http://slow.writerscafe.org/cocoacandy The original writings of author Cocoacandy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021479 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She tries to hide her feelings beneath,The cloak of her face hiding her feelings,In cognito.  She shows her fake front,Day after day, Hiding her hatred,Hiding the lies. Her friends watch from the distance,Ignoring the signals, Going along with the charade.But can it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/959094/ No matter how well he knew you, he would always offer a smile, a listening ear, or a joke, whichever you needed most. D.J. took his life Saturday, September 23, 2011. R.I.P DJ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/800911/ as if from above. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/796805/ Happy, for once,outrageously excited,giggly, and bubbly, everythings funny!But it will son fade, as it always does,so i must live it in full,While i still can... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/752978/ the cool water flows,brings me to my senses,restores my dark hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/752971/ Gracious Lord,I'm writing to you from this prison inside myself,which i have put myself in.I need your help,I'm stuck and I can't get out. I don't know where i am,or where i am going,but i know that my end is with you.Only you know my path, and only you know the place wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/752963/ Zena helped him to his bed, gently laid him down, and propped his knee up on some extra pillows.  She went to the kitchen, and grabbed a chair, then walked to the bathroom to douse a wash cloth in cool water and antiseptic.  She brought both items to the living room and laid them down by t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/732766/ My momma was a rhinocerous,and my Poppa was a dinosaur.When i was born, i was a mammal in an egg.and when i hatched, i drank from my mother's breast. Now i have a predicament,'cuz the science does want answers.And i am now the subject. My feet, they are large,and my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/732705/ Harsh light,Dances off my skin, Highlighting my flaws,And showing them off. My faults are my strengths,And my strengths are my faults.Today is the day I combine the difference.Forget not my awkward moments,But laugh in the memory,Remind yourself that we’re all human,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/731386/ Pretty posies in my hand,swaying in the wind. A silver satin sundress,billowing out behind. A young girl, I must seem,running in this meadow. Laughter floating on the wind,the warm sun on my face. Don't you wish you could live like this,If childhood last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727885/ Dance your dance of fiery passion,seduce me with your flames.Leave your ash upon my brow,your palm upon my nape. For Satan's wife, I shall be,if he does so choose it,My demons cower before me,I am learning really quite well. He demands his woman to be full of rage,ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727884/ curl a rose around your finger,like a wedding band, make sure it's fresh.feel the thorns leave their marks,claiming you for theirs. Tie a snake around your neck,and hope it doesn't bite,wind a tie to match your tux,for you must look your best. Slick your hair with black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727876/ Someone to love me,Only one person,My soul companionEven though I’m not deserving.Or maybe a secret lover,No one has to know,Except for him and I. Tasting the cool waters of the river of lust,On which my raft endlessly sails. Longingly I wait,On the brink of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727781/ shattered glass,lying in front of me,like so many years,lost in history.So many relationships,broken, with razor-sharp edges.Shining in the sun,like tiny mocking faces,tinkling to the ground,like many pain-shed tears,mirroring a distorted reflection,of a girl who is buried,'n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727294/ The sun beats downon my bare neck,and i Think of you. The rain patters down on the roof,and dampens the drought-seized dust,and i Think of you. My mind wanders awayfrom all rational thought,and i Think of you. I think of you day and night,and i know,that i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/727280/ The next morning, Zena woke to silence.  She found this strange, as she had grown accustomed to the bustling sounds of breakfast in progress:  sizzling grouse, coffee brewing, and the soft hum of Wolf as he moved about the small kitchen.  Zena donned a puzzled expression and quickly r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/719234/ On a journey through a wood,musty, moldy scent fills your nose.old tree bark falls, new bark develops shoes slide on needles,sun blazes down and bakes the rocks,birds chirp over head. suddenly, your shoes slide,and the ground rushes skyward.SPLAT!THUD!SCHLOP!&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/717479/ Tiny fiddlers huddle by the boardwalk,Returning to their homes,And dolphins crest the sea,Looking for a meal. Jellyfish float elegantly, Like ghosts of neon,While seagulls ready their wingsAnd fluff their feathers. Sharks stalk silently Like cats in the night,As her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/706177/ They don’t seeThey don’t hearThey don’t care. They don’t listen,They don’t watch,They don’t  know They don’t feelThey don’t hurt,They don’t fear They don’t get it…This thing that’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/705526/ The tiny letters on the box,Are they supposed to help?They don’t even look like words,Let alone a list of steps. These people that make the directions,They needn’t follow their own instruction,They don’t know our pain.Do they not understand that we’re con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/701083/ Her throat closing in, Heart pounding through my chest,Feeling as if it will bust through my rib cage,Pupils pulled wide in fear,Body rigid and stiff,As if she is dead but yet alive,Standing in front of the class,Alone, though in a group,What if she messes up?Will her group forgive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/700518/ Her soft purr, Her rough tongue,Her loving natureFor everyone. She’s a lost treasure,This cat of mine,Years of fourteenNever brought her down. Instead turned onBy her own heart, Which became too heavy,and finally stopped. Rest in Peace Boots Junior,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/699055/ A small child, about four years old, ran giggling through a wide back yard. She was dressed in pastel blue and light green shorts and a t-shirt that exposed her belly button when she raised her arms. Her skin was golden tan and her hair was dark black and curled slightly at the ends. It bounced back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/698936/ Zena woke the next morning with a migraine. Not just your average, light hurts sort of migraine.  