tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39963062011-04-21T16:49:33.612-07:00Me From My WordsWhat I write when I'm someone else. What I think when I'm me.
Short stories. Poetry. Random insights. And other stuff.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1130891445881759462005-11-01T16:30:00.000-08:002005-11-01T16:30:45.896-08:00When you see her, you marvel. You see the purity of her, the honesty. And you think it is not lies that make her beautiful. It is clarity.But what you don't see are the whiffs of smoke surrounding her, nor the mirrors set at deliberate angles. What you see is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection, and on and on. What you see is distorted by the smoke she breathes, little fires Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1128444797872041182005-10-04T09:53:00.000-07:002005-10-09T18:54:08.160-07:00Your Smile When You Tore Me ApartSparkling angel, harmless child,And the "experiment" gone wild.More than blinded by faith,So I couldn't hearAll of the warnings,The signs were so clear.All of the angelsLed right to your doorThere's no escape now,No mercy no more.No remorse 'cause I still rememberThe smile when you tore me apart.Fallen angel, I couldn't seeYour dark intentions, your feelings for Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1125438293230348692005-08-30T14:44:00.000-07:002005-08-30T14:44:53.236-07:00They whisper in my ear or slide up my skin. Slink through my brain or flash in my eyes. Linger on my tongue or waft to my nose. I can hear them and feel them, think them, see them, taste them, smell them. Sometimes they desert me completely, leaving my heart barren, my soul broken, and me reaching out, desperately trying to sieze them. Sometimes they cover me, intruding upon every crevice, Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1115919823591027052005-05-12T10:41:00.000-07:002005-05-12T10:43:43.596-07:00Gale"Hush, little one," comes the whisper. It's the whisper of the wind through my hair, the gentle breeze playing with my skin, trying to wipe away the tear. "It is only a tear," says the air as it canters slowly past.Blow harder, wind. It'll take more than your soft carress to to dry up the ocean at my feet.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1115783768993604342005-05-10T20:52:00.000-07:002005-05-10T20:56:09.010-07:00The Kiss Meant GoodbyeBodies moving insatiably against each other,writhing in the heat of lust.Arms entwined, tangled in each other,struggling in the warmth of passion.My eyes are closed.His are wide open, staring.A withdrawl...From the fire of the morningto the winter of the nightso quickly!I saw the look in his eyes.This kiss meant goodbye.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1073324297749837742004-01-05T09:38:00.000-08:002004-01-05T09:39:55.903-08:00Everyone says when you hit the bottom, you have nowhere to go but up. That's true. But no one ever said you'd go anywhere. You'd be surprised how long you can stay at rock bottom.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1073324134533927362004-01-05T09:35:00.000-08:002004-01-05T09:37:12.716-08:00Deep inside
(Where nobody goes)
A small
(Homicidal)
Voice
Says "Kill Him"
The offense is a minor one
I think.
"Kill Him"
~The blade was quick
But I think he suffered. ~Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1073324007469719712004-01-05T09:33:00.000-08:002004-01-05T09:35:05.686-08:00my attempt at a haiku
Poetry motion
Words marching across the page
I march with them, too.
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1073323943520692152004-01-05T09:32:00.000-08:002004-01-05T09:34:01.746-08:00"Jump" they cry.
And I do.
But we all know
my parachute
is
broken.
So why do I jump?
Because it's
the last thing
anyone would
expect.
Including myself.
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1073323728394065132004-01-05T09:28:00.000-08:002004-01-05T09:30:27.090-08:00 Don't Try
Don't try to lie to me,
When I need truth.
Don't try to hold on to me,
When I need room.
Don't try to smile at me,
When I'm depressed.
Don't try to love me,
When I'm a mess.
Don't try to show reality,
When I'm entrenched in fantasy.
Don't try to keep me,
When I'm letting you go.
Don't try for me,
Just give up.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1069101132239769452003-11-17T12:32:00.000-08:002003-11-17T12:32:45.246-08:00Chocolate
I am
rich full strong
like chocolate
your favourite flavour
You could
you have
spend
spent
hours
tasting me
devouring me
swallowing my very essence
my every crease
every swirl of my fudge
every ripple of my variety
dark milk caramel white
bittersweet
sometimes sour
Only I could fulfill you
satisfy your sweet tooth
satiate your irresistable cravings
your unquenchable desires
Only I, onlyCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1068127894001261342003-11-06T06:11:00.000-08:002003-11-06T06:11:52.483-08:00I touch her
Slowly, gently
Caress her hair, lightly brush my fingers down her smooth neck
Her pale skin quivers, and I do not know if it is with anticipation or fear.
