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To finish a project is a positively impossible task at times. When it comes to writing, the idea of “done” is not an objective reality, but merely a shrugging of the shoulders, finally admitting that your last edit will have to be your last. You resign yourself to being undone, months, or even mere seconds – after, realizing you had that one perfect idea, one perfect phrase, that would have been perfect, and now it’s too late because you are “done”.
» Posted By Candice On 01.02.2016 @ 3:26 pm
‘”the struggle is real”
the struggle is not real for you
you don’t understand
stop taking our language
you ignorant cunt
stop taking our culture
and using it to look cool
stop taking our pain
and making us fools”
Is this how they really feel?
» Posted By Candice On 01.30.2014 @ 5:01 pm
i was wrong
i was reading
from every ‘candice’ ever on this site
that makes more sense
the tree is leveled
smaller branch, by maybe one inch
why is christmas so great anyway?
» Posted By Candice On 12.23.2013 @ 11:20 pm
i don’t know about anything leveled
all i know is
i don’t think i wrote everything on this account
i had to have been hacked
because somethings “I’ve” written
could have never come out of my brain
I’ve never been that brilliant
» Posted By Candice On 12.23.2013 @ 11:15 pm
i’ve always dreamed of being a celebrity
i’m studying theatre
but i know i’ll never get there
not at my weight
that’s a tad dramatic
» Posted By Candice On 12.19.2013 @ 11:32 pm
he takes my body in it’s entirety
for the first time
a body next to mine
» Posted By Candice On 12.14.2013 @ 7:47 pm
my grandpa played bluegrass music
for 40 years
he laid down his bass
gave me his guitar
he plays now
only 2 weekends a month
and hates the drive there
» Posted By Candice On 09.07.2013 @ 1:16 pm
he shot the footage from 10 feet away
the girl looked at him, and he said “look away”
“don’t look at the camera”
“pretend it’s not there”
but it wasn’t the camera
she was worried about
» Posted By Candice On 08.25.2013 @ 10:27 am
only criminals need stealth
and maybe some “good guys” too
i just thought some really self-deprecating thoughts
like i’m not good enough because i’ll never have stealth
and i can’t even
turn the thought
» Posted By Candice On 07.18.2013 @ 4:26 pm
the ever present watcher of years past
i spent so much time
trying to please you
to make myself “good”
then i finally found out
you weren’t real
and my entire world
» Posted By Candice On 07.01.2013 @ 7:40 pm
the sensation was instant
my first cigarette
i claim it to be my last
(but we’ll see)
in one instant
but what i don’t understand
» Posted By Candice On 06.30.2013 @ 9:09 am
the hit was instant
the truck smashed into me quickly
i don’t know how i’m still here
or how my body is below me
i didn’t think i’d be able to think after this
which made it pointless
» Posted By Candice On 06.29.2013 @ 10:55 pm
friend who’s lazy and nice
» Posted By candice On 06.22.2013 @ 4:31 pm
Don’t cry over spilled milk. It can’t be put back in the glass (well, at least not all of it, and it wouldn’t be anything you wanted to drink – ewww, milk that’s been on the floor/some person’s suspicious-looking counter top…). Move on, seriously, there’s better milk out there.
» Posted By Candice On 05.26.2013 @ 10:37 am
Truth. The word has a bite. It’s a smile with big, shiny white teeth. His truth is a sticky paint, like molasses in my mouth, a sickly sweetness revealing phoniness with each taste. An actor.
» Posted By Candice On 03.18.2013 @ 12:43 pm
Truth is a five letter word. His truth tastes like metal and chills my mind. I see a facade, I see Todd, I see acting all over his face. It shrouds him till there’s no light, no light.
» Posted By Candice On 03.18.2013 @ 12:41 pm
After all that I have been through at work lately, I have conjured up the courage to go back and show my boss that she cannot affect me. I have a great work ethic and do not intend on letting her get the best of me. I will continue to show up to work and do my best while looking for something else. I will not let her run me out without something to fall back on.
