"twizzlers" poems
City lamps in clusters of concrete
On 18th and Sherman street
The cars pass by scanning me
Each unsound engine roaring
Darting pupils
I feel it on my externals
On my lips and phalanges
Intruding glances cascading over
my silhouette
Deja-vu-like resemblances,
strange
Sunken cheeks look bizarre
and blotchy as the socket drains
something toxic to the veins
that's permeated the future in an instant, like a comet,
encandescent and shimmering like a scale, the awareness fades
Like some dreary mirage
I remember those little band aids
Vintage carnival tickets
discarded on the scratchy ground..
Blue-violet bruises
The paradox of pleasure
A vague creature in
it's discomfort
sitting in defiance and
quivering my sentences
It reminded me of those
incandescent bugs that
smush into Chryslers
With a curled lip, bulging eyes
and ******* up tongue...
Antennaes intertwined like
Twizzlers
Making peace with all
that's stung as the
windshield wipers turn on
Some black tar-smack-oil-
******
My generation consists of
inheriting environmental
destruction and mal-parenting
Global warming. Animal extinction.
Polluting the oceans. Deforestation.
Biting shards off night-time to
suffice for the daily pangs
Shuffling the dregs of karma
to grow roots and vines all about the room
It's not Winter yet
Under this morning dew
I envision it in my mind
A crystal ball vision
contorting into smoke
I caught it in my breath
Catatonically hanging
A turtle with it's legs bending toward the sky
Searching for my tribe and a pulse
on this Earth in sentient souls
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
The pace isn't the same,
I don't know how to do the dance.
It doesn't feel right.
The two of us connected,
like Twizzlers...
waiting to be pulled apart.
Melded together if by accident,
but ill fitting all the same.
I don't like this hold...
counting the seconds until it's over.
I miss his imprint.
I miss his acrobats.
I miss the shape of our twisted bodies,
a smattering of arms and legs like Krishna.
I want to petrify it,
keep it always how it was.
For my records, of course....
just to compare.
The science is behind it.
My own personal form of chemistry.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
oh, my god,
stop praising little girls for being "tiny" and "slender" and "willowy"
for being skinny.
because the scale offers validation
and eating cheetos and twizzlers and cookies and candy without gaining a pound becomes an accomplishment
a sharp and boasting laugh
ha, ha! i can eat all the **** i want
and still be /skinny!/
because a girl will feel pride
in her ballerina legs and bony joints
and guilt
in her best friend wishing she were as small.
because "skinny" stops being an adjective
and becomes a definition.
because being skinny becomes
owning stacks and stacks of size zero jeans
but ******* and shimmying and squeezing your *** into them
(god forbid you buy a size two.)
skinny becomes looking flat in the midsection
but only if you eat triscuits for lunch that day
becomes seeing the outlines of individual ribs
but grabbing with a grimace the layer of fat and skin that covers them
becomes standing with legs spread apart and back tilted and eyes squinted
and looking maybe kind of like a forever 21 model,
until you sit and your thighs melt into huge endless expanses of tissue
becomes avoiding the bathroom scale because you told yourself two years ago you'd never get above double digits.
becomes knowing that most girls would **** for your body, or for the absence of your body - for the carved out spaces where flesh could be.
becomes feeling guilty, feeling ridiculous, feeling ungrateful
becomes never admitting to anyone that you feel anything but skinny.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Twizzlers
Clenched in a man's hand
Is it a sign of nervousness?
The gooey red dye 40
Oozes into his hands
Was it just being nice?
Never being eaten
Never being enjoyed
Only being clenched
Melted
Destroyed
The twizzlers match his red shoes
Is it a fashion statement?
Or is it just to please the giver?
The twizzlers could be a sign
Why is he suffocating them?
Is it an omen?
Or merely a coincidence
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
A single scrap of paper
and the child within me springs to life-
the child with bed head and a LEGO fascination-
leads me up and down stairs on all fours;
lights my face, shines my smile
soaks my senses- oversensitive;
takes a horizon, gives me an infinite shadow box;
takes a coincidence, gives me providence;
reminds me that some trees are ladders,
the others are giants, like buildings but wiser;
makes me giggle, as the circles untangle;
makes me ask myself,
Are they following us?
