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Candice Dionysus
05-14-2007, 08:07 AM
This is a name I'm fond of using, Winter Black. Here will be a collection of my poetry and lyrics, with possible additions of sound files, should I feel like reading or singing my poetry and lyrics. Though I don't think that will happen too often. XD I hate my voice.

I'll start you off with my three favorites:


Wonderland

So cold in a winter wonderland.
Out in the snow, snow like sand.
But sand won’t melt, except into glass.
Snow turns to water, water helps the grass.
So winter is good, but rain is better.
Because in the rain you won’t freeze...
So I love the warm weather!


Chaos Queen

Chaos Queen, lovely vision,
Trickster of no Mortal myth,
I shuffle my cards, I have a question,
Eris... Eris... Give me a message!

Discordian knowledge, steeped in bullshit,
Erisian love, with Chaos on top,
I feel compelled to move my dagger,
Five cards, a message from the horses mouth,

Mistress of disorder, apple, Kallisti,
Thing's'll work out, have faith,
Feel safe, no fear, no doubt,
Don't sabotage yourself,

Who says things can't be what they aren't?
In Discordian rule, all would reverse,
And chasing Dragons, through rainbow forests,
I give myself to you...

I give myself to you.


All is One

The weight of a thousand worlds
weighs heavy on your
shoulders.
The breath of a billion souls
passes lightly through your
lungs.
The sight of a googleplex of viewpoints
passes by your
eyes.
The feeling of innumerable touches
take flight on your
fingers.
All is one; one is all.
Ball in it all; all in a ball.
But lost if you drop it.

Jean
05-14-2007, 09:35 AM
Every time I read it, I am so deeply touched by your Wonderland... somewhat old-fashioned and naive, it has some quality of purity and wisdom and love, although love isn't really mentioned here (except for warm weather)

Letti
05-14-2007, 10:47 AM
Dear God, Can.
Wonderland... is simply amazing.

Candice Dionysus
05-14-2007, 07:13 PM
Everyone seems to like that one, particularly. I don't remember why I wrote it, or technically even when. It was just in my book, in my handwriting. I'm glad, though, because its a pretty good piece.

Darkthoughts
05-22-2007, 09:26 AM
I liked Chaos Queen the most, this line in particular:

And chasing Dragons, through rainbow forests,

Candice Dionysus
05-22-2007, 04:48 PM
Thank you. I like that line a lot, myself.

I'll post a new one in a moment.

Candice Dionysus
05-22-2007, 04:53 PM
Rainy Days

Now bad music,
Chocolate almond on the floor...
Quick, quick,
Call in sick,
Before the time has come and gone.

Rainy days,
Call for me...
Come and stay,
Fall for me...


Now, Goodlooking, use it..!
Secret plan to win my heart
Today,
Don't go away
Until my heart moves on.

Rainy days,
Fall for me.
Come away,
Call to me...

Rainy days,
My love.

Candice Dionysus
05-24-2007, 07:55 AM
As Fruno requested, I have added to Rainy Days. But rather than edit the post, I feel I will just repost the whole thing.

Rainy Days

Now bad music,
Chocolate almond on the floor...
Quick, quick,
Call in sick,
Before the time has come and gone.

Rainy Days,
Call for me...
Come and stay,
Fall for me...

Now, Goodlooking, use it..!
Secret plan to win my heart
Today,
Don't go away
Until my heart moves on.

Rainy Days,
Fall for me.
Come away,
Call to me...

Grey skies
Above blue eyes,
Old but young again
When a smile dares
To come.

Rainy Days,
Shove me...
Rainy Days,
Love me...

Kind heart works in
Harsh light,
My heart finds it
Too bright,
I need your words to see...

Rainy Days,
Weep for me...
Rainy Days,
Keep me...

You know me, but...
Don't know me all the same.
Sanity isn't our happiness,
On society I blame
This unfair situation.

Rainy Days,
Play me.
Rainy Days,
Save me.

To tango in the morning,
But then to waltz
All night
Robs me of my judgement,
Perpetuates my plight.

Rainy Days,
Just hit me..!
Rainy Days
Just fit me.

Confusion
And sickness of the heart
Make me want to
Cry aloud
And make me wish to start...

Rainy Days,
Blame me.
Rainy Days,
Shame me...

I'd run the world over
Once, twice, a hundred times!
If only you would
See ME!
The same as I see you.

Rainy Days,
Show me.
Rainy Days,
Know me..!

So take my hand and
Dance with me!
Because if you do
You just might see things
MY way!

Rainy Days,
Slay me!
Rainy Days,
Pray for me!
Rainy Days,
Know me! and
Rainy Days,
Show me! And
Rainy Days,
Keep me! And
Rainy Days,
Weep for me!
On Rainy Days,
My love.

Jon
05-29-2007, 10:28 PM
I like the Chaos Queen, especially the line "Trickster of no Mortal myth,"

Candice Dionysus
06-04-2007, 09:25 PM
Thank you. ^^ I'm very fond of that poem, myself.

Candice Dionysus
06-04-2007, 10:07 PM
A few oldies.


Unique

I want somebody just like me,
but there is no one like me.
I am incomplete.
I am unique.
I must find my other half.
He... She.
Let not gender blind a soul to a soulmate.
Let me be genderblind, and blissful.
A child to find her other half
In a garden of the full moon's glow
The time is now.
Go.




