Candie: Favorites

Jan 2014 Candie

Allen Wilbert

I Just Called To Say I Hate You

You broke my very fragile heart,
blood on the wall, looks like art.
Sometimes I hang up when I call,
I will beg for mercy, I'd even crawl.
Yes, I'm under a restraining order,
many times, I crossed that border.
I just called to say I hate you,
killing is now what I pursue.
I hate your eyes, I hate your nose,
hate your fingers, hate your toes.
You said we'd last forever,
then you slept with my friend Trevor.
We got into a great big fight,
you stormed out that very same night.
I just called to say I hate you,
sometimes plans, just fall through.
Now I'm colder than cubes of ice,
I'm on you like white on rice.
I stalked you for about a week,
neighbors thought I was a creepy freak.
Twice you had me arrested,
a trial is what I requested.
I just called to say I hate you,
you have no idea, what I plan to do.
I can't help, that I keep calling,
I'm still begging, I'm still crawling.
I just can't get you out of my mind,
I'm always just two steps behind.
Went to the store and bought a knife,
if you can't be mine,
then you'll be nobodies wife.
I just called to say I hate you,
I fed the homeless, I called it ***** stew.

Jan 2014 Candie

The Cop

Jan 2014 Candie

Allen Wilbert

The Cop

The Cop

I'm a cop walking the beat,
about to retire with hurt feet.
followed a man who looked suspicious,
from the size of his gun, I knew he was vicious.
He went inside a hotel lobby,
acting all bossy and ******.
He took hostages, except for me,
I shot him dead and set them free.
That's the old fashioned American way,
plus I'm a cop, who wants his pay.
Next night I heard a woman scream,
getting ***** as he tried to spill his cream.
I also shot him dead,
for saving her, she gave me head.
All because I'm a good cop,
I offered to use the mop.
I shoot people who sell drugs,
their just useless stupid thugs.
I shoot first, question are for later,
my gun would **** the largest alligator.
Next night followed a woman, inside a store,
she was shoplifting, I thought maybe she was poor.
Followed he into her fancy car,
I shot that stealing rock star.
Got in some trouble on that one,
a cops job is never done.
Next night followed a molester,
following a young boy,
offering candy and a shinny new toy.
Saw him stalking in the park,
but I'm a cop, who's not afraid of the dark.
Took my shot, while he was watching,
it was the boys dad, I saw falling.
Retired early without a pension,
should have taken that course in safety prevention.

Jan 2014 Candie

owl you need is sleep.

Jan 2014 Candie

Alysia Michelle

owl you need is sleep.

Two am sleep habits are tough to break
"I'll go to bed early" I say
Yet here I am
Awake
The witching hour has yet to come
And I'll never wake up before the sun.

Jan 2014 Candie

What I bet

Jan 2014 Candie

Morgan sb

What I bet

I bet
She makes you laugh
Until your sides hurt and you can't breathe
I bet
Your head was spinning when you kissed her
And every time after that
I bet
She feels safe in your arms and when her hand is in yours
I bet she makes you smile, even just hearing her name
I bet she's nothing like me
Not like me at all
I couldn't make you laugh,
And the thought of us together made you appalled
It would have never happened you and I
I bet
We would have hated each other
I bet
Our kisses would be forced and cold
I bet
I would have grown to like your hand in mine
I bet we would have never lasted
But, I know I would have loved it anyway

Jan 2014 Candie

Calender Girls

Jan 2014 Candie

Allen Wilbert

Calender Girls

Calender Girls

Miss January, keeps me very warm,
make me glad, that I was born.
Miss February, covers me from snow,
oh man, can she really blow.
Miss March, knows her wrong from right,
never had a *****, so **** tight.
Miss April, is a famous **** star,
she likes to take things a bit to far.
Miss May, gives me an all day smile,
all month long, we walk the mile.
Miss June, looks good in Daisy Dukes,
I'm waiting on the line of Bo's and Luke's.
Miss July, blows me a birthday kiss,
she likes to hold it while I ****.
Miss August, wears a bikini thong,
then we smoke a big fat ****.
Miss September, wears a back to school skirt,
not sure if she even owns a shirt.
Miss October, likes to trick or treat,
her body tastes oh so sweet.
Miss November, lets me fill her turkey with stuffing,
at first I thought she might be bluffing.
Miss December, likes to sit on my lap,
her sweet ***, I like to slap.
I love, I love, I love my calender girls,
triplets with the youngest one in curls.
I love my calender, that hangs on my wall,
it makes my ***** stand so tall.
Even though it's all my imagination,
my train always leaves the station.