Who made this video game? What's a boat made of waffles?
makes me too excited to eat; gives me dessert first;
lets me eat infinite Twizzlers;
lets me laugh at all of the sleepy adults,
and stay up late talking about collective consciousness;
lets me decide, "next time I'm going to the nature park",
as long as I can talk to all of the statues and sculptures on the way;
lets me write till there's no more room.
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
look ***** i aint tryna play you
Just trying to mack to you
Show ya real thangs
Embrace the world
With my **** brain
Hard to maintain when weeds settles
I get that ******* blowin' like a kettle
Baby dont settle for less
This aint no wild guess
Let me mack to ya ears and grab ya breast
And put yo fingers on my masculine chest
Yea i know like that gangsta ****
**** passion im long lastin blastin'
My *****
In ya puddy cat
Ya dont have to wonder where the daddy at?
Im right bebe have no fear
Droppin' game faster than the clouds drop a tear
You cant fade me???
Now that we in this relationship
I gotta lotta thangs
To confess im freaky as they come
Watch me roll up some sess
Take a puff with me
And lets do some lesbian ********* ****
Promise I won't hit
Unless ya let me girl i make ya forget me
Like amnesia
The ***** pleaser
These other nigguhs jackin'
With twizzlers
Im my ***** hot as a sizzler
Ask ya girl i bet im dickin' her
No shame in my game
You know the rules
Yo ***** chose me
Cuz of my m a c k
Still pack the AK Everyday
Just incase a hater got something
To say
So **** peace im still in yo ear piece
Now rest in peace ***** can ya fade me???
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
As Some early rap group plays in the background of my life
The relationship with my Brothers has changed my insight, it helps me decide when to lie and defines who I am, what I mean to the fam and everybody who truly knows me as Sam.
That isn't to say I'm not intimate today,
I love everybody in a different kind of way,
It makes me smile even just to say it.
I have people in my life, worth the slang I derive from these pretty soulful lines
Something I cannot measure, but simply as a sense of pleasure
All in a world I feel is mine, making them Brothers and therefore a lifeline
Any person I can call when I need little time,
If I need a friend or a relationship to mend, some cash in my pocket for my next canned soda
Looking at the twizzlers thinking I could use them as a straw, daydreaming again, just a big kid standing a little too tall.
Looking from the top thinking that's a long way to fall,
But as I get closer to edge and look down on,
I see that my Brothers already have me harnessed up, they intend to let me jump.
Letting me learn my mistakes to help discern from the fake,
Because the ones who criticize you are the one's who hold you when you cry,
Trying to make myself better, if only for my guys.
The brothers that I never had, they help me see who I want to be
Help me envision what I want, but make me stand to reach my next treat
To find the earth from this place up here.
Looking, I contemplate how I want to create to change, or maybe cause fear
If only small things, I will be the force to define the voice of my people
A generation left behind to figure out what is evil.
A knew definition nowadays because of where it's living, in our hearts and even in this page.
All I want to do is sleep because without my Brothers I'm just dead meat.
All I want to do see a world made for me and you, my Brothers, a relationship above all others.
The thing that means the most to me these days, is the fact that no matter where I go, my Brothers will be with me. Something I can always see, it resides somewhere inside of me. Emotionally and Mentally. Today they rest with me. Humans, people, beings, whatever they are to me, you couldn't possibly begin to conceive.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
let me tell you about lethargy
lethargy is like picking up the phone with your feet
because your mind is too tired
to send a memo to your hands
lethargy is making your lips dance
around a string of twizzlers for dinner
just barely
lethargy is so strong
you can't even remember what rolling out of bed feels like
in fact rolling out of bed
feels like lying in bed
the only move you make is to lay your head
on the cool side of the pillow
rarely
lethargy is getting to that point
where you lack all strength to breathe
eyelids way too heavy to see
the body feels numb
and the only thing the ears can hear
is the heart
"Ba-Dum..Ba-Dum"
L E T H A R G Y
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
She never said she was sorry,
And worse still,
She never knew that she had done anything wrong.
For while those ridiculously red lips of hers
Were biting viciously on the stale red rubber
She called Twizzlers,
I was pouring instant coffee into that mug,
The one she tried to paint the solar system on.
