Submissions by KandiceBush (Kandice Bush)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Haiku
Miles divide hearts
My lips take a hollow breath
Miss the way you feel
My lips take a hollow breath
Miss the way you feel
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And There Was Nonelouder
I feel like I've been holding my breath for two years for this man. This beautifully flawed perfectionist of a man. Who just happens to live over 1,000 miles away and will be even further across the U.S. in two months. We've decided to give a relationship a try. Who knows if anything will even come together in the end. Nothing in this life is certain but I refuse to live with what ifs.
Every now & then I have to force a gasp just to know this isn't some fairytale I've created in my head from loneliness. From it I've learned the beauty of pain is being able to appreciate love...
Every now & then I have to force a gasp just to know this isn't some fairytale I've created in my head from loneliness. From it I've learned the beauty of pain is being able to appreciate love...
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Love Is
It's been since Feb 16th, not even a month since I left Arizona & the next time I see that man I swear I'm going to grab at him like a life jacket. Ironically in a way, he has been to me. He helps me save me from myself.
I fought so long, so hard only to find him already inside my heart. Maybe it's cause no matter how crazy things are feeling in my life every time I hear his voice none of that matters anymore. We stop the world from spinning & all that's left is the space between his lips & mine.
In 5 minutes he erases all my doubts. Not only about myself but...
I fought so long, so hard only to find him already inside my heart. Maybe it's cause no matter how crazy things are feeling in my life every time I hear his voice none of that matters anymore. We stop the world from spinning & all that's left is the space between his lips & mine.
In 5 minutes he erases all my doubts. Not only about myself but...
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Behind Shadows & (So)Lace
Airports. They have such thick energies. Sometimes it seems like the only real place left in the world.That barbed wire feeling of missing pieces meshed with new beginnings. Where people open their arms to welcome old loves. It's beautiful, you get to see everyone with their hearts on their sleeves. I left mine broken in a terminal in Phoenix.
I found him under the upside of down
in the wisp of a dream
glowing silver in the shadows of me
I remember the last time I touched him. ( "Please God, don't make me left him go.." ) I look back...
I found him under the upside of down
in the wisp of a dream
glowing silver in the shadows of me
I remember the last time I touched him. ( "Please God, don't make me left him go.." ) I look back...
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Behind Shadows & (So)Lace
I found him under the upside of down
in the wisp of a dream
glowing silver in the shadows of me
in the wisp of a dream
glowing silver in the shadows of me
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G. Loomis
What lies beneath a laboured breath of hope
when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love
That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips
The angels wept that night
& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me
when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love
That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips
The angels wept that night
& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me
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In The Garden Of Orchids
Under whisperings of my heart
I lay in the hope of love
The imprint of him still carving up my thighs
In breathless whispers
fingers tracing shadows on the outline of my hips
Back arched against his chest
His breath burning reveries down my spine
as he kissed me again
& always
for the first time
I lay in the hope of love
The imprint of him still carving up my thighs
In breathless whispers
fingers tracing shadows on the outline of my hips
Back arched against his chest
His breath burning reveries down my spine
as he kissed me again
& always
for the first time
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I Remember December
Playing Russian roulette with my heart
& my finger trembles on the trigger
He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited
Shallow breath
trembling
The taste of him still on my lips
& my finger trembles on the trigger
He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited
Shallow breath
trembling
The taste of him still on my lips
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Love, Abstracted
I could never seem to wash him off me
the naked pieces of me he
soaked
into
what lies beneath
that dare to risk
to exist between hope
& a dream
He cut himself into me
His lines were never
cood
r ke
the naked pieces of me he
soaked
into
what lies beneath
that dare to risk
to exist between hope
& a dream
He cut himself into me
His lines were never
cood
r ke
1073 reads
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Micro Poetry
I found you hanging your stars in the backdrop of me
catching my synthetic butterflies
holes in your net
catching my synthetic butterflies
holes in your net
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Oceanic Tendencies
Before you stands a woman who pretends not to fall apart
mourning for the pieces of me left behind on a midnight flight
lost in transition
Weathered emotions on my sleeve
vulnerability poolinground my feet
underneath I wait
Split open
I dripped every inch of me
he
caught
every
d
r
o
p
mourning for the pieces of me left behind on a midnight flight
lost in transition
Weathered emotions on my sleeve
vulnerability poolinground my feet
underneath I wait
Split open
I dripped every inch of me
he
caught
every
d
r
o
p
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Alchemy Of Ruins
Against the whisperings of a slanted horizon
on the other sidereason
love plays here
He stares at me through hungry orphan eyes
in a thirst for (com)passion
& erases the lines of where I thoughtI existed
I painted him somewhere in between my dreams
& that black inked night when my pens ran dry
neath the scattered remnants of fallen stars
I am a tattered paper doll
folding under his finger tips
in silent prayer
that he'll take his time in breaking my heart
on the other sidereason
love plays here
He stares at me through hungry orphan eyes
in a thirst for (com)passion
& erases the lines of where I thoughtI existed
I painted him somewhere in between my dreams
& that black inked night when my pens ran dry
neath the scattered remnants of fallen stars
I am a tattered paper doll
folding under his finger tips
in silent prayer
that he'll take his time in breaking my heart
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