» Posted By candice On 03.02.2013 @ 3:41 am
You can destroy lots of things. You can destroy an old notebook. You can destroy a guitar. You can destroy your old television set. You can destroy your mood. You can destroy a heart. The list is endless. Theres another list that is endless too, how you destroy it.
» Posted By candice On 01.19.2013 @ 11:15 pm
i like to cook breakfast, especially pancakes. Cooking is fun especially when cooking sweet stuff like cookies, brownies, and cupcakes. I love to cook. I’m pretty good at cooking I guess..
» Posted By candice On 12.01.2012 @ 9:35 pm
libraries are dim and dark. sensual in the corners of the alleyways, books that line the streets, humans that navigate the fusty warmth of each corridor. I hope they exist forever.
» Posted By candice On 11.25.2012 @ 3:57 am
I was in a square. I’m not sure what this meant. I moved around, all the angles were closed and sharp. My finger ran between them, and the cleavage slowly opened. Cold air came through; a tiny breeze of hope. Perhaps if I pushed hard enough, I could squeeze through.
» Posted By Candice On 11.23.2012 @ 6:53 pm
I spent the day with my husband. We had so much fun. We enjoyed walking through the flea market and spent half of what we would’ve spent eating at our normal restuaraunt. We usually eat at Golden Corral. It costs almost $14 a person, but we only spent $12.88 for both of us to eat at Steak n Shake today! We went to Wal Mart, spent $30 there. We always spend at least twenty dollars a trip when we go to Wal Mart.
» Posted By Candice On 11.10.2012 @ 5:04 pm
I wanted to be a teacher. I gave it all up for a career I make more money in. Unhappiness. Regret. Every day I wish I hadn’t made that mistake. I love children. Infertile. Sorrow. The things that could have been. I wanted to make a difference. I had excellent teachers that helped me through tough times. I wanted to contribute. It’s too late.
» Posted By Candice On 11.07.2012 @ 1:48 am
She refused to think of what he’d done as a personal affront, because, after all, it was more a reflection of his character, at least that’s what she told herself as she tried to convinced herself that she was still good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, and she stood in front of the mirror. If she said it enough times, she’d believe it.
» Posted By Candice On 08.27.2012 @ 11:28 am
Whose side are you on, I often wonder, especially when you make such demands of me, expect me to rise above, succeed, excel, surpass, everyone and everything, and it makes me wonder if you’re really on my side, if you really have my back as you’ve so often claimed, but then you smile at me, and I know the truth.
» Posted By Candice On 08.23.2012 @ 11:19 am
Home family bed ice cream hugs love sunshine
» Posted By Candice On 08.20.2012 @ 7:10 pm
In the comfort of his own home, Darrius slipped into the dress he’d stolen right off a mannequin, and the whole thing had been much easier than he’d thought, because even though the alarm tag was attached, it had been a simple thing to cut around it, and he could sew well, was good on the machine and by hand, and he’d do it justice when he stitched it back up.
» Posted By Candice On 08.20.2012 @ 11:22 am
Fritz had robbed three banks so far, but none of them had proved a challenge. He wanted that high, that adrenaline rush, that near to passing out thrill he could only get when he pointed his weapon at someone and they pointed theirs back. He stopped his car in front of Continental Exchange.
» Posted By Candice On 08.13.2012 @ 1:39 pm
Beep beep beep. Captain Nemo. Submarines. US Navy. The Village People. Gay. Rainbows. Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Dorothy Gale.
» Posted By Candice On 07.18.2012 @ 12:40 am
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Seeds are one of the most important things in life. You are able to plant as many seeds as you wish and it is up to you if they are positive or not. The most important thing is never to give up on seeds, they are the only hope for growth and life.
» Posted By Candice On 06.25.2012 @ 2:09 am