Hooked-On-Candycanes

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Morning After by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

Think of You by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Think of You

Leaves patter under the sheen of drops. Weeps to fill the canopy till it bows and drops… and I think of you. These days are full and often hard to bear like the weep of rain upon my face, alone and bare, I imagine you. Yes, though my heart has many rips and tears my mind is swelling up, expressed in burning tears. I long for you. To be snuggled up in arms to see what stops the heart. It aches my heavy chest to know that we’re so far apart. I want you. These miles, if only they would shrink to merely inches. To be so close to string your arms within my heart as stitches. I think of you, so hard my confidence, it flinches. I imagine you, despite my fears that aggregate in glitches. I long for you, as song beats breast within the beaks of finches. I want you, more and more each day to revel in such riches. Though you, you're so far away… For me, my love will never to abade. There will come a day When we’ll be close…someday For now, I’ll watch the rain, splattering my

Courageous Heart by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Courageous Heart

To the greatest man I’ve ever met, I owe my life to you. If time was only but reset my words would still be true. For all of them who’ve parted paths away to walk their own, the droves and all the lonely swaths couldn’t love me like you’ve shown. Of the many that have left my life, I miss you most of all. How you’ve changed this one rife with cliffs from that I fall. You saved me on that dark decent, your love, it welled and sprawled, and rightly like a trapeze net caught me, flaws and all. Frightful tight wire walk performed of which you saw straight through. The wire snapped, the act deformed yet still you s

Impotent Opponent by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Impotent Opponent

It’s the memories. Ephemeral shards piercing my brain. Those lovely atrocities that is the romance braver’s bane. At length I sit in sorry silence mesmerized by the cadence of a lone and sickly sense of a lack of repentance by you and your lathe. You called it love, of which in I bathed and drowned, naively shoved any inkling of malice to replace in white lace. Refused to face yet there was a taste. Thinking back now, yes, a taste. Metallic and red and sinister. Bloody, like a coagulated blaze burning the tongue. You hateful spinster! You gouged your lathe into beating meat to separate me from me in such a confused, congealed feat

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Untitled

There is one thing I wish I could revert back and say to me I'd tell him, "Hey, Kiddo, life will never be easy." Tell him, "Worry about money, but don't worry too much. It happens to everyone that you'll stress and such, but what you've got is all enough. Sometimes going on is tough since it's easier to show selfishness, but never let anyone make you feel less for you can be relentless, fearless." I'd let that boy know, to his own afraid ears, "It's okay to take time before choosing careers. Don't throw away time and cash better spent searching the world for what you were meant. This society of ours, resembles a play made for us all to no

A Corporate Slave by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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A Corporate Slave

I cannot feel hunger, I can't afford it. I cannot be thirsty, broke is my true grit. I have to be happy for these things I own ...so few. I cannot feel despair, it's not acceptable. I cannot be sad that my cup isn't full. I must fight and fend for the life I lead is short. I cannot feel my heart, it makes me soft. I cannot be fearful of discomfort aloft. A babe can't possibly decide. Fore-fathers chose for me long ago. I cannot feel shaken by the knowledge of my fate. I cannot be broken my family legacy dictates: You will be born here to scrounge and live in need. I cannot feel pride for things I can't yield. I cannot be content de

My Apologies by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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My Apologies

I feel the earth asunder as I look upon your face and every little detail of your visage I do trace. The luster of the sight renders my voice to fail and mute. Your every gesture and mime designed to make me melt. Every time I rear my head and grasp my inner torso I'm lost within a world of tender lighted window. A ginger bitter flavor found abandoned on the tongue has reached me from within and burgled straight from my lung and gasps are a sorry fickle way to breathe "I'm sorry". Even still more distracting still to watch our cut-short movie. Razor cleaved and cut out and shot without a viewer save the sorry man who made the scene

Me by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Me

I'm broken but it's all good. I'm doing just fine holding my pieces together, stumbling about, them slipping out of grasp. Out of my tight clenched fingers. The edges are sharpened glass and my cuts rolling rivers. Pain awakens me to life. Pain reminds me to feel… and I do such self-medicated wonders to avoid it! I can't discern to hate myself that way… and every day I'm sober is the day I'm slipping red and spend my time collaging a clouded image. Me. They all watch the blood, the parts, the medication, and we say it's all okay then turn away and let it happen. 12.4.12 ~ S. L. Rousey

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Morning After by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

Think of You by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Courageous Heart by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Courageous Heart

Impotent Opponent by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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A Corporate Slave

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We the People by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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We the People

Circumvent the variant. The honest ponder the truth while the liars steal it from beneath their upturned noses. Yet before none have known the outcome of the thing. None can crack the code or hack the system. Perhaps it's the complexity of it all. It leaves the stuck still set to trace their own faces in the reflection of their black laptop screens. That lifeless monster medusa that holds the gaze, freezing their hearts to stone. If the sky became so blank, black and starless and unable to read, we'd all be up in arms right? Agape and staring off despairing blame. News in double time of how the end draws near. It's everyone e

Wait and See by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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Wait and See

Hello again. The fitful pangs Mourning moaning Dully echo in an empty place They're all so beautiful What good am I Trapped in youth With no resume to back me up I'm doing it again. That sorry longing, misplaced envy. Deep set jealousy. Will you do the same like everyone else before you? Before me? Carve a piece of my heart and eat it? Nom nom nom… Till it's all gone. Or will you finally be worth it. I just wish my stomach would stop aching... In the mean time I'll wait and see. 12.21.12 ~ S. L. Rousey

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The Fire Thief by Hooked-On-Candycanes, literature

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The Fire Thief

A bitten villain smitten by the mire withers dead and cold howls tactile. With shoes and gloves and other such attire attack the fray and other fight transpire. Climb we do around that spiral spire. We'll never reach the top to crown our sire. In reverse we'll shiver as a liar caught red handed, in the jar of fire. We only stole it for a warm desire. The feeling in our toes long since dead and vial. The feeling in our hearts, an ice-cold crier. The feeling in our hands burned fire!

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 6, 1990
United States
Deviant for 15 years
He / Him

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I am an individual who creates primarily poetic art.

I suppose if you'd like to know more you could always ask.

I hope you enjoy my work!

Current Residence: Hutchinson, KS
Favourite genre of music: All!
Favourite style of art: All forms. All art is beautiful.
Operating System: PC
Favourite cartoon character: Link - Legend of Zelda
Personal Quote: "Nothing will change if it stays the same." - Me

Favourite Visual Artist

Edvard Munch

Favourite Movies

Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Waking Life, .Hack//Liminality

Favourite TV Shows

Will and Grace, Six Feet Under, 30 Rock, The Office, United States of Tara, How I Met your Mother, .Hack//Sign

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jamie Woon, Regina Spektor, Imogen Heap, The Fray, Hayley Westenra, David Archuleta

Favourite Books

House of Leaves, Autobiography of Red, feed, House of the Scorpion, Brave New World, 1984, Animal Farm, Hatchet, Lord of the Flies, The Great Gatsby

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe, Mark Danielewski, George Orwell