The custard tasted rich and creamy, silky on my lips, just how I liked it.
This ethereal date, however, was not to my standards.
I would have been interested to see where this was going, but my business phone’s shrill ring rattled me awake; alas, a wrong number from Las Vegas.
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #282 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #145 – Dingle
dingle dell beckons
peaceful strolling through all times
within nature’s care
From Wikimedia Commons – Path through Dingle Dell, Gunby, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. Dingle Dell is a nature reserve. The railway passes through on a raised causeway which carries the footpath; on either side is a tangle of trees, bushes, and ivy at a lower level. The floor of the area is very wet with standing water for the most part.
Choose to soar or end up grounded. The in-between seems like a lackluster place to be, or is it?
it’s been many days
many months and many years
and I’ve traveled to many places
and met different faces
I could fly higher and soar farther.
it’s been fun and exciting
and wonderful, and oh really great
for it made me say, ” I made it through the rain”
I am proud of who I have become
I could fly higher and soar farther.
there was so much love
so much admiration
from people I’ve met
and I can’t be happier
I could fly higher and soar farther.
it’s been many days
many months and many years
and I’ve traveled to many places
and met different faces
I could fly higher and soar farther
but I’d like to stop the time
right here, right now
where you are
for if I ever fly again,
I’d soar the highest
with you
(not)present by Michael Murdoch
what is this
which functions ever
in rhythm
and beats out
the hours of each day ceaseless
to chime still anon
I feel it
I’m wasting away
passing time
I know, yet
motivation eludes me
I will never change
Redux
i always believe the truth
in the wrong moments
mentally giving credit
where it isn’t due
pre-applauding greatness
only to have it yield mediocrity
a momentary gain of security
a lifetime of confusion
hanging on by a thread
Originally published September 20, 2018 on I Write Her. Reposted with revisions.
Inspired by What do you see #188
the darkest moments
bring about the best adventures
with an inkling of light
we press on to greatness
Inspired by 12 words generated by RandomWordGenerator.com
Today had been a strain; my red eyes ached as I was jostled about in the taxi. Fear erupted in my body like a sudden loud noise.
My thoughts would not stop returning to the trial. They just had to acquit my husband. I didn’t question his innocence, although it made many friends hesitate to support him. How different everyone became towards us. But I didn’t owe them anything. They’ll see.
Finding someone to translate in the foreign prison was hard, but also for my baby to adjust to this current reality. He walked on eggshells, not to offend anyone.
reworking a piece
epiphany, must edit now
striving for perfect
your proclamations were lies
billowing constant torments to my psyche
you could have used a medical diagnosis
i needed medical intervention well into my adulthood
soothing came with age
the abatement of self-destruction
long in coming
self-worth returned
self-love administered
wholeness flourished
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #281 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #144 Good-natured
inviting secret
good-natured or sinister
what is the message
One thing you can be assured of, Candice will give you intensity in every read. Enjoy!
Body
I have abused you
when the day seemed eternal and the night longer
I threw myself into the ether and struck the match
body
I have loathed you
picking apart the various seams with the ingratitude of the well
complaining a luxury
body
I have shunned you
railed, swore, sucked in, brutalized with curses, prematurely ageing
the right for skin to breathe without shame
body
I have denied you
pleasure and equality, I wrote the rule book and it
held no regard for your right to be beautiful as you were
I said instead
you were thick trunked, imperfect,
unwanted, freckled, pallid, flabby, old
yogurt nobody wanted to eat when pancakes were at the table
I spent many years envying and giving away
years like dance cards
body
now you wear down, tired of my eternal scorn
you talk in collapses
here take that says sciatica
you think you can shun me? Says paining stomach
you can’t outrun your design, hisses genitals
we will drop you in it, whispers loosening skin
see if you live well then, without us, cries bone
remember the ten year old who has hidden
behind the folds tucked away
remember when you just ran out
dressed silly and not caring a jot
and the world was kind to you because you were a child
they didn’t point at your flaws
but gave you ice cream on the beach front
did you hate me then?
When did you learn to use dislike as a language?
Did it make you happy to?
Did you forget how to just be?
Who taught you to loathe so thoroughly?
Is hate the legacy you want to excel in?
And my hand holding the quill piercing skin.
Body
forgive me
even as it’s almost too late
and you bear the scars of my dismissal
my unkindness, my neglect, my fury
forgive me the error of not appreciating
you held me up
all these damn long years
more gracefully than I ever had
a right to
Sentences aren’t only written on paper
What do you resort to?
If you’re eaten inside out
And the garters of your guts pinch hollow cheeks
What do you resort to?
Listening to time perishing the rubber life raft keeping you afloat
Holes the size of mouths . Holes the size of mouths
A day is exhaustion
The gluttony of energy
Fragile in her deluge
She gives and takes like unstable drug
You watch the faces of those who should care
Because they’ve worked with you for years
Because they share your blood, your bed, your humanity
Still
Still you matter no more than
A stranger ordering tea will matter
The drink cooling in frigid hunger
For the next minute, the next chance
O to be seen without unkindness
You live in the cavitied mouth of people waiting for thrills
Cheap tricks
Expensive mistakes
Just excite me
Please, now, yes, harder
Be different, be worshipful, be erasable or fashionable
and if you can’t please us voraciously
If you’re just you, well then …
You, don’t thrill us one bit, you remind us
Of all the things we don’t like about ourselves
The wan face
The unbuttoned exhaustion
The pockets filled with stones readied for a-sinking
There’s nothing fucking new about you
We turn our eyes away, as we would
Our own reflection, a dog minding not the sharp
Whip of indifference
If you stand in the doorway like you did as a child
Waiting for tenderness
You’ll die standing there
As an old adult with sunken features
Trying to hack it in a cut throats world
Are you fucking kidding?
Even your mother doesn’t like you
What the fuck do you expect
Pariah
Hear the guitar, it sings your dirge
It is a horse and the night is a filigree tambourine
And you are a colander without holes
Whole without leaking
A spinning void unable to give birth
Counting your tarnish with slippery fists
You stand in hallways, wait for time to arch backward
Where you might be able somehow
Undo those wrong knots
Find the way you stop dying as you live
Feel whole without bones
The carpet of your skin a loose mask
That despite itself
Keeps slipping slipping slipping
I Write Her 
