Lynn El Amine
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This poem is not really about Candy. It's about temptation. I used the word 'Candy' metaphorically. It's up to the reader to know what this poem is really about. I went to buy candy this morning 10 am
This poem is not about temptation. It's about the state anyone can be in when they're not sober nor completely drunk. In between. Didn't think you'd be the key But your smoke sways struggling to purify me
Molded into different shapes Constantly bitten by your bittersweet breath Intoxicated
Under the weather...
Under the weather Down low Beneath the ground Water, mud, rain…
My hand on the trigger
Colorful dots join me in murky Oh hello Sure I'd love to dance
It won't be anytime soon...
Water drops Streaming down my cheek Red lights They burn and burn
Ouch My bubble screams Stitched up Burst by a new pin
Went to the parlor last night Baby cry I'm Vincent Van Gogh Did I get a piercing?
Six Pages And A Half Of Complication...
You With your brown eyes And I, With my mud
Empty bed Oh So Empty My nakedness Screaming for you
Note: In this poem, when I used 'Mary Jane' and 'Marijuana' i am talking about a person who leaves a happy effect on me (just the way drugs leave happy effects on us) therefore, instead of using that person's name, i compared them to Marijuana and Mary Jane. October, the month right after my day I sit on the porch and wait for the rain
Two or three hours a night Is all that I can get So I better lay my head back 'Just sleep tight
Hello Beautiful I had you in my hand You were so close
The Clock Ticks...
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Comments about Lynn El Amine
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
This poem is not really about Candy. It's about temptation. I used the word 'Candy' metaphorically. It's up to the reader to know what this poem is really about.
I went to buy candy this morning
Fucked me up on the inside
Burned my throat
Was it really candy that I bought?
Next thing I know
Time is my friend
Or is it just pretend?
I wonder how many of my scars
Candy would be able to mend
Get more of that candy
The light is dim here
But it's all clear
The candy I want to get
Makes me easily forget
So I buy ...