Submissions by KandiceBush (Kandice Bush)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 5:03am
22nd Feb 2010 5:03am
Hook & Line
Naked light
framed
& buried inthe feelings of yesterdays
He begins where the lines between love & logic run thin
I wait in bated breath
Fate has been crossing my wires again
framed
& buried inthe feelings of yesterdays
He begins where the lines between love & logic run thin
I wait in bated breath
Fate has been crossing my wires again
1010 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2010 3:47am
21st Feb 2010 3:47am
Divinations
Silhouette cut into the outlineofmoonlit requiems left bleeding for the night
he stood like a fallen god amongst slaves
Prism'd
I beg for rain
.....the fires are due
he stood like a fallen god amongst slaves
Prism'd
I beg for rain
.....the fires are due
741 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Feb 2010 5:39am
19th Feb 2010 5:39am
We Drank Of Stolen Moments
Bathing in his Romanesque presence
Everything else had the volume turned down
I lay in a rumpled shyness
chinto my shoulder
His breath on my neck
painting standards
Do I dare to look up
To see the static lullaby
playing softly in his eyes
Vibrant waves ofhazel & emerald
He is the way a stuttering innocence blushes
in the late spring nights that left me gasping for more
Bodies braided in the sexuality of intellect
& I left my heart tangled in ivory sheets
Everything else had the volume turned down
I lay in a rumpled shyness
chinto my shoulder
His breath on my neck
painting standards
Do I dare to look up
To see the static lullaby
playing softly in his eyes
Vibrant waves ofhazel & emerald
He is the way a stuttering innocence blushes
in the late spring nights that left me gasping for more
Bodies braided in the sexuality of intellect
& I left my heart tangled in ivory sheets
894 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 6:56am
18th Feb 2010 6:56am
Raw Chocolate: A Taste For The Bitter
He tasted like spring smelled that night
his fingers on my lips
Love
left dripping
& hung from an innocent's mouth
That love rewritten on my tongue, bitten through
How I fell into that feeling over & over..
& over..
Until my lungs burst from a breath held too long
waiting
for him to catch up
his fingers on my lips
Love
left dripping
& hung from an innocent's mouth
That love rewritten on my tongue, bitten through
How I fell into that feeling over & over..
& over..
Until my lungs burst from a breath held too long
waiting
for him to catch up
812 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2010 2:45am
8th Feb 2010 2:45am
The Bleeding Red Carpet
I feel like my skin is shrinking
though it never seemed to fit quite right anyways
In a world of paper thin plastic dolls
my edges were always too jagged for "their" bubble
( Careful, it might pop.. )
Oh "beauty is only skin deep" society
why don't you try to wear me
then look at yourself though size 4 eyes
& tell me if your depth-less perception of a 13 year old on diet pills changes
Fuck your "normal"
Fuck your "high class" fashion
( Our worth is not determined by the clothes we wear )...
though it never seemed to fit quite right anyways
In a world of paper thin plastic dolls
my edges were always too jagged for "their" bubble
( Careful, it might pop.. )
Oh "beauty is only skin deep" society
why don't you try to wear me
then look at yourself though size 4 eyes
& tell me if your depth-less perception of a 13 year old on diet pills changes
Fuck your "normal"
Fuck your "high class" fashion
( Our worth is not determined by the clothes we wear )...
1527 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 9:45am
5th Feb 2010 9:45am
The Art Of Rebirth Through Self Destruction
He centered me
One breath of fractured innocence
was all it took
when his heart came pleading
crossing miles
( Passion lay dying in his arms )
A shattered spirit
( I will pick up the pieces of you even when my heart is left bleeding )
with a rear-view tunnel vision
& stained glass memories
Soul ablaze
breathing scarlet fire
on the canopy of my isolated haven
as if he could see the trees whispering when they bowed to him
an amber sunrise peaking through the forest
set in my espresso eyes
Where the flowers are...
