I've been feeling a particular way in the past few days. Yesterday an idea came up for poetry and I thought to myself, its been such a long time since I poured out of myself on paper. So here it is.
"You better stop bouncing around and don't crush my bread"
"Listen here, don't you bother anything in this store"
Oh with disappointment, like a great dream had been torn.
Looking around feeling welcomed,what a cheery wonderful atmosphere,
standing there thinking what a joy it is to be standing here.
A sight to see, an aroma to smell, a look to look,
I want to take them, taste them, savor them,
but the only thing I bear is a single buck.
Many varieties, some colorful and plain, some big some small,
such a quantity available that I can't have any of it at all.
Things of sweetness, so very easy on the eye,
staring starry eyed, why Lord oh why?
Examining myself then all around,
preparing my nose to search like one of those skillful blood hounds.
Could I just touch? I feel ever so weak,
for when that touch occured,
with extreme quickness, guilt and remorse would deeply seep.
Surrounded by temptation, I dont know what to do.
So much to see, smell, touch and take in, its overly cruel.
The atmosphere thickens, I can't take much more.
Wondering, Will I ever get out of this candy store?
By: Daniel James
a.k.a Fuzzy
There is a meaning to the poem, beyond what it says. I wonder if anybody can figure it out... Let me know, if you can...
10 thoughts:
BREAST! LOL sike nah, I don't know. I will read it again later and give a real guess...
ur nasty stop writing about the village. ur taken ! LOL
The candy store is a fancy metaphor for one of those sex shops and you were trying to decide which dildo to buy.....just joking I have no idea.
ok i'm French.
I'll pass this one.
Speaking english all day, reading blogs in english and everything... its invading my brain, im goin to get some "quiche" in the kitchen, and have it with a side of roasted snails and a bottle of "Pinot, cru de mille neuf-cent quatre vingt quatre".
I'll feel so french it'll be hlarious.
The candy store for me right now is Paris. The heat, the wearing-almost-nothing, the men, the looks, and i'm definitely touching.
That was a good one, and I have no clue of what it might be...
CANDY????
Maybe I'/m a health freak or something, but I SOWRE you were tlaking about a produe aisle in Shoprite, and you wanted some grapes. (LOL)
I'm with Omar. (LOL)
-Marz
I'm really enjoying the comments
I will have to read it again, but my first thought is that you are referring to all of the cute boys that you see (candy). But you can't partake because the only thing you bear is a single buck (ShawnQT).
This is ludacris! Straight ludacris!
I told you what I thought about the poem, but you won't tell me what you intended...
I was thinking it was in reference to homosexuality, and how society/parents/church as told you not to touch anything in the "candy store"... You have one buck, "male genital" that you can use to get a peice of candy, but you feel guilty of doing it.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU!
memory?being overtaken by the urge in a "beautiful moment" to do something, like a moment in time, then the feeling changes when you think about everything else other than what is going on in front of you?
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