My Warrior

Where is the way to my Warriors heart?
I feel like I'm groping in the dark,
To find a way to get inside,
I fear that I shall never find,
The way to make my soldier happy,
I'll be myself, just and dandy,
If he, my fighter, doesn't love me,
I'll find a new love, let it be.
And what is the way to my Warrior?
Not a gentle man is he.
But to me his kindness never ends,
And I'll send love to my Warrior...
And to me, my Warriors love, he sends.




Cry

Bicker, whine, like children, cry,
Love, hate, pick on unimportant traits,
Don’t call me names, don’t drag us down,
Immature, don’t come around,
Please bring the ego’s down, the sense of that which is true, up,
I can’t stand the fighting, and I love you...
And running through this so-called life,
In you I found my sanctuary,
My self-esteem, my sense of self,
The love of my life, the love for my life,
The understanding of family.
Don’t hurt me, don’t tear us apart,
You’re smarter than that, I love you deeply,
You’re better than that, I know you’ll see,
And in passing thought, I say, my love,
Please make it all go back to right,
Please don’t tear us apart,
Don’t break us down,
Kill your ego,
Love.

Frunobulax
06-04-2007, 10:19 PM
These are all okay. Sometimes the poems seem to follow schemes that are too obvious, IMO, but they aren't bad.

Candice Dionysus
06-05-2007, 07:05 AM
Thats funny, because I never actually write with schemes in mind. They just end up that way. :lol:

Frunobulax
06-05-2007, 08:38 AM
Weird--funny how that works. Rainy Days still rules and should be recorded as a song.

Candice Dionysus
06-06-2007, 07:52 AM
You do something with it, then. I dunno.

Jon
06-12-2007, 10:37 PM
Oh such good writing Can!!

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 09:22 AM
Thank you, Jon! ^_^

I'm just about to post a bit of Prose that I'm still working on.

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 09:23 AM
Moved.

Steve
06-20-2007, 09:37 AM
D'oh! Not good for him, is it?

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 09:50 AM
No, not at all. Heh. There's more, but its not a finished piece of the story yet.

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 10:39 AM
Moved.

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 07:41 PM
Moved

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 07:50 PM
Moved

Steve
06-20-2007, 08:02 PM
Wa-hoo! Great stuff. Seems almost like a CSI: Miami episode.

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 08:17 PM
I've never watched a CSI: anything in my life. I hate those kinds of shows. XD I watch Raines, and I watch Monk, and sometimes I watch Missing. But I haven't seen that in almost 8 months. I hate cop shows. XD

Steve
06-20-2007, 08:22 PM
I don't watch em either; I just said this was fast-paced and very in-your-face about it.

Candice Dionysus
06-20-2007, 08:24 PM
Mmm. Yeah. I don't even know where the idea came from in the first place. XD It just... Appeared in my mind at work Tuesday.

Jean
06-20-2007, 09:46 PM
Little Princess, darling, is it going to be a catalogue thread for both poetry and prose? Then I'll move it to Turtleback Lane proper, ok?

Candice Dionysus
06-21-2007, 11:56 AM
Oh, no, I just didn't want to make a separate thread... I wasn't sure how long that little story was going to be, so I just put it here.

Jean
06-21-2007, 08:51 PM
would you prefer to make a separate prose thread in Turtleback proper, or that this thread be moved there as a catalogue thread?

Candice Dionysus
06-22-2007, 09:46 AM
The story itself is finished. I don't see the trouble in removing it competely and replacing it with a link to my deviantART account, where the whole thing has been submitted in one piece.

Jean
06-22-2007, 11:01 AM
removing it???

::faints::

don't say such terrible words

Please, please, make a separate thread in Tuttleback proper! If you don't want to, PM me; I'll think of more options.

Dear friends, I hope everybody agrees that it is a good story and should remain here? We need good texts, not links.

Candice Dionysus
06-22-2007, 09:48 PM
Ok. Ok. I'll make a separate thread. :blush: Tomorrow, after work, or maybe Sunday night. I'm not sure.

Jean
06-22-2007, 10:38 PM
thank you Little Princess! :rose::rose::rose:

Candice Dionysus
06-23-2007, 07:02 AM
Not a problem. I made the thread.

Candice Dionysus
08-20-2007, 08:10 PM
208 syllables set in groups given a letter based on the number of syllables in each perfectly designed sentence make for one of the best "songs" my brother and I have ever worked on the lyrics for.

A = 11; B = 6; C = 5; D = 8; E = 9; F = 5; G = 7; H = 14.

I'm aware that C and F have the same numberical value, however this was done on purpose, due to C and F not technically rhyming, even though the rhyme isn't always the same in each paragraph.

It goes by paragraph:

ABAC

ABAC

DD

FAEA

GAEA

DD

HDH

Essentially a giant, new-style haiku specifically designed by my own intentions of trying something new.

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The inconsequential passage of decades
Grayscale moon in the sky
Unique, though inferior to her refrain
The flow, eratic

His life inconceivable was made of fail
The man will surely die
There is a place that is worse than any jail
Hell in the attic

She takes him back in mind alone
To see the actions he condoned

His time is come now
All memory of his like to be erased
Her pain unbearable even still
She was the thing he had never meant to face

Her refrain tinted rosy
Tomorrow promises insanity, too
Her memories her mind would now fill
Unable to reconcile just what to do

To think that such things could ever
Be would still not make things better

Unthinkable that we could float on our dreams just like this
But the morning begins anew
Bright the daylight shines again upon broken lovers bliss

---------------------------------------------

Written by Candice Wozniak / Dionysus and Camron Wozniak.
As yet no music to go with it.

Jon
08-23-2007, 10:51 PM
May I be kindly critical?

i love ya lady.

You paint GREAT pictures in the mind but they seem...unfinished.


I am sorry.

Candice Dionysus
08-24-2007, 06:31 AM
Of course you may. Its one of the reasons I post them here. But... Unfinished how?

Jon
09-01-2007, 12:06 PM
Maybe its just my mind but this phrase at the end of the post, for example began to paint a picture in my mind but the last line left the picture unfinished. maybe that was your aim though, and a shortfall of my imagination. But the truth is I like the poem.

"His life inconceivable was made of fail
The man will surely die
There is a place that is worse than any jail
Hell in the attic"

Candice Dionysus
09-04-2007, 12:31 PM
Well, glad you like it, darling. Heh. This is actually going to be a part of a theme album, actually... I'm going to write more for before it, and more for after it. Eventually.

Frunobulax
09-04-2007, 07:53 PM
I think that the pattern you're using is restricting you and leads to half-baked ideas, to be frank. It seems that you're trying to use verbiage that, while flowery, appears to be clunky from a composer's standpoint based around this theme album idea. I'll admit I've used words like "nouveau riche" and "bourgeoisies" in songs (demos still), but I've made them work by splitting those words across two or even three lines. This whole new structure is just like this weird thing that, currently, does not seem to work 100%.

Candice Dionysus
09-05-2007, 11:02 PM
Opinion noted, Fruno. Thanks for the feedback. The whole theme album won't be done in that style. Thats just for that one.

Candice Dionysus
09-24-2007, 06:24 AM
"Oh, Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
dear, who is the fairest of them all?"
"Why you, my sweet, my darling one.
Its you, oh Queen, oh gorgeous one."
She picked the mirror up off the wall, and spun around, wide and high
To carefully place it back upon its hook, lest she break the flattering fiend, and it should die.
The queen, she danced, she sang, for joy
That she should be the fairest toy
To grace the lands in which she ruled
To wear dresses, and capes, to wear crowns, and carry scepters jeweled.
As she spun dyed hair fluttered about
A flurry of purples and blues and greens.
And as she stopped gold candy lips did pout
To entice you nearer with sugar kisses.
And when lash-heavy lids did lift from their drooping
Emerald eyes called you deep to her ruling.
And blood down her cheek
Slowly did streak
Out the corners, no doubt
Of that perfect little mouth
To conceal fangs like daggers
As she reels and staggers
All through the night
Drunk on anothers life.
"Mirror, my Mirror, tell me, my friend
Who's the most lovely in all of this land?"
"T'is you, oh gracious, oh wondrous Queen,
T'is only you I've ever seen."
Then laughter graced those candy lips
And a dance coursed through those perfect hips,
And joy was visited upon the land,
(Though not for all, as the case at hand
Was that someone always had to die)
And in the daylight there would lie
Our perfect queen, in perfect trust,
And perfect love, and perfect lust,
In perfect denial, perfectly removed
From the world upon which she ruled.
Soft hands caress a woman's cheeks,
And the victim plays with the hair's streaks,
And the lips find home
In neck and bone
To mar the beauty of the skin,
Though never the beauty deep within.
And this one she leaves to live again,
To become her princess, vampires kin,
And when the fledgling soon arose
It was her the Mirror in secret chose,
But every time the Mirror did lie
He spared the wrath and vengeful eye
Of a vampire queen,
Though curious and keen,
Upon the world below
(and, wouldn't you know?)
The queen one did ask quiet clearly
"Mirror, my Mirror, surely...
You can't believe, in all this time, that I'm the most perfect in all eternity?"
The Mirror, feeling guilty
Spoke the truth, for it was his duty.
"My Queen, my love, my darling dear,
There is another afters all these years...
One who I fear would rival you
In looks, beauty, and grace, too."
And here sweet Mirror did pause,
And in the Queen this did cause
Quiet a curious reaction
And you could clearly see in every action
That she was furious inside
"Tell, dear Mirror, for time you shall not bide,
Who is this of whom you speak?"
"When the Fledgling you did seek
I fear you chose too perfectly of them,
For the one who rivals you is Gem,
Your one companion."
Deliciously her fury flew
And Mirror died when smashing through
Came the first large object our Queen could find.
And with his final words he spoke
(And since Mirrors cannot sputter or choke
They came through quite clear.)
"My Queen, these words you must hear!
Your fledgling matches you in every way
That she surpassed you I did not say,
But that she rivalled you in everything,
And for you that should not have been
Quite so surprising as it was,
But seeing as your reactions speak of a lack of love
I ask only that you remember this one
Thing before your life is done:
How lonely you were
Before you found her
Will never be greater than if she is gone
And one again you're the only one
Who is graceful, beautiful, perfect, and true...
And when the only one left is you
Your life will be boring, your fun at an end,
And into the other world yourself you might send,
For without your companion, vampire kin,
You'll lose that final spark within."

Jon
09-27-2007, 10:09 PM
I deeply hope my critique was not taken personal. Iam envious of so many aspects of your talent!

Candice Dionysus
09-30-2007, 05:19 AM
Of course it wasn't taken personally. Not in a bad way. I like feedback, hon.

Candice Dionysus
01-05-2008, 09:51 PM
Crave



I don’t realize I
Need you, as I lay atop
You tickle,
I need, I crave the attention
You seem to give so freely.
My heart yearns now for…
Always more,
Always need it,
Live and breathe it…

Craving contact I
Bite your neck,
Nibble your ear…
Lust left unchecked
Soon turns unclear…
Loving your large hands
Kneading my buttocks
And still I feel…
Unsure.