Her migraine was an aching, searing, head throbbing, knife through the skull kind of migraine pain.  She yanked a pillow over her eyes and reached for the blinds to pull them closed. She moane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/698486/ Dear sir, Dear good, good sir,I see you opening doors,Being a prince to women you meet. I see the way you act, Serene but polite,Welcoming and warm. And I cannot help but be jealous,I’ve wanted one like you for so long,So answer me this, dear prince,Can I be y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/698476/ After an hour or so, Wolf wandered back into the kitchen to find only Zena sitting at the table.                 “So he’s already gone then?” Wolf asks quietly from the doorway.    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/696745/ Did you ever wonder,What would happen,If a zombie And a vampire,Fell in love, What would happen? They’d create a zompire,A unkillable bloodsucker,Who only came out at night,Every child’s night mare. You, my dear, Seem to know how its done,As you can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/691267/ Beautiful white sand, The sun cresting the ocean, Casting it’s warm yellowyGlow over the pale sands beneath my bare feet. The salty air fills my nostrils And the gentle breeze blows my hair.Soft beneath my feet,An alien feeling,Unlike that of home. The cool an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/691258/                 A little while later, Wolf woke to hushed voices speaking in rushed tones coming from the kitchen.  He checked the time on his watch and knit his brows in confusion.  It was about four o’clock .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/689491/                 At around ten thirty that night, Zena pulled on her dark pants, wrapped up her strappy top, pulled her hair into a tight and high pony, and then placed her six, four, and eight inch blades on her thigh, arm sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/687576/ i had a strange dream last night, and freelancejouster prompted me to write a poem about it... enjoy! XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/686784/ The next morning, there was a knock at the door.  Zena woke from a deep sleep instantly and scooped up the closest blade as she bolted for the door.  She flung open the door and stepped out of view, the short blade resting lightly in her palm. As the visitor stepped over the threshold and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/686314/ Laughing with my friends,Giggling like school girls as you walk by.If you only knew why,If you only knew how I felt… I wish I could tell you, But then I’d have to risk it.My fragile soul does not needTo be broken again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/684892/ Why must this life cause so much pain and suffering?Constantly sitting on the edge, ready to fall?Someone is always around to push you into the trench,Bury you alive and hide your screams. Surprisingly enough, not many reciprocate,ready to catch you, holding a spade to uncover you. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/680849/ Later that night, after a short supper with little conversation, Zena retired to her room, Maurly went out for exercise, and Wolf had sunken down into the couch that had become his bed.  He had slowly become quite fond of the way the old couch cradled him. He had become rather used to the musty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/680759/ After a couple of hours, Wolf has been laying on the couch for a while, reading a book that he found on a shelf in the room silently, waiting for any sign of Zena.  Suddenly, he hears strange yelling and grunting- type sounds coming from behind the house.  He gets up slowly and wanders out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/678063/ Holding Hands ---"We definitely love each other"Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"Holding on tight ---"I don't want to let go"Looking into each other's Eyes ---"I just plain love you"Playing with Hair ---"Tell me you love me"Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go"Laughing while Kissi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/675468/ I hear her cry,call out in pain...asking for help...But its become,my best talent, you see,to ignore one's cries..I sheath the blades,another dark blot clouds my soul...and then the cries grow quiet,and become the last whispers of death.She cries out once more,in agony and defeat,then lay lifeless a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673950/ You'll always be the one,i run to for help,You'll always be the one,i want beside me all night.You'll always be that man,Forever, Love.You'll Never be the one,I think of with hate,you'll never be the one,I hide from, with secrets,Forever, Love.You'll always be the one,held close in my arms,you'll al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673930/ The leaves are slowly turning grey,The hours are quietly passing by and,The seasons are fading in circles.As i watch it all happen,My heart is painfully breaking.I smile as he walks by,holding the hand of his "new love",when we talk at night,he asks if everything's all right,I tell him I have to go... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673929/ once again, a poem from last year... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673925/ written when a friend of mine told me they wanted to commit... thank god they didn't... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673922/ In this parallel place,where everything's not as it seems,you're here and you're not, a shadow of yourself.Everything I do is mirrored,everything I say is echoed,everything I have, they also have,yet I notice none of this.The darkness she sees is gone.The Pain she feels is nonexistent.The Lingering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673920/ written near the end of my bouts with depression... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673917/ you guessed it, also from last year... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673913/ again, wrote this poem last year... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673911/ another one that i wrote last year while i was going through depression... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673910/ a poem i wrote while i was depressed last year... tell me what you think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673907/ I will always love you,I will always care,I will always help you,I will always be there.I will always come, I will always watch,and I will always support you.I will always comfort,and I will always encourage.And why?Because I will always NEED you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673905/ dedicated to Jacob House, my bestest big brother ever.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cocoacandy/673897/