Submissions by KandiceBush (Kandice Bush)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
H.A.L.T. ~ A Collection Of Poems For The Disordered Eater
"Bulimia Nervosa"
Last night I hit a breaking point
Sinking in my desperation
Gasping for balance
Choking on obscenities
That twist my perception
I saw a distorted reflection of myself
Cracking under the weight
& the pressure of my mind
"H.A.L.T."
Shattered fragments of mirrored self afflictions
Desperation
Self induced gagging on a false reality
I am remnants of a happier time
Fractured innocence
A healthier frame of mind
Now molding...
Last night I hit a breaking point
Sinking in my desperation
Gasping for balance
Choking on obscenities
That twist my perception
I saw a distorted reflection of myself
Cracking under the weight
& the pressure of my mind
"H.A.L.T."
Shattered fragments of mirrored self afflictions
Desperation
Self induced gagging on a false reality
I am remnants of a happier time
Fractured innocence
A healthier frame of mind
Now molding...
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1,024 Miles To Arizona
Anticipating contorting bittersweet sins
Lingering intellectual desires
A hunger for it
Pulsing inside me
Yearning for that unfathomable connection
Miles deep in my subconscious
Ravage me
While you siphon idealistic beliefs through my skin
In every fiber of my being
Fingers sliding
Grasping dampened, aching flesh
A melting fusion
Of lust
& submission
Lingering intellectual desires
A hunger for it
Pulsing inside me
Yearning for that unfathomable connection
Miles deep in my subconscious
Ravage me
While you siphon idealistic beliefs through my skin
In every fiber of my being
Fingers sliding
Grasping dampened, aching flesh
A melting fusion
Of lust
& submission
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The Graveyard Shift
I remember drowning in rivers of liquid apathy..
( My feeble attempts to swim away from this pain )
A feeling so devoid of emotion..
( & I claw frantically out of my grave )
( Dirt fills my lungs
only sinking further still.. )
Your silence speaks volumes.. deafened by the nothing..
& my skin bears the scars in the third degree
Savor the taste of the mute tongue behind your teeth
For your dialect is corrosive as you speak in poisons
Smiling as you watch as the pieces of me collapse in upon it's self
Destroying the...
( My feeble attempts to swim away from this pain )
A feeling so devoid of emotion..
( & I claw frantically out of my grave )
( Dirt fills my lungs
only sinking further still.. )
Your silence speaks volumes.. deafened by the nothing..
& my skin bears the scars in the third degree
Savor the taste of the mute tongue behind your teeth
For your dialect is corrosive as you speak in poisons
Smiling as you watch as the pieces of me collapse in upon it's self
Destroying the...
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His Name Was Ken
His lips forged a sarcastic sympathy
Painting a portrait of arrogance
While his brush spat strokes of a crimson stained regret..
Painting a portrait of arrogance
While his brush spat strokes of a crimson stained regret..
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The Ossuary
He spoke in riddles
That swam (contorting) in my mind
My tongue lay numb
As if it's begged to move for days
Teeth grinding behind my stale prosthetic smile
(My demon's laughter ensues..)
Cuz he crawled under my skin & I'm bleeding
In my lungs & I'm sinking
3 more shots & I'm drowning
In a gluttonous affinity for my own pain
My emotional scars
Ripped & torn
By the jagged edges of love's regret
& I scream at the stars
For cursing my mouth with the sour taste of deceit
As...
That swam (contorting) in my mind
My tongue lay numb
As if it's begged to move for days
Teeth grinding behind my stale prosthetic smile
(My demon's laughter ensues..)
Cuz he crawled under my skin & I'm bleeding
In my lungs & I'm sinking
3 more shots & I'm drowning
In a gluttonous affinity for my own pain
My emotional scars
Ripped & torn
By the jagged edges of love's regret
& I scream at the stars
For cursing my mouth with the sour taste of deceit
As...
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Writers Block ( A Poetic Coma )
Black ink taunts me as it drips
Smudging my lines
Smearing the words across my soul
You
Have
Nothing
Maybe if I dipped the quill in my own blood
The aftermath would bring solace..
(self sacrifice)
Here I offer up a part of myself
(for your viewing pleasure)
The broken pieces to the highest bidder
I am the (un)ob(servant) poet
A slave
& a master to the art
An artist
Starving for my (alphabet) soup
I am (a) em(pathetic) (attempt
at an intellectual piece (peace) of mind)...
Smudging my lines
Smearing the words across my soul
You
Have
Nothing
Maybe if I dipped the quill in my own blood
The aftermath would bring solace..
(self sacrifice)
Here I offer up a part of myself
(for your viewing pleasure)
The broken pieces to the highest bidder
I am the (un)ob(servant) poet
A slave
& a master to the art
An artist
Starving for my (alphabet) soup
I am (a) em(pathetic) (attempt
at an intellectual piece (peace) of mind)...
962 reads
5 Comments
& There Was Nonelouder
I am the way a forgotten lover breaks
Too blind to bow out grace(fully)
( Please.. sw(allow) me (to be) whole )
Beneath crumbling walls
Carved in this dying p(art) of me
I travel the length of a universe in his eyes
Falling on shattered remnants of my masochistic daydreams
Be still my bleeding heart
Time will cease its motion
As his voice echos through scarring frequencies in my mind
Searing himself into my subconscious
I am an origami spirit
The broken paper doll
(Submissive) in his hands
Copyright 2009...
Too blind to bow out grace(fully)
( Please.. sw(allow) me (to be) whole )
Beneath crumbling walls
Carved in this dying p(art) of me
I travel the length of a universe in his eyes
Falling on shattered remnants of my masochistic daydreams
Be still my bleeding heart
Time will cease its motion
As his voice echos through scarring frequencies in my mind
Searing himself into my subconscious
I am an origami spirit
The broken paper doll
(Submissive) in his hands
Copyright 2009...
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Funeral Dirge
Blame not my blind eyes
For the ruins I cast my gaze upon
do not splay the massacre of my heart
The bloody carnage
Twisted & mangled wreckage
thats left ( whats left? ) of my perception of love
& I swallow my tongue
for my teeth fail to catch
the heartbr(ache) painted in drying regret on my lips
they burn from this apathetic breath of m.in.e
Sinking in realms
of the stapled fragments in my distorted reality
With elegies curling up my spine
Carving into my mind...
For the ruins I cast my gaze upon
do not splay the massacre of my heart
The bloody carnage
Twisted & mangled wreckage
thats left ( whats left? ) of my perception of love
& I swallow my tongue
for my teeth fail to catch
the heartbr(ache) painted in drying regret on my lips
they burn from this apathetic breath of m.in.e
Sinking in realms
of the stapled fragments in my distorted reality
With elegies curling up my spine
Carving into my mind...
973 reads
8 Comments
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