She gave up though when she realised only 6 planets would fit
and smeared that mug,
Handle and all,
In black paint.
I know it was fired at the ceramic shop,
The paint made dry as lips in late November,
Yet every time I dare to stomach a sip
Of my once warming brew,
My mouth is dyed darker than
a night that has never known stars.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
i want to hold your hand
and gaze at the stars
listen to our favorite songs
and drink out of twizzler straws.
this isn't quite a fairytale
but it's good enough for me
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
I come from the land of grime
Of slaps and snack cakes and stray cats
And many petty crimes
I caught lice eight times before I started school
My world was loud and I thought those anger fits were the norm
But that's how it is when you're raised by fools
I come from that side of town
With drugs and ****** and broken swing sets
And everything tinged brown
Here is where we wallow in mold and **** -
All the things you'd scrap off the bottom of your shoe
And somehow the streetlights were never lit...
But this was my world
This is my world
I was quite literally dragged through the mud
And every time I staggered back to my feet
I was swept away again by a sudden flood
Or shoved back down beneath the elite
Now when I tell you this is where my soul was forged
With red hot fury of the beaten and the ******
Do not mistake me for a simple woman scorned
For that is only a title for what makes me who I am
When I say my heart was shaped by the hands of vile men
And the hesitant, shaking fingers of those as fragile as me
You need to know that this is the reason for my estrangement
Though am I not defined by those who touched me with greed
Where I come from shaped me
But there is much more lying beneath
I am grime and mold and crime
I am daisies and fire and bumblebees
I am salt and Twizzlers and a loosened vault
And this I can proudly claim:
I am no longer ashamed
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
you are the most delectable twizzler
and i do not even like twizzlers
your sweet cherry twists and your saccarine kiss
grandest of loves my heart is in bliss
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Unconscious con-artists
sipping on each other's pop
intertwining their legs like Twizzlers
Squeezing the back of their necks
playing in the dark
tumultuous bed sheet
half-hanging on a mattress
Bruised lip, scratched skin
Disowning our faults
Pulled triggers on abrasive guns
for provocation and
crawling into trouble
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
We tap-danced in Target
Skipping up and down with
Doublemint and Milky Ways
Twizzlers and the bittersweet chocolate waltzes.
We crouched in the corner
Not to shoplift, just to talk
Exchanging philosophy with paper towels
And lead the paper plates through secrets.
We walked on cracked sidewalks
Chipped with the dubious glances of fate
How many feet have wandered these streets
And how few have really seen?
We sat in the backseat
As the brownish gray fields rushed by
The setting sun stayed suspended in the sky
Burning up the tired atmosphere.
We drank mixed lemonade in chilled, clinking cups
Front porch step afternoons
Frosted glasses drained of sugary pink
Summer expectations.
When I wished innocently in February on
One cold night saturated in body spray
For friendship to be free
I had no idea how lovely life could be.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
The first gleaming light in the early Morning
Is the beginning of my happiness
To see that sun hitting the tree tops
As its rising
Brightening the land below
A smile as big as the east is from the West
Seeing the colors come to life
Hearing the birds singing
A cool breeze brushing against my cheek
Taking that deep breath of fresh clean air
Like twizzlers I cannot help but smile
Being thankful for yet another day
To have some fun and explore
And seeing the day go to sleep mode as the sun begins to set
More colors as beautiful if not more so
As the sunrise
Leaving me to rest with a smile and a happy soul
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
A candy castle so tasty and sweet
made out of the most delectable treats.
Peppermint domes that swirl red and white,
glisten and shine in the glorious light.
Licorice steeples, to the sky they ascend.
with Fruit Roll-Ups as flags flapping in the wind.
The drawbridge is made of warm gingerbread,
suspended by Twizzlers of cherry red.
Toffee and brittle brick up the structure
Painted with icing of contrasting colors.
Frosting fastens gumdrop shingles in place,
the roof sparkles with crystallized sugar lace.
A lollipop wreath hangs on the chocolate bar door,
whip cream and cherries top the decor.
Jolly Ranchers are the windows that do reside.
A rainbow-tinted world can be viewed from inside.
The palace is surrounded by a gentle chocolate stream
Where marshmallow peeps like to float on and dream.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC