Winter Black

[Jon]

I'll bet HE turns on when YOU walk by.

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

Ok...but as cute as you are...



*coughsomethingaguysaystokeeplookingatyourbreastsc ough*

[The Lady of Shadows]

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]

Thank you turtlesong. I'm glad my work could move even those who don't know me. ^_^

[Letti]

Can!
Haven't seen you for ages!
How are you?

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

Can!
Haven't seen you for ages!
How are you?

I'm fantastic, Letti. How are you?

I've missed you an awful lot.

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

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]

Can!
Haven't seen you for ages!
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]

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]

Can!
Haven't seen you for ages!
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]

it's wonderful to see my Little Princess back - and with such great poems, too!

[alinda]

Beautiful!

Welcome Home Can

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

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]

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]

Can...I love your work!

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

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

They have forgotten the face of their father.

[Candice Dionysus]

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.

[Candice Dionysus]

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]

old or new, it's now one of my favorites