Her eyes find mine
And I see something there
I see me
in her heart, in her soul
I see me in her body, the way she wants me
I kiss her
softly, carefully
with no force,
trying not to intrude,
trying to determine her lust
or lack Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1065921254178637432003-10-11T18:14:00.000-07:002003-10-11T18:14:14.240-07:00He is Master
The knife.
I revel in it. The gentle touch of it against my skin as He teases me, the more intense scratchings as He prepares to draw blood. The metal, cold at first, heats to the presence of my body, and I miss its chill. Then it bites and the warm red fluid spreads out from its sting. It bathes me in its essence, and I am cleansed. He brings His lips to the source, tasting me, Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1065103669885714702003-10-02T07:07:00.000-07:002003-10-02T07:07:49.980-07:00Tell Me You Love Me
I lap it up
my sweet ambrosia
divine wine
holy water
my drug of choice.
I crave it
more than air
more than food
or shelter.
Pour it over me
let me taste it
drink it
drown in it
bathe in its substance.
Let its form wash over me
seeking out even the most hidden of crevices
and filling them to full
to bursting.
Once more and I'll explode
Again.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1064561419842787852003-09-26T00:30:00.000-07:002003-09-26T00:30:19.733-07:00Little Girl
Little girl with a chip on her shoulder
Little girl with a burden on her back
So young to be so jaded
Little girl...
You wanted to believe
in everything they told you.
You wanted to believe
that faerie tales and god were true.
But after all you’ve been through
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1064561154140694352003-09-26T00:25:00.000-07:002003-09-26T00:25:54.080-07:00Hold My Hand
Pain.
Actual physical pain.
A constant throbbing ache,
A sudden stabbing sting.
Fingers splayed,
Fists clenched,
Nails clawing the empty air.
Desperation,
Longing,
Something more intense than desire.
The vacant space
Begging to be filled.
A phantom,
A shadow,
A ghost.
A reality too distant to be real.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1064559052783321662003-09-25T23:50:00.000-07:002003-09-25T23:50:53.046-07:00There Are Times
There are times
when I'm awakening
or drifting off to sleep
or walking
or talking
or blinking
or drawing breath
There are times
when I can't not be in your arms
when I can't not be kissing you
or holding you
or looking at you
or with you in the same room
There are times
when the moon is full
or new
or harvest
or waxing
or waning
or eclipsed
There are times
when I can think of Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1064558584273322092003-09-25T23:43:00.000-07:002003-09-25T23:43:04.020-07:00Guenivere
Arthur was so far away
When Lancelot was near
Lancelot was not afraid
But Arthur held his fear
Arthur was too perfect
He'd reified her dream
But Lancelot was something else
And not quite what he'd seemed
She truly, truly loves the king
And will for all her life
Yet the knight is in there, too
Though she is not his wife
Because this woman loves them both
All Camelot is doomed
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-1062043738705116282003-08-27T21:08:00.000-07:002003-08-27T21:08:58.733-07:00The itsy bitsy spider...
Crawling through your mind,
You can feel its influence.
Lurking in dark corners,
Ready to POUNCE!
At a moment's notice.
Or with no notice at all.
Blame it on the spider
Your actions
Blame it on the spider
Your words
Blame it on the spider
Your thoughts
Blame it on the spider
He grins maliciously at the attentionCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-951735962003-06-01T19:35:00.000-07:002003-06-11T08:31:15.000-07:00I wonder where we're going
As I look at where we've been
The distance
Stretching
Between the beginning and now
And what is now?
The end?
I wonder if you love me
As I look at how you did
The attention
Given
Between the beginnning and now
Has waned
And what now?
And what next?
And when?
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-905047042003-03-10T21:37:00.000-08:002003-03-10T21:37:12.060-08:00A flame
Licking, searing
Itself into nonexistence
Quietly
(As though hungry)
Consumes all it touches
Destroying its salvationCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-905042662003-03-10T21:27:00.000-08:002003-03-10T21:27:48.856-08:00A feather
Tugging, pulling
Itself upward
Gently
(In no hurry)
Floats to the ground
Defying gravityCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-892176632003-02-16T19:25:00.000-08:002003-06-27T20:49:33.130-07:00I'm Not You
A single raindrop
Falling
From the sky
Splashes
Into a puddle of the same
A single teardrop
Dropping
From your eye
Crashes
Into a puddle of the same
My tears do not follow
The storm is not here
I can't pretend to understand
I can pretend to sympathize
I can only let you know I care
And send you my loveCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-884150232003-02-02T00:27:00.000-08:002003-02-02T00:27:36.090-08:00Hell has opened up its doors and invited me to play,
Heav'n's gates are tightly closed, it doesn't want me today.
This choice was giv'n to many men, and only once to me,
Heaven to slave or hell to reign, and which more happily?Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-882504222003-01-29T21:01:00.000-08:002003-01-29T21:01:36.000-08:00The More Fool
I
You found everything you ever wanted
When you looked into her eyes.