As the night progresses
My mind regresses and…
Want you, need you,
Crave you, bleed you…
Its all the same, its
All insane, yet all that I
Am able to think is
How much I want, I need
To feel your hands all on me.

I want you, hard,
Heart beats fast ‘neath my corset
And for all of it I
Can’t shake the deep
Fascination I have…
You said you’re a virgin,
Well I’m the remedy.
You can’t fathom and
I can’t let it be.

And the more I try
To ignore I find
I can’t drop the subject
Of you, even now.
I want to fell you
On me, in me,
All around me I
Know it’s so clear!
Take this opportunity.

In the end I still
Think of what we have,
And I could really see
You and me,
Five years from now,
Happy.

Candice Dionysus
01-09-2008, 01:51 PM
King Loki

Come forth, O God of Chaos,
Come forth, O Trickster of the Night.

Take part in freedom, take part in gluttony,
Take part in the most holy of sins.

Break free, O Charmer of Mortals,
Break free, O Father of Fun.

Come forward to love, to push and to shove,
Come forward to show us our follies.

Bring forth, O King of the Cheaters,
Bring forth, O Lord of the Lies,

The thing that we need, if ever you're free'd,
The thing that will bring us new life.

Go freely, O Master of Freedom,
Go freely, O Mystery to Men.

You can come, you can go, for we will it so,
You can stay as you wish among them.

We need you, O Liege of our Lives,
We need you to show us the way,

For we're lost in a haze, for the rest of our days,
For we're lost without you, King Loki.

King Loki!

Our Lord and Master!
Our God and Saviour!

Break free of the entrails of your Narfi!
Break free of the boulder that hold you down,

And no more shall your Sigyn hold her bowl
Above your head to stop the venom

Of the Snake from boring into your brain!
Come forth, King Loki,

Bring forth that which will protect us
When you're free!

Go freely unto the world from which
You've been removed,

And no more shall we be lost
In our absolute need of you!

As we will it to be,
King Loki, break free!

Fall of Gilead
01-09-2008, 02:40 PM
King Loki


Definitely Viking Metal, Canny! :thumbsup:

Candice Dionysus
01-09-2008, 07:59 PM
That was I suppose the idea behind it. It was technically written as a half-sung chant for a role play I run, but I like it too much not to have shared it here.


I missed you, Foggy! [hugs]

Fall of Gilead
01-09-2008, 09:47 PM
*fuzzy hugs for the poet*

Jean
01-10-2008, 01:41 AM
does King Loki have any relation to Lokis?

Candice Dionysus
01-10-2008, 07:31 AM
"King Loki" is the Norse God, actually. The poem is supposed to represent those who follow him, and wish his freedom and the coming of Ragnarok.

Jon
01-14-2008, 04:26 AM
I am sorry now that I waited so long to see the updates in this thread.

Great work!!

Please excuse my absence though there is no good excuse.

Candice Dionysus
01-14-2008, 02:27 PM
It is forgiven, Jon, dear. Thank you very much.

Jon
01-15-2008, 12:37 AM
I shall remember from here out.

Candice Dionysus
01-29-2008, 10:02 PM
My Mind Screams
My thoughts, they work obtusely,
I just have to tell you shut it
As you jabber on inanely
I just might lose my mind

My heart beats erratic
As I stand here beside you,
I want to kiss you fiercely
So that you’ll be quiet.

You can’t begin to fathom
Just how much I feel it,
In every waking moment
I want you to shut up.

Can’t you understand this?
Comprehend the words I’m saying?
You must think I’m nagging,
But I know I’m going insane!

Its not that I hate you,
It’s just that I don’t like it
When you constantly prattle
On and on again.

As my mouth covers yours,
And our tongues clash at war
You finally quit your chatter,
And my mind screams its victory!

-----------------------------------

I shared this with some people Monday night (for the full scoop on Monday night, check out the Dixie Pig lounge), and they really seemed to like it. One girl said it was amazing, and Brandon really seemed to like it, too. So I'm happy.

This was written at random intervals at work, over the course of a week.

Jon
01-30-2008, 01:30 AM
I LOVE this one Can!

"And our tongues clash at war"

Candice Dionysus
01-30-2008, 05:12 AM
I'm glad, Jon. :huglove:

Candice Dionysus
07-24-2008, 09:07 AM
Dangerous

Live a little dangerous,
Try a little hard,
Run a little further,
Fly a little far.

Freedoms for the living,
Dyings always free,
Tomorrow never comes
'Cause its already today.

My journey never ends,
And nothings ever free,
But I keep pushing onward,
'Cause its my spirit I set free.

I'll live a little dangerous,
'Cause you only live just once,
And the danger raises spirits,
Now and forever.

Candice Dionysus
07-24-2008, 09:09 AM
Shaman

Blue eyes sparkle wide,

Shimmer and shine in the light,

His body turns, unnaturally twists, to the tune in his mind,

Sink down so low, rooted in,

Shoot up so high, star in the sky,

Rhythmic heartbeat, shimmy shimmy,

Stretch and roar, controlled chaos in a long body,

Free, like freedom, but unable to fly,

Free like freedom, free,

Closely guarded insanity,

And the soul of an Angel,

Bound in flesh, and blood; in skin,

Unnatural beauty, the

Effeminate man, so sage,

Shaman of the future,

Sheppard of the lost,

Here to save my life,

And I hope he never

Stops.

Jon
07-26-2008, 08:59 PM
Nice one Can! But why is a Shaman viewed as effeminate?


Just wondering. I still like it!

Candice Dionysus
07-27-2008, 09:01 AM
The shaman being referred to is viewed as effeminate because he is effeminate. My Shaman is someone very special to me, to the point where if he asked me to marry him, I would say yes. And yes, he really is a Shaman.