One breath of fractured innocence
was all it took
when his heart came pleading
crossing miles
( Passion lay dying in his arms )
A shattered spirit
( I will pick up the pieces of you even when my heart is left bleeding )
with a rear-view tunnel vision
& stained glass memories
Soul ablaze
breathing scarlet fire
on the canopy of my isolated haven
as if he could see the trees whispering when they bowed to him
an amber sunrise peaking through the forest
set in my espresso eyes
Where the flowers are...
1001 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2010 9:21am
4th Feb 2010 9:21am
Me, Myself & My Egoic Mind
Stained is my ( self ) conscious
I can almost smell my mind begin to burn
from the lack of presence
( Have you ever longed for the silence? )
The fragrance behind the whispers & liquor
fills the air
with the stinging warmth of self pity
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down my worried brow
I can almost smell my mind begin to burn
from the lack of presence
( Have you ever longed for the silence? )
The fragrance behind the whispers & liquor
fills the air
with the stinging warmth of self pity
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down my worried brow
734 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2010 4:09am
3rd Feb 2010 4:09am
Die( t )
Tying my loose ends
in the absence of presence
Using my stanzas to heal
what time never could
An abstracting self image
Cardio placebos
Because sometimes
no matter what condition the body is in
the soul is on it's knees
in the absence of presence
Using my stanzas to heal
what time never could
An abstracting self image
Cardio placebos
Because sometimes
no matter what condition the body is in
the soul is on it's knees
777 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2010 10:00am
2nd Feb 2010 10:00am
Mr. Oliveto
A somber rush in fading green
as the stars crept in that night
I felt as if he hollowed me out
in that brief moment we shared space
& passed an energy that shook me
as the stars crept in that night
I felt as if he hollowed me out
in that brief moment we shared space
& passed an energy that shook me
747 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2010 8:42am
2nd Feb 2010 8:42am
The Night After Apple Jax
I found a drifting haze in night air
as I felt my feet numbing
set in cold stone
( Old habits die hard.. )
I was all dressed in silence
( Hollow )
tonguing stitches on my lips
as the dial tone clicked on
( ...let it fall... )
Reset
& move on
That needle & thread waits
( Til the next time.. )
as I felt my feet numbing
set in cold stone
( Old habits die hard.. )
I was all dressed in silence
( Hollow )
tonguing stitches on my lips
as the dial tone clicked on
( ...let it fall... )
Reset
& move on
That needle & thread waits
( Til the next time.. )
831 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2010 5:48am
30th Jan 2010 5:48am
Drunk & Selling Nintendos At 12 pm
Dead are thoughts wet with static
Empty bottles echoing silence
He searched for solace
lost in the translation of "happiness"
Thinking it really does come in pill form
or whatever pseudo dreams he could chop & snort
It numbs faster that way
when you're always fiending for the next distraction
Medicating misery
& calling a casket your home
( R.I.P. Chris )
Empty bottles echoing silence
He searched for solace
lost in the translation of "happiness"
Thinking it really does come in pill form
or whatever pseudo dreams he could chop & snort
It numbs faster that way
when you're always fiending for the next distraction
Medicating misery
& calling a casket your home
( R.I.P. Chris )
946 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2010 7:55am
28th Jan 2010 7:55am
Chlorpromazine & The Off-colour Of My Dis.ease
I found myself shifting a little left of centered
watching the sky ignite
The night is damp with paranoid self-victimization
twisting my thoughts
distorting my visions
of false prophets
& fallen angels
See me play God of this dying world
( Under a lurid smile, crooked )
& make the mountains kneel
( The floods are coming.. )
The martyr will burn for her canvas
The poet
for her art
( Save me.. )
watching the sky ignite
The night is damp with paranoid self-victimization
twisting my thoughts
distorting my visions
of false prophets
& fallen angels
See me play God of this dying world
( Under a lurid smile, crooked )
& make the mountains kneel
( The floods are coming.. )
The martyr will burn for her canvas
The poet
for her art
( Save me.. )
868 reads
1 Comment
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