it tasted like cocaine on my lips
taken from cotton candy clouds
& i remember those raindrop rainbows
the skittles that resembled
a multicolored canvas
& i used to believe in fairytales
the ones that dreams are made of
it was like a ferris wheel spinning
around in circles
it made me feel sane again
[& the fireworks blew up like my
rainbow colored vomit from the
times i rode those rides that made
me feel so sick, so dizzy]
i used to be so thrilled
Author notes
i guess it's obvious what it means.
it's not my best but i remember the times at amusement parks.
people are sick of hearing cocaine in poems but i'm not sick of them in mine. to be honest it is the only word to describe what i want to bring in to the poem. i think i do it nicely. for me, cocaine is a metaphor not only just a drug. it's the effects of it.
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pretty simple,also pretty generic,but thats not what matters,i found it lacked depth,nice try though.
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i can relate to this in my own way probably not even the way you were trying to present it but it was amazing and really touched me. You have a huge talent and this poem makes that clear keep writting and I'll keep reading
xox
Tasha -
cute as hell
Thats was so wonderful babe! You are really becoming quite a lovely writer...... [i love your alter-ego] -
aww
this is pure gold
amazing
there arent words in the english language to describe how pretty in kind of a cutesy twisted way
that didnt make sense i know
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i like it :]
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