Jon
07-28-2008, 11:53 PM
I see dear. It was not a generalization. Thank you for displaying your talent.

Candice Dionysus
07-29-2008, 01:00 AM
Yes, it is written specifically. Thank you for asking.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 07:09 AM
Awakening

Your touch has pierced me like a scream,
However, why I cannot say –
It sent shivers up my spine, and
It ran me through like a dream.

Your voice has sent me over the edge,
Into the abyss I’ve dreaded,
The part of me who’s scared and alone
Couldn’t bear to peek over the hedge.

You’ve driven me mad with nary a thought,
When all I’ve wanted all along
Was sanity and order, the path I was on,
But you saw I was always sad.

Your life has changed mine with a bang,
I can’t remain, but can’t complain,
About the way that I once was,
Or the way I turned out when you sang.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:11 AM
Trust

With a voice deep as the fountain of youth
You drove the point home to me.
Always remaining honest but couth,
You told me there’d be hell to pay.

Always so kind about my troubles
You offered many ways to help me.
I’d watch you, envy you, and all your neat baubles,
But I never once took your advice.

I’m sorry, my love, my darling dear,
I should have listened long ago.
I should have done what was whispered in my ear,
And took those suggestions to heart.

But I hear you now, and I want to change, and get better,
I want to fix the problems you didn’t need to point out.
I understand now, and I’m trying, I hope it matters,
Because I don’t want to lose you over something so dumb.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:13 AM
Delicate Lace

I could not quell the purple rain,
I could not make it go,
No more could I hold the winds at bay,
Or prevent the tide’s getting low.
I could not stop my flowing tears,
As they began to streak my pretty face,
And you couldn’t understand my wild emotions,
Ripping loose from the torrent like delicate lace.
Its not your fault its raining purple,
Its not your fault I’ve let loose to cry,
Please don’t feel bad when you see my tears,
Because even the sky deigns to cry sometimes.
Don’t take it so seriously when my eyes are wet,
Don’t feel you have to comfort me,
Because it isn’t so bad to let it all out,
And I’m not always sad when I cry, you see.
I could not quell the purple rain,
Again, my eyes began to swell,
And back have come those diamond tears,
But it’s not so bad, I hope you can tell.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:14 AM
Oh-So-Perfect Lust

The beast is near, with hair like fire
Stronger now, like my desire,
Gaining speed like I gain lust,
And breaking sweat, as we must,
Finding time to clear the room,
Creating ways to prevent doom,
Licking wounds and licking bodies,
Wearing each other’s scents like trophies,
Twisting and grinding like snake,
And all the while its love we make,
Others make misery, and some make war,
But if everyone was just a caring whore,
This world might be a better place,
And humans might be a better race,
No more fighting, no more shovers,
Because all the world would just be lovers.
My beast is here with hair of flame,
I’m always going to love him the same,
He’s got the right idea of life,
With more like him, there’d be no strife,
We all would care, we all would love,
And none would push, none would shove,
There’d be no reason to fight or hate,
We’d all find home past Heaven’s Gate,
Imperfect love, imperfect trust,
But I tell you, oh-so-perfect Lust.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:16 AM
“Home”

Autumn stirs the air come midnight,
while I watch the leaves blow past the stars,
the blue-black sky looks so serene,
like Wonderland could be on the other side,
but I’ve yet to see a more peaceful scene,
and I hope tomorrow never comes,
so I can stare at this perfect view,
as the moon floats at high noon,
as the stars slowly seems to revolve,
when its really me who’s revolving from them,
so far off like little gemstones,
sailing through my vision in the darkness
guiding my way to better places,
leading me far from what’s supposed to be “home,”
but they say that home is where the heart is,
and my hearts up there in the sky,
so autumn stirs the air come midnight,
and I say my goodbyes.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:18 AM
Nightmare

I have a dream,
But it’s more like a nightmare,
No, it’s more like life.
I have a feeling,
No, it’s more like a hunch,
And soon turns to terror.
I have a vision,
Yes, that’s the right term,
It shows me something I couldn’t imagine.
It shows me myself,
Years down the road,
I look like hell,
And I don’t look myself.
My eyes are dead and lifeless,
My hearts broken like glass,
I’ve accomplished none of what I wanted,
And I’m treading the completely wrong path.
My demeanor is cold and wary,
And I’m so not who I want.
It scares me more than anything has in my life.
It’s a sign from above,
It’s telling me to change,
Just like my Shaman, who’s not in my vision at all.
I can’t be that person,
Doomed to obscurity and depression like that.
I can’t let myself get to the point where the light’s gone from my eyes,
And I look like I’ve given up the will to live.

Candice Dionysus
07-31-2008, 08:24 AM
Adventurous Soul

I look upon the sky to the heavenly bodies
To find my soul again, you see
It wandered off, it’s gone astray
It should be here with me, now
How ridiculous it is to think
It should have a mind of its own
To leave my body and go off adventuring
Leaving me here to sit at home, while
My soul has the fun, and I’m left to hold
Down the fort yet again, my friend.

Jon
08-03-2008, 08:31 PM
I LOVE the last poem. I love the concept of it as well!

Candice Dionysus
08-04-2008, 12:54 PM
Thanks Jon. <3 My favorite is actually Delicate Lace, because its an explanation of myself.

Jon
08-04-2008, 08:21 PM
The last one just makes me think of all the things a soul can do, and all the things one cannot do without a soul.

Candice Dionysus
08-05-2008, 03:57 PM
That was the intent. Which makes me laugh every time I think about my friend Donald selling me his soul for a Burger King value meal. The motion sensing light where he lives doesn't turn on when he walks by anymore, which is really funny. And kind of scary.

Jon
08-12-2008, 01:21 AM
:drool: I'll bet HE turns on when YOU walk by.

Candice Dionysus
08-22-2008, 04:01 AM
Donald is just a friend. He's got a few other girls he's into, and he knows I'm happy with Phil. Donald and I drink together, actually, he sees me as one of the guys. XD

Jon
08-22-2008, 09:27 PM
Ok...but as cute as you are...



*coughsomethingaguysaystokeeplookingatyourbreastsc ough*

The Lady of Shadows
08-23-2008, 07:43 PM
hi. we've never spoken but i wanted you to know how deeply moved i was by nightmare. thank you for posting it.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 01:51 PM
Thank you turtlesong. I'm glad my work could move even those who don't know me. ^_^

Letti
01-27-2009, 01:57 PM
Can!
Haven't seen you for ages! :rose:
How are you?

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 01:58 PM
That’s what really hurts

He must be sadistic, to some literary degree,
This darkened man near mocking me;
He must be crazy, as far as I can see,
Down there, in black and white, quite literally.

The man lay curled upon the floor,
Never moving, never answering the door,
No one knows quite why for,
They have never seen anything like it before.

He speaks to none, a-keeps to himself,
Possessions gathering dust, like he, on their shelves,
He is hiding in his purest hells,
He says we all do it to ourselves.

There’s no reason for his apathy,
I rather think it angers me,
Him laying there where none can see,
Just what he is or what he may be.

Keeping to himself, and speaking to none,
Never moving, not even for one,
Just laying there till his life is done,
Never moving, never having fun.

Answers no call, no music to which he will listen,
His skin so dust-covered it refuses to glisten,
Even in the heat, from outside or the kitchen,
He would not stir a muscle, even for a kitten.

Curled, he lays upon the wood,
I do not think he can move, now, if I ever thought he could,
Looking like he is dead, and if he is not, maybe he should,
Just looking like a bump, never moves, I wish he would.

And then he speaks, I finally I hear
His reasons for never moving, and everything is clear,
And next to him I lay, curled very near,
For his truth cut through me as easily as if I were sheer.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 01:59 PM
Can!
Haven't seen you for ages! :rose:
How are you?

I'm fantastic, Letti. How are you?

I've missed you an awful lot.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 01:59 PM
Come Home
Its time to open my wings and soar
Far and wide,
Across the shore,
Past the horizon,
To the land of the sun,
Over the wide and glorious sea,
Those beautiful waters,
Deep and clear,
The water-world below me,
Full of life and love,
My shadow showing on the sea floor
As if I were only a few feet above.

Its time to rest,
To float on them waters, innocent and pure
To drink of them, to taste the truth,
So sweet and warm,
So clear and real,
So beautiful it almost brings a tear,
So hard to believe
In its reality,
Despite my presence in the purest of cure’s,
And despite my own eyes,
And the distinct absence of lies,
I drink some more, and off again I take to soar.

To watch the mer-folk,
A-hunting their game,
And lock eyes with the little Sheppard,
Her flock all a-swish,
To wish to be there, below those waves,
Especially thinking back to that nightmareous cavern,
The islands before where the slaves were in trade,
The mainlands far back, where the Telmari stayed…
Out on these waters, one needs no food,
The sun shines much brighter, much closer,
The current runs faster,
There is no heading back, for those come by ship.

Further and further,
The ocean turns silver,
To part the lilies a-grown on these waters,
With a sword’s, flat edge,
Looks like carving a line right through a mine,
Looks like pushing your way through the molten metal.
Sooner still, I think I shall reach,
The final destination,
The Lion’s great beach,
With all that is, and all that’s been,
Everything you may
Imagine in between.

As I draw nearer, I think I can see,
It looks like the Lion in front of me stands,
It looks like the beaches stretch long ahead,
It looks like everyone I have ever met,
Like everyone I have never had
The pleasure to shake hands with
Stands a-waiting on those shores,
Where the Lion roars, where the Lion waits
Staring softly to my pretty face,
Coming on fast, as I race on,
Coming on fast as I finally
Come home.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 02:01 PM
Miss You Dearly
The shades surround me, specters of the past,
And I wonder how much more I can take,
Reading through letters from what seems like eons ago,
Looking through albums filled with memories
Wondering about could-have-been’s and should-have-been’s alike
Wishing strongly you were here again.

When last we met, when last we spoke
Things weren’t that good.
I hurt you deeply, and you hurt me too,
Like a couple of masochists turned sadist,
I cried for hours inside my heart,
Losing the one who meant the most to me,
Wanting to die on the surface, and
Wanting you back in my secret heart.

You said through a message you want to be friends,
I replied back that I’d love to.
But I never heard back from you for days, and
I began to wonder.
I wonder what you think of what I said, and
What you think of me now.
I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met,
I want to regress to bright days again.
I hope to hear back from you,
I hope, I pray to hear your voice.
Please don’t ignore me,
I can’t take anymore.

My Shaman, you were my lover, and
I gave my heart to you,
I thought you were the one who I could surrender myself to with no fear,
You left me with the saddest of looks,
I can’t bear to have you upset with me,
I can’t bear to lose you that way.
Don’t ever think I’m over you,
I could never get you out of my mind…

Letti
01-27-2009, 02:02 PM
Can!
Haven't seen you for ages! :rose:
How are you?

