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[title] => the myth of sugar
[time] => 2016-06-18 08:17:47
[hometext] => all i am is a sour skull hell-bent on sugar sweet.
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the myth of sugar
what would be my name if this was sugar skull instead
what would be my face if sugar drip it wasn//'//t red
if the days passed by like cavities
the nights like bellyache
each morning rotten sweetness creeps
underneath the goodness sake
if we lived in sugar skull, there//'//d be no troubles sour
there//'//d be no giving back molasses destiny, caramel hour
there//'//d be no salted water to compare to syrup tears
that cut rivers down your sugared cheeks and and like magic, disappear
there//'//d be no satisfaction in the amazingly mundane,
there//'//d be no shiny sweetened suffering to soil sane
there//'//d be only our skulls as they dance away their bone
a parade of broken skulls that breathe and believe only in stone
Joshua Howell
june2016
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the myth of sugar
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Jigget
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Saturday, 18th June 2016 @ 08:17:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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jiggett, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems by our other authors for each one you submit. Please support our other authors. Thank you. YOUR POETRY DOT COM reserves the right to reject any poem for any or no given reason.
the myth of sugar
what would be my name if this was sugar skull instead
what would be my face if sugar drip it wasn//'//t red
if the days passed by like cavities
the nights like bellyache
each morning rotten sweetness creeps
underneath the goodness sake
if we lived in sugar skull, there//'//d be no troubles sour
there//'//d be no giving back molasses destiny, caramel hour
there//'//d be no salted water to compare to syrup tears
that cut rivers down your sugared cheeks and and like magic, disappear
there//'//d be no satisfaction in the amazingly mundane,
there//'//d be no shiny sweetened suffering to soil sane
there//'//d be only our skulls as they dance away their bone
a parade of broken skulls that breathe and believe only in stone
Joshua Howell
june2016
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Re: the myth of sugar
(User Rating: 1 ) by poeticjestix on
Saturday, 18th June 2016 @ 02:17:05 PM AEST (User
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it gets going by the 5th stanza and is reall good by the eighth.
Only criticism is I think you mention skulls a few too many times. |
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Re: the myth of sugar
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Sunday, 19th June 2016 @ 07:37:34 AM AEST (User
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I like it Josh. A little outside your norm, but that only makes it better. I/'/ll need to reread this one a few times. If you want to be my hero, you could p.m. with a little background on this so I comprehend/'/ a little more.
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Re: the myth of sugar
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 5th December 2016 @ 03:20:27 PM AEST (User
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Some cool lines in here! Seemingly born out of candy, and ultimately taking on a darker tone.
//If the days passed by like cavities
The nights like bellyache
Each morning rotten sweetness creeps
Underneath the goodness sake//
Great stuff.
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