Jan 2014 Candie

Feel

Jan 2014 Candie

brooke

Feel

I can't remember the last time I touched your face
But I can feel your cheekbones digging into my mind like the feeling of taking a shovel
hollowing out my own grave to lie in
When was the last time I was able to run my fingers through your hair?
Untangling hair is easy, but I haven't yet found anything
to get out the knots in my stomach
If someone asked me what color your eyes were, I couldn't tell them
But I could explain just how it felt when they looked into mine
Like when you look into the sun and are blinded by its immense beauty, so blinded
you can't see the inevitable damage it inflicts upon every pore
Except I haven't yet found anything to protect myself from your stare
What if my skin burns before you can feel it again
And how will you feel if you're too bright that I can't look anymore?
You might begin to miss the fact that nobody can look at you the way I do
before you even realize I can
And I could tell them how you felt when mine looked into yours
despite the fact that you can't
Because you don't know what it's like to feel something other than your own fear
But I'm not afraid of you anymore, I have no fear
I have some hope you can have, it's been growing for quite some time
And I may have some more strength left, although dealing with you feels like
running to a destination that doesn't exist
I'm tired of being selfish and hogging all the feelings
And I think I'll share
with you

Dec 2013 Candie

babe

Dec 2013 Candie

GC

babe

my breath smells like whiskey,
my clothes smell like smoke,
you told me i smell like i could use a ride home.

driving, driving.
you passed my road.
no, babe, it's up here, I know where to go.
don't call me that, don't, don't.
where are you going?
then the car slowed.

my parents will call soon,
where is my phone?
you dropped it on the floor, babe, right by your toes.
i can't find it, where is it?
they'll think i'm alone.
you've got me with you, babe, don't fuss,
I'll get you home.

what are you doing?
babe, I’m just stopping for a smoke.
you light your 100s
but i just want to go home.
babe, it's hot, why don't you take off your clothes?
please, please. don't,

don't.

would you put out your cigarette?
i'm going to smell like smoke.
you were smoking all night, babe, I don't like your tone.
why are you unbuckling? can't you just go?
shut up, babe, will you? don't you want to get home?

my pleas, so muted and alone,
screamed at you to stop while i inhaled your cologne.
your body was warm, intentions hard as stone,
you unzipped my shorts,
your hands were ice cold
and sent paralyzing shivers down to my bones.
i wanted you to stop but how could you have known?
you never gave me a chance to tell you
that i just wanted to go home.

Dec 2013 Candie

GASPING FOR SOME AIR

Dec 2013 Candie

Traveler

GASPING FOR SOME AIR

Falling from grace she can't erase
Years of worry from her pretty face
Elegant eyes wrinkled and tired
But ageless beauty never expire

I've gotten used to being alone
But I miss you like hell when I get ******
Heavy is my heart when I dream of you
But thats ok 'cuz I'm always blue

In my case she's seen my true face
The highly intellectual basket case
It's as if she leaves me time and again
I hold my breath as long as I can

It's not so easy to pretend
When you're on the outside looking in
Yet truth is I really care
And now I'm gasping for some air....

Re: FROM JUNE

Dec 2013 Candie

Scars

Dec 2013 Candie

Jade M Matelski

Scars

Dear Jade,

1. Your mother called you curvy. You mistook it for fat. A permanent reminder in your thigh.

2. The night he broke you. You perceived his uncontrollable lust as a result of your drunkenness. This was punishment.

3,4,5. Food. A scar for every one hundred calories you consumed that day.

6. The result of a suicide attempt. All the bleach in the world couldn't clean this mess.

7. Your plant died. When it did, a part of you died with it. I think you were just looking for a reason to fall apart.

8. Your grandmother died and you didn't cry. This was a reminder you could still feel.

9. FAT again. You gained three pounds and your jeans almost fit.

10. Probably needed stitches. You just wanted to see some blood.

11. Your scars were fading. You couldn't bear to see them go. Start over.

It would take me a lifetime to write the reasons behind every one of your scars.
Please. Let this be enough.
Let me enough. Love me.