So eager to believe her,
You ate up all her lies.
You just smiled and nodded
When she said the rain was snow,
But now you've finally caught her
And one of you will have to go.
You thought she'd be your perfect one,
You thought you'd call this "love".
She left your heart in shattered pieces,
Left you to rage at Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-882499992003-01-29T20:52:00.000-08:002003-01-29T20:53:14.000-08:00_Can you ever forgive me?
~What did you do?
_Please say you'll forgive me.
~I don't know what you did.
_I can't tell you. Forgive me?
~I need to know what you did.
_It will only kill you. Forgive me?
~Please. What did you do?
_The unforgivable.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-879495262003-01-24T02:13:00.000-08:002003-01-24T02:13:12.370-08:00The weather grows colder
as
children grow older
and
the fires die down to a glow
but
if we remember
that
late in december
the
fireworks pop by for a showCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-872139702003-01-10T03:54:00.000-08:002003-01-10T03:54:59.380-08:00When You Already Know the End at the Beginning
You're still shocked when what you knew would happen doesCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-872138462003-01-10T03:48:00.001-08:002003-01-10T03:51:55.000-08:00A Whole and Perfect Heart
Has never loved
Has never lost
Has never bled
Has never died
Has never had to pick up the pieces it can see
And then move on, leaving most of itself behind
Is not mine-my imperfectionCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-872138452003-01-10T03:48:00.000-08:002003-01-10T03:48:52.700-08:00The Cruelest Joke of All
my life
or lack thereofCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-866220672002-12-28T03:36:00.000-08:002002-12-28T03:36:51.000-08:00When Will I Learn?
The door is locked
The windows are barred
As am I
From entering
What is inside this house?
What am I being kept from?
I pick up a rock to break the glass...
and realize that what's inside is not for me
and I run away in horror
Knowing I'll come upon another locked house
and pick up that rock again.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-861588062002-12-17T01:52:00.000-08:002002-12-17T01:52:34.350-08:00Good-Bye
Waking in an empty room
I cry myself to sleep...
Lonely howling at the moon
Always makes me weep...
Painful razor, slashing cut
Then I freely bleed...
Yet the door is firmly shut
Nothing quits my need...
You, whom I have never met
Laugh at me (in spite?)...
It must be easy to forget
A far off stranger's plight...
Room still empty, no one here
To wake me from this dream...
No one close orCandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-859702942002-12-13T16:42:00.000-08:002002-12-13T16:43:05.000-08:00I Am
I am the one who creeps
Up behind you in the dark.
I am what you really fear
From the stranger in the park.
I am what you cannot see
When you close your eyes.
I am what you hear behind
All the shrieks and cries.
I am why you look away
When you see someone in pain.
I am why you tell yourself
You're the only one who's sane.
I am why the lights are on
When you're all alone.
I am why you cannot Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-858825472002-12-11T23:20:00.000-08:002002-12-11T23:20:07.060-08:00Mourn
Waking on a chilly morn,
Saw too much deserving scorn.
No one deserves to be born.
Life's a punishment.
Looking 'round me not to see,
But to somehow comfort me.
Yet, alas, was not to be.
Life's a punishment.
Still it makes me want to cry,
Seeing it's no use to try.
Always thinking, wond'ring why?
Life's a punishment.
What did I, to merit this,
Life so void of desired bliss?
No single hit, Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-857211972002-12-09T02:37:00.000-08:002002-12-09T02:37:44.196-08:00Something Almost Human
I feel nothing; empty pit
Seems like life is full of shit.
Emotions (insects) swirlilng 'round me.
Trying (failing) haven't found me.
Reaching (grasping) cannot touch.
Smiling (crying) still too much.
Hoping (longing) somehow still...
Thinking (knowing) never will.
Should (yes, should) but cannot yet.
Could (no, can't) too much to bet.
Shield (protect) me from this storm,
Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-857208232002-12-09T02:19:00.000-08:002002-12-09T02:19:57.560-08:00I'm more confused than scared now and since the terror is overwhelming, I wonder how the confusion finds room.Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-857203532002-12-09T01:56:00.000-08:002002-12-09T02:06:35.000-08:00The Perfect Princess
"Hello world, and all you beautiful creatures walking upon it," called the princess as she flung open her window and stretched her arms into the sunshine. A bluebird whistled at her and she laughed. The day was perfect; only perfectly white, cotton candy clouds hung in the sky, and none of them covered the beaming sun.
The Princess turned around to prepare herself for the Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996306.post-854714682002-12-03T23:42:00.000-08:002002-12-05T06:23:37.000-08:00A knight without rayne doesn't rust. (Test Entry)Candihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14905008638681787309noreply@blogger.com