your happiness grows sweeter and sweeter
and each layer of dulcet pleasure wraps around
your heart like some great red lozenge.
i hope your happiness grows hard in your chest
like a too-sweet lump
with a liquidy sour center
i hope your happiness tastes like my mouth
and my bile
and my love for you powdering your lips.
i hope your happiness grows like a tumor
and your skin shrivels around it
while you wither in late summer heat.
i hope you cant sleep at night
and your heart slathered in happiness
draws every hungry bug.
i hope you have it removed,
that jawbreaker you call an *****
and i hope you choke on it
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
With jawbreaker eyes
and a rot-you smile,
they wash you again.
Dissolved, in solution, rinsed
around the glass of a warm beaker.
"Get cooking," his voice comes through
the pleasant taste of a grin.
It won't stop. You will react.
Judgment has no weight
against the pace of a smiling god.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
As Nature's finest gold is green,
'Till hindsight glows, truth stays unseen
Shrouded in some candied lie
Delicious then, now noxious sigh
Smoothly first slid past the tongue
Spread to stomach, swiftly stung
(W)retch! the twitching soon subsidies
Nothing new, now minus pride
Ponder trust, and life inspect
Enlightenment through retrospect
01.28.98
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Black and green scale segments
My coat of arms
I twisted around sage brush for 30 years
I had predators
and potential nests
Always
Foregoing eggs
Alone but capable of swallowing the world
Moving through long narrow casing
Like a jawbreaker swallowed by an ostrich
Then I met you
.Ecdysis.
I shed thin snow skin
A layer of suffering slowly flaking off of me
A new dermis of
a love I have never known
Affection I've never shown
and a part of me never grown.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC