Sickness is my latest Paramore
She is more attentive
Less fickle
She sticks like late season honey to the insides of my fever dream
A purple moth with nectarine probiscis
She hears my chest rise and fall
Like carefully tilted chess pieces
Will release balance and find
Greater purchase in uneven defeat
Yet
I remain undefeated
As if by whim
A last horrah
Like a Rosy cheeked girl with retrouse buttocks
Tips her mirth at the crowd
Who in unisen rise
Fat, thin, butter fingered and pianist
To cheer her abandon
As I turn my hot cheeks your way
Facing one another in the skeleton of dawn
I see your need of me
So insate and thundering
And though selfish mayhaps
I entreat
Pick another
I spent much time unraveling
Yet I remain
Stubborn and glassy eyed
A drunk patient of witchery
Somebody without many pockets
Containing Combs and honey
Yet my lips are sweetened by the shape
So simple and elongated
Of one more turn
On this thin ice
I bring
Few coins and less
Courage than a child
But if you release me
I will have
Remembered yet …
How to skate
TheFeatheredSleep 
Have missed you dearly Candice. Know that you are often in my thoughts and that I am holding you in the light.
A nice write and welcome back
Love this
This is amazing Candice, I have missed you!
This. THIS. Oh my God, you never fail to amaze me, woman xx
You possess far more courage than most of the people I know in this world. I miss you and love you very much. ❤ All my best, Shieldmaiden.
Oh, I love this and you ❤️
Nice to find your post!
Beautiful
Love this piece! Wondered where you’d gone. You’ve been missed, my dear. 😊
♡ ❤ ♡
Heart-touching, soul searching, tears of truth roll on to my pillow.
You have been on my mind and heart of late so much. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I was to see this! Sending you much love, blessings and healing xxxxx
Welcome back Candice it hasn’t been the same. I hope you are OK first off and if not please get better soon. Love the Rosy cheeked girl with retrousse buttocks.
I’ve missed you lots! This is quite the fight-song. I like it!
I know this one entry since your last probably was a struggle for you health wise… if you need anything let me know…hear for your dear…
Your poem was piercing …. and not in a good way…. feel for you ….
xo all my energy to you ..take it..
This is beautiful but so sad and tired. Take it easy. Your weariness is obvious. We’ll all still be hear when you’re fully recovered.
Oh Candice, I keep hoping you’re better, finding some relief. You’ve been in my thoughts every day and will continue to be. Sending love – I’ll try to email you soon. ❤️
I missed your writings. Thank you for this. Glad you are back. You can beat this!
Haunting and ethereal…….
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
I’m keeping you in my thoughts, dearest one.
This is a super-beauty of a poem.
Honey I would love you still even if you became an ugly old hag which you will NEVER EVER be! This is one of the BEST things you have ever written and it spells courage over and over again. You will make it through this and then baby watch out world because here comes one of the greats, personally and artistically!!! Don’t you ever give up or give in. The Lord has you in His sights and He will bring you out and through this for His glory! Je t’aime, Natalie 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
It’s great to hear your voice again C.
So relieved to read this poignant piece. It is quite amazing that, not much more than an hour ago, I e-mailed you because I was so concerned – then you answer with brilliance
The answer to the questions in the photo is yes! Candice I hope you are ok, it has been so long, by the way, marvelous piece like always, I always get lost in your words, I missed that feeling
SMiLes.. my friEnd.. sTiLL yes
a friEnd Candice for a rather extended
ride as online goes.. thefeatheredsleep..
for those of us who go to Hell on Earth we
find a common ill and treasure the fact
that at our lowest point for whatever
ill it is we are just
alone allone
in DaRk
or LiGht
as other
connections
meanings and purposes
come and do go in life.. still
‘they’ say that ‘God’ does not
put more on your plate at one
time of now but perHaps they
forget the Story of ‘Job’ for
it is true the totally
innocent go to and
Stay too in Hell
on Earth now too..
for anyone who sees
further than their polished
Up Shoes and Towers and
stuff like that.. best thing of all now
all as i lost my smell since around
Spring now and the Solar Eclipse as
what i was hoping was is a Happy Eclipse
And Fortune Cookie for World Love as my Desire
then brought not only Hurricanes but Earth Quakes
and a Doomsday Sweet Sick Smell lingering on.. now
and Fires and even A Psychopathic leaning dude
with automated gun fixes to kill more and nah
not just one of this or that more than one
Earth Quake.. 10 Hurricanes in a row
as Record too latest one even in
Ophelia Route with 80 Mph
Winds to Ireland too..
yes.. as reliably
predicted by
climate
change
experts
now2
as ‘they
say too
Ophelia is
was the Lover
of Hamlet who
went insane as
a result then of his
irrational behavior
and in Greek the
Name means ‘Help’..
yes.. additionally now
wild fires that continue
to burn/kill.. O’yes.. Ms.
Swift now is correct and
add in the ingredients of
Climate Change and not only
do we have bad blood we have
look what you made Nature do true..
as more of the Climate Change Predictions
continue to come true in the dark spice now that
adds ingredients to more death and destruction now..
but of course what matters when one is sick to death is
mostly surviving if they can and will and nothing else.. what
is in Hell is nothing nothing at all where even pain is welcome
and nothing nothing at all can be found in feel or sense.. and even
if you have a friend.. a wife who loves you there is an opaque window
that feels and senses nothing at all if you are lucky too enough to feel
pain at all.. no.. i cannot imagine your pain but as they say my friend still
in the Beatle’s Song ‘will you still love me at 64’.. i will love you at 64 even if you
are as sick(er) as you are now.. thing is for i must be strong enough as i do kNoW FeeL SenSE
that it is just as important to Love those who have nothing left to give back at all.. at all.. nothing….@ALL
Love iS EvenTuAlly thaT iS THE Savior that says we are Human after all.. other than that hope you feel better..:)
Alan Watts tells us there is no black or white, there is black and there is white. We cannot hope to remain in one place, in a state of white or black eternally… we will fade in and out … that is paradox to our humanity!
Lovely. From someone who is disabled it is a smoothly poetic vision of illness
Because it’s not in your bones to give up… I don’t think it ever will be:
“She sticks like late season honey to the insides of my fever dream
A purple moth with nectarine probiscis
She hears my chest rise and fall
Like carefully tilted chess pieces
Will release balance and find
Greater purchase in uneven defeat
Yet
I remain undefeated”
You’re writing through it all–it’s beautiful that you are and I hope you can continue.
Thank you. I never wish anyone to go thru disability or severe illness until you have, you don’t know how soul destroying it can be, yet also so much courage and resilience. I wish you the best health realistically possible and appreciate you reading 💓
I’m surviving, thanks to the loyalty of real friends. Thanks.
Thanks.
I wrote you back too 😉 thank you for being one of the good ones.
I wish I could do more for you, feel like my words are not enough and that makes me sad.
🙂
Such a brilliant and heartfelt poem sis.
I’m so happy and glad your back. I was worried about you and thinking about you.
I text you and wrote you by e-mail. Hope I hear from you by e-mail. Miss you sis. Please keep in touch.