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 Nov 2013 Candie
Mikaila
The Woman
 Nov 2013 Candie
Mikaila
I wonder about this woman inside me, who gazes out,
Unimpressed.
I call myself a girl,
But there is no mistaking her for one.
Somewhere inside me, she is always quietly keeping tabs.
Watching, learning, predicting.
And see, she doesn't care.
Not at all.
While I am tossed to and fro in a maelstrom of tangled feelings,
She sits calm, blasé.
She has all the artful poise
Of an old time movie actress taking a drag on her cigarette in its holder
And letting her exquisite face remain aloof.
Every heartbreak that wrecks me
Barely merits a glance from her,
And I wonder what she is here for.
I really do.
See, love, I adore you
And many others I adore far more
But this woman, this cold eyed graceful woman
With slender wrists
And a penchant for raising only one eyebrow
In response to even the most shocking blow,
She couldn't care less about
Any of you.
I don't know why she is here, I truly don't.
But I do know this-
I rather crave, sometimes, the stillness in her heart.
There is a calm there that is
Unflappable
Unshakable
Unwavering.
Yes, I will lose you,
And so what?
Through her eyes people are only
Things to be lost.
Things that will fade out,
Wear out,
Get out
While they can,
And it matters not.
It is a delicate shrug
And nothing more.
The world is a yawn to her
Where it is a stab wound to me
And I admire her apathy
Almost as much as I fear it.
 Oct 2013 Candie
soul in torment
Blood stained pillows

makes
for tainted dreams

and

waking nightmares
That's enough of this for one night better cheer up my poetry
 Oct 2013 Candie
Allen Wilbert
Boobs
 Oct 2013 Candie
Allen Wilbert
*****

I like *****, I like ****,
before you touch, you must get permits.
Nothing like a nice pair of assets,
oh how puppies make nice pets.
Bazongas are ***** that are large,
strippers and hookers, will always charge.
Nothing like the perfect *****,
but only on the perfect woman.
******* are yummy dark or white,
but first you must wait for an invite.
Some girls even have a third ******,
do not squeeze says Mr. Whipple.
I don't mind girls on the itty, bitty, ***** committee,
on a carpenters dream, I show no pity.
They could be called a bust, some call them cans,
a woman's squeeze box, all men are fans.
Chesticles is a term I have never heard,
but everyday, I learn a new word.
I like cones, I like jugs,
girls with big ones, I give hugs.
Al Bundy loved calling them *******,
at the restaurant, I wish I was one of the recruiters.
A girl with a nice set of knockers,
might find herself with unwanted stalkers.
Fergie sang about her lovely lady lumps,
a good set of melons, still give me goose bumps.
***** always come in a pair,
why do bra's, they have to wear.
Even men who smoke lots of crack,
still can appreciate a good sized rack.
I don't care if there fake or real.
in a crowded room, I always cop a feel.
Girls love showing off some cleavage,
I wish I lived in a ***** village.
Babies need breast milk to make them stronger,
if the mom is hot, they may do it longer.
In conclusion, I love *****,
with whipped cream or melting ice cubes.
 Oct 2013 Candie
Daisy C
Sometimes at night
I cant fall asleep
because I start to think
I know that it gets bad when
my brain wont even shut off.
I think of you.
I think of how we used to be.
The way we would talk.
It makes me feel lonely.
I shut my eyes and tell myself to
dream
because that's the only place were you are
With me.
But then I wake up and reach to only see that you're not there
and that's my sad reality....
 Oct 2013 Candie
Morgan
Alarm Clock
 Oct 2013 Candie
Morgan
I traded my home town
For a city who never met me

Found out "the past"
Isn't a place you can escape
It's a state of mind
You could leave it all
Behind,
Get up
And just drive
But the parts that
Are left in your head
Are the parts that will survive
And they will dance around your bed
Until your thoughts are dead

I wake up some mornings
And all I want to do is vanish
Into my sheets
So I sleep
And I sleep
And I sleep
For as long as I can
But I guess
There is just no amount of rest
That can cure you from feeling
Tired of your life
 Oct 2013 Candie
Tonya Cusick
Another face,
Another girl,
More legs,
More lips,
More ***,
More lust,
Mistaken for love,
and repeat.
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