Candice Renae Williams

Rookie (Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Candice Renae Williams Poems

1. Luck 3/25/2005
2. Thoughts Heading Towards Eventuality 3/25/2005
3. This Feeling, I'M Finding 3/25/2005
4. Incredibility 3/27/2005
5. Personality, Is A Fly 3/27/2005
6. Lament Of The Suicidal Thinker 3/27/2005
7. Part Of The Story Of It 3/26/2005
8. The Groove 3/26/2005
9. Wonder 3/25/2005
10. Pain 3/25/2005
11. A Cry To Livre 3/25/2005
12. In A Grave 3/25/2005
13. It 3/25/2005
14. You And Me 3/25/2005
15. The Stone 3/25/2005
16. Accepting The Unacceptable 3/25/2005
17. I Am Falling 3/25/2005
18. Back Again 3/25/2005
19. Perhaps An Inevitable Bonding 3/25/2005
20. Pride, Eh' That Him 3/27/2005
21. Friends Forever 3/27/2005
22. Storyline 3/27/2005
23. I See You There 3/25/2005
24. Dreaming 3/25/2005
25. Tide 3/25/2005
26. Outside 3/25/2005
27. Behind The Tide 3/25/2005
28. Silver Rings 3/27/2005
29. Lit Candle Flickering 3/27/2005
30. Jimmy, Love, 3/27/2005
31. Destiny 3/25/2005
32. Pretense Of Life 3/25/2005
33. A Fool To One? 3/25/2005
34. The Path Of Tears 3/25/2005
35. The Disease 3/25/2005
36. Only My Silhouette 3/25/2005
37. Within 3/25/2005
38. Oh, Moon 3/25/2005
39. The Teeth 3/25/2005
40. A Strange Fear 3/27/2005

Comments about Candice Renae Williams

  • Peter A. Crowther (3/27/2005 4:30:00 PM)

    I think I like your musing comments almost as much as your poems.

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  • Brenda Fischer (2/24/2005 12:04:00 PM)

    You speak from a depth. Somewhere in the recesses of heart and soul. It's powerful. Keep on keepin' on.

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  • Candice Williams (2/15/2005 10:47:00 AM)

    Write poetry from the heart. -CRW

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Best Poem of Candice Renae Williams

My Sister's Funeral

Strike, spark, and inhale.
I fling the used match to the side,
exhale, and take another hard puffing.
People stood awkwardly in line-proceeding
Each of em’ preparing-speeches,
and each with their soft words that they care with understanding,
telling me that I was needing-
some time alone to bother coping.
Anger, useless feeling.
So I sat there, staring blankly
at the ‘comforting’ wall-paper they forever kept using,
and let the seconds turn—ticking on by
Cramp in shoulder, shift position, and inhale.
The light bulb flickering, and I watch ...

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A Girl In The Corner

Ignore me.
I do not realize-
I have absolutely no poise
and I have no ties anymore.
For no one can be trusted.
Will they all turn by me?
Assist me.
I am just a girl in the corner,
alone in her own miserable company.