I'm fantastic, Letti. How are you?

I've missed you an awful lot.

I am so happy to hear you are doing fine. *hugs*
Don't leave us here.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 02:03 PM
Pointless
Wishing seems pointless,
when dreams become real,
When time seems to stop,
and the world seems to keel
Right off kilter, and the
whole planets stopped,
And half-way through you
realized you’ve topped
The wildest regions of
your imagination’s plane,
And the furthers reaches
of your minds game,
And suddenly you think
to yourself with a sigh,
To think this could
have passed me by…
When all the dreams in
the world come true
Could it really be that
good for me or you?
When you realize people
have some pretty sick dreams,
And then you hear in
the distance, screams,
Do you wonder who’s sick
and twisted mind conjured it?
Or do you just run, and hope
your own dreams don’t quit?
And hope your nightmares
never break in,
Because when you dream of
darkness, or you dream of sin,
You can’t help but notice
that you’re twisted too,
And then you’ll have to
wonder what you can do
In order to keep yourself
safe and sound,
In order to prevent yourself
from meeting the Hell Hound
And pointlessly wishing
you think to yourself
When will this end?
enough is enough!
But wishing is pointless
when dreams become real,
And in the end,
it’s a pretty bad deal.

Candice Dionysus
01-27-2009, 02:04 PM
Can!
Haven't seen you for ages! :rose:
How are you?

I'm fantastic, Letti. How are you?

I've missed you an awful lot.

I am so happy to hear you are doing fine. *hugs*
Don't leave us here.

I swear I haven't abandoned this site. I'll be around more often.

Jean
01-28-2009, 01:36 AM
it's wonderful to see my Little Princess back - and with such great poems, too! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bearheart.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bearheart.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bearheart.gif

alinda
01-28-2009, 03:55 AM
Beautiful!

:rose: Welcome Home Can:D

Candice Dionysus
01-28-2009, 07:18 AM
Thank you both! I am glad to see my friends here are still my friends! I have been gone so long I am ashamed. [hugs and kisses for everyone]

:huglove::huglove:

Candice Dionysus
10-21-2009, 11:22 PM
Random Lyrics

Plague, Demons, The darkness cometh tenfold unto
Creatures, depressions, a bust on every turn in
Silence, silence, you learn today will make you yearn, you

Broken, torn up, Doll in a stained dress
Busted, wretched, Child of this filthy flesh

Growing, changing, adaption may be your only hope to
Survival, survival, Broke and beaten in distress with
Armageddon, Apocalypse, your world ends in the blink of an age

Broken, torn up, Doll in a stained dress
Busted, wretched, Child of this filthy flesh

Watching, waiting, tomorrow brings all the same shit
Hatred, abhorrence, I have no time to play this game with
Demons, creatures, Devils who will make the change

Broken, torn up, Doll in a stained dress
Busted, wretched, Child of this filthy flesh

Broken, torn up, Doll in a stained dress
Busted, wretched, Child of this filthy flesh

With Devils who will make the change
For the worst, damn my soul,
Leave me with no where to go, I'm a

Broken, torn up, Doll in a stained dress
Busted, wretched, Child of this filthy flesh
Busted, wretched, Child of your filthy flesh
Your flesh.

Candice Dionysus
10-22-2009, 06:56 PM
Another Untitled Poem
Midnight.
Darkness and moonlight,
Spiraling spiders are spinning webs,
And many dreams soon swirl around;
The otiose attempts at fantasy conjured.

The Witching Hour
Time creeps along.
Those with sense sleep restless,
While the fools are content in their wicked slumber,
And the dreams find home in the heads of the many.

Two A.M.
Those still awake are probably the blessed.
Dreams turn to sour darkness,
Light is gone completely from the world,
For only the briefest of time.

Three, sweet three,
My heart yearns for thee,
And the wickedness subsides as my
Eyes begin to slide closed
And darkness finally takes me.

Candice Dionysus
10-25-2009, 01:18 PM
Dryad Song
From a Comic I'm working on.

Tomorrow will bring a new day.
The sky will shine again!
Aurora, Aurora, the beautiful Dawn!
Goddess, please come again!
Helios, Sunshine, light so bright!
Tomorrow ends his sister’s flight!
Goddess Aurora, please come again!

Jon
10-25-2009, 09:27 PM
Can...I love your work!

From dark to light you seem to be in command of all your works.

Candice Dionysus
10-25-2009, 10:10 PM
Thank you, Jon. I've always had a great grasp on language and putting sentences together. You should hear some of the things I say in real life! My friends think I'm eccentric. I guess they're not far off.

Jon
10-27-2009, 09:26 AM
They have forgotten the face of their father.

Candice Dionysus
10-27-2009, 11:18 AM
Mayhap so. Probably most of the world has. Me, personally, I have the Gunslingers Creed taped to the back of my journal so I don't forget it. Heh. :ninja:

Candice Dionysus
10-31-2009, 12:20 AM
Paradise

Deep, deep, in forests unkown,
In lands beyond imagination...
Far from any king on his throne,
With no true path through the foliation.

There is a garden, wild but tame,
With walls of the stone of the moon.
And gates that are made of mithril there,
With vines, roses, thorns, no ruin.

Emeralds encrust the mithril gates,
And vines do wind about it.
Pure ivy with but one true fate,
To guard, but never tell about it.

Roses, black, red, and white,
Crawl upon the moonstone walls...
Which shine with such beautiful light,
And never a leaf withers or falls.

Past the gates, dark and wide,
There are flowers, plants, and trees.
They are beautiful, ancient, and a bit
To never wither, to guard with ease.

