Candy Girl

A caricature

Some people call her Candy Girl;

Others call her rose.

She's 4 feet tall without her shoes.

5, standing on her toes.

While roaming shallow city streets

With cigarette in hand

Our candy girl goes searching for

What's always in demand.

Contentment's always at the top

Of her shopping list.

Not always can she find it there;

Others tend to fit.

And sometimes it is alcohol,

More nights it is drugs -

Synthetic forms of happiness

Filling up her lungs.

Those shivers on those city streets

Can be kept at bay,

'Neath blankets at a stranger's house -

Someone who will pay

Sweet shadows flicker on and off

Inside eyes of blue;

Once mommy's prize, now her demise.

What's Candy Girl to do?

No bridges line her island life;

All went up in flames

When Baby Dear threw off her robes,

Cursing all her names.

She refused to live a lie -

Instead search for peace;

And though she seems a hollow shell,

She has all she needs.

Rose hides inside her candy eyes;

They can't touch her dreams.

She's witnessed all that's dark in life

And makes the Golden Beams.

Author's Note

Well once in Chicago, before setting up camp for a concert, a drunk guy came up to me and called me "Candy Girl"... because of my bright hair, jewelry, and clothes.
I couldn't sleep because I had woken up and my thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. FYI, try not to mix one to many diet pills with gin XD so I had to have a cigarette and write- because the first stanza popped in my head.
I was thinking of what I might be like if my nickname really was Candy Girl, and immediately thought of my previous dream of running away to California to be a homeless punk, all the while spreading love and truth- soaking up all the raw life I could while trying to stay a productive artist.
Thus, this poetic caricature of me was born. :3

Yay, I wrote something I think is half decent!

Reviews

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Wahoo ES... Candy Girl is a fantastic imaged journey that flowed thru my punked up brain... I love the honesty that burst thru the golden beams... I especially loved the the line: "synthetic forms of happiness filled up her lungs." I do like events that inspire us to write... So keep the hair, jewelry & clothes as is ...
thanx for sharing
GBU

[Sarah]

great use of rhymes and great message :) i loved it

[Moth Phoenix]

I enjoyed your poem :D
You're a great writer!!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

more than half decent, i'd say. nice writing. perhaps a little distorted view of living the homeless punk life in california, but dreaming is what makes life interesting. "once mommy's prize, now her demise" is a terrific summary of a life in very few words. well done.

[Liv]

I really enjoyed this! At first, to be honest I wasn't sure. But I kept reading and I', glad I did :) ...Very well written, too.