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"reeses" poems
If I were a chocolate bar, life with you would be so sweet Being around you, I feel like quite a treat Gotta love Hershey's: the kisses and hugs And on Valentine's Day combine with Doves Like Reeses or S'mores, we compliment one another Flowers, wine, and chocolate for a significant other If I were a chocolate bar, life could be Grand Although on a hot day, I'd melt a little faster than planned.... As a chocolate bar I'd be broken and shared Spreading gooey goodness to everyone there Maybe being a chocolate bar isn't quite for me... ... But it's fun to imagine just how it might be!
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
If I were a Chocolate Bar
I spent over a hundred dollars just on chocolate for her last year every once in a while i'd surprise her with one of those organic peanut butter bars she liked i'd buy em from aldriches during photography or video productions never told her where i got them because they gave her something to depend on me for i never tasted a single bit of that chocolate i haven't been aldriches in months and i haven't gotten one of those thankful hugs since that last one in july that was half kiss, half hug and less thankful, more lovestruck but also silent, tear filled, melancholy, foreboding that was after i bought her reeses, the only time e ever went to qfc together i don't buy chocolate anymore i've saved alot of money lately but i've lost so many hugs, avoid half this town and no one relying on me like that she was my life it's time for a new one ©Brandon Webb 2012
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Chocolate
l{one}l{I}ness hurts like one e   m   p   t   y cup of coffee while another sits cold in the late afternoon light full and a little bitter like your stomach it stings like too much wine -- or ***** against chapped lips at 10:45p.m. finding a ****** wrapper under your bed of trapped in the corners of your sheets or cigarette cherries falling onto fuzzy knee caps while Johny Cash sings you into drunken sleep al{one} at 11:30 p.m. it throbs like heads and unanswered text messages and bruises on your knees the day after blinking dizzily into grey-morning-afternoon-night waking up in a single bed when the fires have gone out makeup is smeared and you realize you forgot to put on socks it feels like that look on your face when calls go unanswered and pretty lingerie makes your skin look bruised when a dress meant for a party lies crumpled in the corner of your bed or your bathroom damp and wrinkled from showers taken at 3.am. to burn out the lonely that clings like your hands in his when you stop being alone or like perfume on a black tee-shirt that you borrowed months ago it is comforting like cheap coffee and relaxed smiles of an entire box of off-brand reeses cocoa puffs with almond milk of the taste of peach cigarillos it is sweet like sweet red and dark chocolate on a tuesday night when you are in your underwear or like listening to sad music while shaving your legs and buying a bottle of nail polish because of the pun in the name on its bottom it is also addicting like the smell of their sweat or seeing their car parked at the gas station and holding your breath to see them or counting the ******* band stickers on their bumper to the beats of your heart untill the lights turn green it is like listening to ingrid michaelson in a cold car or sitting in a cheap orange chair in a coffeeshop by yourself. it is like drinking a bottle of wine before 5 p.m. or watching the sun rise over naked january trees when you haven't slept the night before or the night before that or the night before or the night before
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
insomnia
l{one}l{I}ness hurts like one e   m   p   t   y cup of coffee while another sits cold in the late afternoon light full and a little bitter like your stomach it stings like too much wine -- or ***** against chapped lips at 10:45p.m. finding a ****** wrapper under your bed of trapped in the corners of your sheets or cigarette cherries falling onto fuzzy knee caps while Johny Cash sings you into drunken sleep al{one} at 11:30 p.m. it throbs like heads and unanswered text messages and bruises on your knees the day after blinking dizzily into grey-morning-afternoon-night waking up in a single bed when the fires have gone out makeup is smeared and you realize you forgot to put on socks it feels like that look on your face when calls go unanswered and pretty lingerie makes your skin look bruised when a dress meant for a party lies crumpled in the corner of your bed or your bathroom damp and wrinkled from showers taken at 3.am. to burn out the lonely that clings like your hands in his when you stop being alone or like perfume on a black tee-shirt that you borrowed months ago it is comforting like cheap coffee and relaxed smiles of an entire box of off-brand reeses cocoa puffs with almond milk of the taste of peach cigarillos it is sweet like sweet red and dark chocolate on a tuesday night when you are in your underwear or like listening to sad music while shaving your legs and buying a bottle of nail polish because of the pun in the name on its bottom it is also addicting like the smell of their sweat or seeing their car parked at the gas station and holding your breath to see them or counting the ******* band stickers on their bumper to the beats of your heart untill the lights turn green it is like listening to ingrid michaelson in a cold car or sitting in a cheap orange chair in a coffeeshop by yourself. it is like drinking a bottle of wine before 5 p.m. or watching the sun rise over naked january trees when you haven't slept the night before or the night before that or the night before or the night before
