I pretend you are there
when the world shows its cold belly
when loved ones become enemy
I reach for your solace in need
forgetful when happy, without equal reason
ill prepared for falling we climb as Icarus, nearer to sun
without parachutes too often startled into early grave
those who do not command their outcome
I believed you when you said I am safe within your arms
this world of ours inviolate
but they were just words
like this is just water mixed with blood and wine
spotting the clean sheets in which I lie
taking my time to die
now that I am alone
just one more soul who cannot
bear the taste of this world without
you
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Beautiful
Wonderful
Loved it!
Heartbreaking and beautiful!
Loneliness captured in words…
White sheets, blood and wine, there’s something almost biblical about this. Primal pain and loss.
Never never leave me . . .
OK?
OK!
Michael J, slowly dying
SMiLes.. my friEnd.. Candy..
the touch of two legs
early in the morning..
one older and furry
one smooth
and never
aging..
No.. not
dominating
sexual but soft
touch that has no
distance.. space or
time.. the warm and
fuzzy feeling of love that
never ages that lives
in old age
and
never
ages when real..
and perhaps the beyond
saddest part of all is when that
smooth leg of eternal youth touches
the fur of middle age and the beast that
was love became empty as a beast of numb
and i had it all and i had it none.. as Love is
essence and never
form alone
of a
middle
aged furry
leg and a smooth
one that never ages
shaved close and loved
as much smooth or peach
fuzz too.. and when i go to the
bar and hear the young men talk about
women.. raised with only form of porn never finding
heARt that warms a soul and heart and spirit in oldest
age of
essence
spiRit
heaRt
soUL young..
tHeRE IS A death
thEre that may never be
gained as liGht as LiFE that
never ages as Love.. and sure.. as that
Love potential left me in neurochemical
and organic way for 66 long months without
the human furry smooth feeling loving touch..
i know where skyscrapers with labels and neon
God’s come from.. they come from a Love that no longer
exists.. i know where 10 Million dollar homes come from that
seLL God as Love as making bigger bucks.. they come from a Love
that no longer exists as free flesh and blood touch feely taste smell that
never
growS
old..
no distance..
no space.. no time..
no age.. so.. Happy Valentine’s
day.. my friend.. Candice.. the feathered
Sleep with Hugs of Love that never age..:)
Indeed…loneliness captured in words.
Magnificent and breathtaking, Poetess. 💜
As always, you write heartache with crystalline beauty.
So everyone here is commenting on the beauty of your writing. But I am now worried about the writer more than the writing. How are you? How is your heart? I want to know if I am reading only fiction, or if you are expressing your own grief and loneliness. Because I know how that feels, all of this, and I want you to know that you are not alone. I wish you solace, and courage, and hope today.
This made my heart squeeze. An appropriate reaction for a painful write and yet so perfectly expressed. With awe… ❤
😢💐
Phenomenal as always Candice
I have known the emptiness of life.The unspoken word,as the clock chimes away and dawn appears once more to do battle with me. The stillness of time- and sheer volume of silence deafens me. A heart crushed and tossed to one side.The girl from Jupiter has reached out with love and warmth- by passing your writing and asking about you. It is beautiful to see another person do this. This is the gushing rivers of life- when someone else can dive into your experience- and swim with you back to the shores of safety. So easy to just shout-” it’s ok you can do it keep swimming” So often we send our responses across – and we don’t actually feel anything. I have been down the dark abyss of life- and at times I thought I would never ever make it out.. All I needed was communication- something we all lack in this now modern world we scramble around in.. We can find our self in a quagmire of despair and loneliness- and we wonder how we are expected to cope with life. I
……. I am thankful that you are alive period……..I ask my self though why I do write this blog…. I am unable at this moment give a clear answer. But I will say this for every one of us writing- its not pats on the backs w eneed, or to be told always how brilliant we are or not in some cases. We can read many blogs- and jus tchoose the one to respond to without to much effort. For me its about the person who is relating… I am going to read as many blogs as I can- and do my best to at least respond. I am not here for my own identity- I am here because I thought by writing – I could mee tsome fantastic people who care, think, love and reach out- AND I HAVE !!!! THANK YOU.
EXCUSE MISTAKES…… CIAO.
I pray that soon you are taking time to live! Je t’aime. 🙂 ❤
Disillusionment is so heartbreaking
“Ill prepared for falling” is beautiful here yet also describes each of us every day. I’ve never been prepared for my falls and doubt I ever will be! Thank you!
Thanks Rick.
ain’t it thou?
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I couldn’t elucidate further, the words just wouldn’t adequately explain.
No need my lovely friend ♡♡
You do heartbreak like nobody else
My best response to this lovely compliment is you do hot fiction equally 😉
Beautifully raw! Brought up some emotions.. I haven’t allowed myself to feel many good emotions as of late. Thank you.
Haha as if!
(I love that phrase)
Dearest one, I know that feeling very well and it is very hard – do not give up on yourself – know that you matter and others care – life can be awfully hard but you are worth a lot and never forget that. It is very hard to feel good emotions when you feel broken but I send you hope that you will – because you so deserve to. xo
Thank you so much for your kind words. 💜
You are more than welcome because it is my pleasure lovely girl xo
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This is lovely Candice, and especially poignant for me today as I say farewell to someone very dear to me. Thank you.
I’m really sorry to hear that Phil and my thoughts are with you my friend. I hope you are hanging in there, that sounds really tough. Big hug. xo
I have a hard time expressimg my enthusiasm for your work. You seemed to have been touched by the hidden hand. I cower in the face of such brilliance. I am looking forward to reading your new book, one day I will have the courage to ask you some questions about your work. I have read Jarring numerous times.
Jasper, from you that’s a brand I want to keep searing in my eye. Thank you so much. Don’t cower though, there are so many who adore your work myself included recent arrival 😉 late but not too late. Always have courage, I have some but not much, we should stand together in our disinclination for norms. xo (thank you) (PS Jarring is old stuff mostly, the newest will be out in March email me your addy I’d be so glad to send you one to thank you)