Shelter, water, and food in abundance,
Fish of water both fresh and salt...
Animals play, and under the full moon dance,
They are wise, in their fortress not a single fault.

Bears, bees, cats, and wolves,
Foxes of both red and silver, if you care...
Horses and ponies with gold hooves,
Rabbits, frogs, and butterflies who promptly do dare.

Animals and insects,
Smart as humans be...
For they have quite the intellects,
Though they cannot talk to you or me.

And in the very center,
Of this whole little world...
There is a pond to enter an island,
In the middle, with an ancient oak that's curled.

And from the northerly side,
The northern gates to opposite enter...
It is possible to find
The stone's of stepping, which lead to the center.

On the island, two may stand,
Two may sit, or sleep together.
Or just be there, lying hand in hand,
No company save animals, plants, and each other.

And true enough its paradise,
Though there is no map, no path to hack.
And finding it may come at a price,
If you leave, you might not come back.

And having tasted paradise, one may truly go mad,
For never seeing it again, the price truly can be bad.
Though luck may smile upon you, for...
You may return once more.

This is the garden, the paradise of dreams,
And not a soul here upon sadness can dwell,
For this is the place of true happiness it seems,
And in here there is no hell.

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This one is really, really old. I was written for It Began with a Box when I was 16 or so. I like it, and I just rediscovered it, so I figured I would post it.

Jean
11-03-2009, 01:32 AM
old or new, it's now one of my favorites

Jon
11-03-2009, 01:54 AM
Ahh,,,Can, light!

Candice Dionysus
11-03-2009, 03:51 AM
Light.

:panic:

Candice Dionysus
12-03-2009, 03:37 AM
I can't believe I didn't post this one sooner - I was going through all of my poems and lyrics to see what I have posted where, and I didn't see this one in my thread here

Blad Voldtekt
The gardens gently whisper
Seem to call your name
In sun the foliage glimmers
In rain it seems more sane
Nature seems to speak
(Jeg elsker deg)
And in darkness the trees
oppress you

You fall on your face
As you try to race away
From the breathing forest itself

*Blad Voldtekt
Innom måneskinn morra
Og desto kveld
Å løp, eller trette
Eller tape seg innom
Beskaffenhet dyrisk omspenne
Inntil først lyse?

In morning, in dawn
Natures long gone
But not at all
For all around you
Are her signs
Her moans and her whines
Her image, her scent
All a gentle reminder
Of a sadistic trees molest

The trees seem to snicker
As you crawl to find
The way you came
And the trees all dance
Around you as the
Wind bites at your frame

More! And More!
You feel like a whore!
Less! And Less!
Human I guess...

The trees, the plants
Tear apart your pants
Tear apart your life
As if a rusty knife were
Cutting out your heart

Repeat * x 3 + interlude and fade


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Translations from Norwegian are, to the best of my knowledge, as follows:

Jeg Elsker Deg means "I love you", and is whispered in the background.

The "chorus" translates as such:

"Leaves Rape
In moonlights morning
And the noon of night
To run, or fight
Or lose yourself in
Natures brutal embrace
Until first light?"

Anyone who speaks Norwegian, if I've made mistakes, forgive me and correct me.

I wrote this as a metal song. Leaves Rape, that's the title in English. I love it, it's dark and brutal. Somewhat inspired by the Evil Dead movies, but mostly by the fact that right behind my parents house is a big ravine full of trees, and sometimes I like to imagine people who'd hurt me being hurt by those trees that I've wandered amongst many times in the last seven years.

Candice Dionysus
12-03-2009, 03:38 AM
Another one I can't believe I haven't posted yet.

EOS
Shut thy mouth and throw kindly open thy Gates
Eos, glowing Goddess in Saffron robes,
Mother of the Winds
Mother of the Stars
Thy piper plays for thee a tune, meticulous and sweet
For him thy Gates of Gold, old and beautiful with crimson inlay
Should open widely, accept him gladly and thou should rejoice
Thy children should not despair, but hold a merry feast
Thy piper, a beauteous young mortal, is ever faithful to thy Golden Kingdom
For thee he would leave his happy life behind
Thrust open thy Gates for he, and recognize a love quite true.
Thy piper plays for none by you.

Candice Dionysus
12-03-2009, 03:39 AM
Summer
The tail-end of spring,
Summer's 'round the bend.
The cloying scents of dust and
Lush fresh flowers in the air.
The breeze, a gentle caress,
Like a lovers welcome touch.
A light cloud wisps by above,
The sun 'neath the hill.
The sky ablaze with colors bright,
And a handsome silhouette.
Tomorrow promises beauty.

Candice Dionysus
12-26-2009, 02:41 PM
For those of you who love my poems and want to have them forever, now you can! I've just re-released my Poetry Compilation Book, Heard It All (http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/heard-it-all/4465113)! It is available for $16.36, plus shipping. <3

alinda
12-26-2009, 03:38 PM
:couple:loving it Can.


Which makes me laugh every time I think about my friend Donald selling me his soul for a Burger King value meal. The motion sensing light where he lives doesn't turn on when he walks by anymore, which is really funny. And kind of scary.
__________________


I lost a whole mouthful of tea whe nI read this. really funny

Candice Dionysus
12-26-2009, 03:40 PM
lol

Yeah, that was highly amusing. He doesn't live there anymore - he moved out of town, which is good for him because this town is a pitcher-plant! - but yeah. When he did, the light would not turn on for him, but it worked for everyone else.

Also, I still own his soul. My buddy Andrew tried a couple times to buy it off me, but I'm keeping it. <3