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I found a scribbled piece of paper on my coat, The wife wrote, "pick up some CANDLES" in a note. I thought it said "CANDIES" hoping to discover, that we finally would have candies, In our cupboard. So I bought in a rush: Snickers, Abba Zabba, Milky Way, Three Musketeers, Reeses peanut butter cups, M&Ms, Almond Joy, Milk Duds, laughy Taffy....and such. I called her and told her all the candies I bought, She said, "CANDLES, stupid", so I hung up.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
I Like Candy more than Candles
tootsie pops, pop rocks, rock candy sweet tarts, smelly farts, war-heads, sour patch kids reeses pieces, reeses stix, snickers lickers fudge pile, chocolate smile, peanut butter bile, sugary style baby ruths, almond joys, soy bean sauce, creamy steam ill give u a payday, mayday, hay tastes good with parfai milkyways stay gay to play games with sunrays icing splicing with knife dicing makes cakes, cook steaks, rumcakes ****** sprinkles, rip van winkle, diddily dinkle gummy worms, germs impregnate firm, permed urns angel food, carrots, pineapple upsideways fruits, ***** parachutes, scooters, jello shooters goobers, corn on the cobbers, veggie wedgies, pepper leppers, squash boxes, fry foxes, fleet rocks', carrot tops', dishes of fishes, witches brew platypus and fat kush pushy slushies riding skateboards on gary busy fussy hussies getting blushy about cussies cereal made of creoles, bread straight from dreads, rice is nice with spice, yeast is beast, last but not least, wheat is a treat, kiwis, shmiwis, dodos on go phones, starfruits, bartlejuice, grape drank, sushi stinks. ill eat anything.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
candyland jam
All I can think to do at the table is stare at the bright orange Reeses' cups package and the Payday bars illuminated by light from the vending machine. I sit, wondering whether they drip inside their package. My arm drips to my pocket. I bring money to the table, ready to decide just what is it that I want to buy. I prefer Reeses', but it's been long since I've tasted the light caramel and crunchy peanut of a Payday. This decision would be easy if I had a Payday. As it stands, my money is dripping. If it's any indication of how light my wallet is, I can barely bring one back to the table. It's a tough decision. I've been craving Reeses' for weeks. I haven't decided, but this is it. I walk up to the machine. I'm done sitting, It's a question of this or that. Payday? Heads. I reach in my pocket. Tails, Reeses'. I manage the quarter out. How could I know I'd rip a dollar in the process? Back to the table for damage control. The tear was light enough not to be serious, just a slight rip. It's easier to flip a coin while you sit anyway. I toss it in the air and it lands on the table. Heads. I smiled, my decision was made. Payday. I walk back to the machine and drop coins in, not making eye contact with the Reeses'. As I get up, I feel terrible. I've betrayed the Reeses' cups I've enjoyed since I was a child, the delight that kept me going when there wasn't a drip of tea left. I think I'll go downstairs to sit and eat my new sugary master, the Payday. This time I pass by, not return to, the table. I look back, past the table, at the orange Reeses' packages, then glance at my Payday. It's light, I won't have to sit to eat it. Ashamed, my eyes drip.
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Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
Sweet Tooth
All I can think to do at the table is stare at the bright orange Reeses' cups package and the Payday bars illuminated by light from the vending machine. I sit, wondering whether they drip inside their package. My arm drips to my pocket. I bring money to the table, ready to decide just what is it that I want to buy. I prefer Reeses', but it's been long since I've tasted the light caramel and crunchy peanut of a Payday. This decision would be easy if I had a Payday. As it stands, my money is dripping. If it's any indication of how light my wallet is, I can barely bring one back to the table. It's a tough decision. I've been craving Reeses' for weeks. I haven't decided, but this is it. I walk up to the machine. I'm done sitting, It's a question of this or that. Payday? Heads. I reach in my pocket. Tails, Reeses'. I manage the quarter out. How could I know I'd rip a dollar in the process? Back to the table for damage control. The tear was light enough not to be serious, just a slight rip. It's easier to flip a coin while you sit anyway. I toss it in the air and it lands on the table. Heads. I smiled, my decision was made. Payday. I walk back to the machine and drop coins in, not making eye contact with the Reeses'. As I get up, I feel terrible. I've betrayed the Reeses' cups I've enjoyed since I was a child, the delight that kept me going when there wasn't a drip of tea left. I think I'll go downstairs to sit and eat my new sugary master, the Payday. This time I pass by, not return to, the table. I look back, past the table, at the orange Reeses' packages, then glance at my Payday. It's light, I won't have to sit to eat it. Ashamed, my eyes drip.
