Short Sugarcoated Poems
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Forget that it's all sugarcoated
Accept that you can't quit
Censored, conformed and covered up
Egotistically you won't admit
Because you'll never see how you're
Obsessively checking in
Ordinary people telling lies to you
Knowing you never will win
Douse me in sugar coated lies
Bind me with possessive ties
caress me with that bitter torment
I know your heart is sitting dormant
Kiss me with those poisonous lips
Embrace me with your lethal grip
Compel my mind to now concave
As you Love me deeply to the grave
Once I held your arms little by fast
The scent is there, that moment it sparks
Love is like a flame to heat
And magnetized by pump ups swift movement
The more I look in your eyes
The more I'm blown away
The more my feelings sinks in
Of euphoric goosebumps
Little by fast I'm melting like sugarcoated kisses
Delighted how this feeling tasted…
Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.
His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.
He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.
Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.
"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.
Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"
Tame speech with righteousness.
Quiet tongues are blessed.
Things are happening at small scale
But reactions are on large scale
Just because of sugarcoated humanity
Things are strucking mind
I am not able to find
My life my needs
Forget the deeds
My life is throwing experiences
Earlier then my fellows
Daily analysis tells my mood
I am lost in the wood
Gradually I am understanding
The need of closers
I just love them all
Who cares me who understands me
"You must have known you were wrong when your fingers dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you."
-rupi kaur
searching endlessly for sweetness
you crowded my reasons for letting you go-
sudden heartbreak leaves no room for
sugarcoated delicacies.
-my flavorless goodbyes...
Fictional Write- I love my hubby :)
November 3, 2016
Their mangled and broken bodies
return home in flag draped caskets.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
while a band plays patriotic
hymns for their services rendered
and a choir to give them a voice.
If I may be so bold to say
that I see no sweetness in death
nor the acclaimed gloriousness
that lyrical poets have penned.
what I see is sugarcoated
rationale for warmongering
dolts. I see no glory in that.
Mortem est pretium bellum.
abstract endings pacified
pedestrian beginnings,
save yourself before
you're slap-happy,
choking on interloping bourgeois
mind-control subterfuge
under a darkly cast spell of
plebeian sugarcoated reality,
waxing tween whitewashed rainbow
hues and unicorn attitudes,
beyond uncompromising comeuppances
from behind unglued glossed over walls'
congealed mid exoneration's excuses