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Sticky, sweet Laughter Ferris Wheels and fried Reeses Welcome to the Fair
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
The Fair
Sprites fly through the living room they glow green with magical dust sprinkles. One lands on the end of my moms broom. She blows it a kiss and it flys away. Brownies climb the desk with little ropes they sneak off with my reeses pieces but they leave behind a bag of hopes that I'll be a famous poetess someday. Faerys are real, they just hide really good. If you believe in them sometimes you get to see them. If you go for walks in the woods you might get to see faerys play.
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Faerys Are Real
"Hm", the girl says in your bed. Red wine and yummy chocolate - what a great mix Moving and grooving to the beat of the music Oh, la la. A pleasant smell in the air, flowing, in and out into me Colors of your blankets, subtle navy blue, velvet red (you might disagree) Reeses, what a treat! Something devils would eat Talking food, one of my pleasures, Ethopian - I want to eat! Let me speak for Ravenswood, it treats me well and keeps me toasty! And Juanita's, Fiesta bag, crispy not too greasy Crunchy in my mouth, mmm! An offering of a chip with special sauce, thank you sir!' Sauce man, confidence He says he had heart problems The consequences of the pleasures of food "I need to end it but I don't know how to" "It'll come to you" Your roommate, Sid
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
Toasty
I'm glad we made the uniting Life without it unexciting I love you so much Almost like a crutch Chocolaty cup filled With peanut buttery goodness What a dream But wait there's more The first has a partner Another sweet addition You can have it On one condition Let's be like Reeses
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
A Perfect Pair
You deserve reeses cups in the morning and baseball adventure evenings. You deserve light hearted conversations and PDA. Everyday. You deserve honesty in every way, and to be loved passionately. You deserve to be reminded how handsome and incredible you are. Im sorry it took so long for me to see that.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
you
You showed up with a teddybear, Reeses, and a strawberry candle Left without your hoodie and cologne And this is only the beginning of my little collection of you
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
Collection
the way you snort when i make you laugh too hard the way you look up at the stars and tell me how insignificant you are the way you make me feel ****** and happy at the same time the way you get sad when somebody says hi to you and you realize you didn't say hi back the way you make me feel important when i'm not the way you talk about something you love the way you get scared, when thinking about whales the way you hate yellow skittles the way you love reeses christmas trees the way you love target the way you utilize the word "melancholy" the way you hate jelly on a pb and j the way you feel about death and the unknown the way you observe art the way you talk about your love for stories the way you fell in love the way you make me feel -a list of the things i love about you
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
list o luh
Look through the glass can you see me Look through the book do you read me Can't stop my flow it's revealing Let's both break through our ceilings Can't stop this symphony (The opera clock started at 1) Cant catch the melody (who told you, that this was gunna be fun) I want a killing spree (the story they told was about true love) Get this away from me (the last scene is boring let's go do drugs) With you and me there's something special Note I didn't say it was good or bad You and me need to see some professionals Objectively speaking you drive me mad Im shining gold, your aura is red and blue I see you sidestepping my words you crab Let's take a vacation I'll be right next to you **** all your feelings, pack seperate bags Taking tests to see who's the best I'm lost in an ocean my arms need rest Fall down and ill pound you in the ground I'm hopeful today cause you wore a dress Take two am I acting like you My friends just all told me I'm playing the fool Why the **** is the spotlight on me I'm just in here crawling to try and get free Kick open the trapdoor on the mainfloor Phantom is here and he's scaring the crowd I guess I get real loud when I'm angry Don't you do the same I got a million little pieces Who helped pick a title to your thesis I know you favorite candy's Reeses Just tell me, do we even need this
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Phantom Lover