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DJQuill Dec 2024
Once there was a candle in my hand
with no light
Just a candle

You gave it fire
And made it burn
It created light
A sign of hope
A guide through the night

Now this once burning candle
Begins to fade slowly
In this dark and frightening tunnel

It was not you who blew out the candle
It is certainly not my birthday wish
That I tried to blow out
It was a wind of change -
Time itself is the person
Who tried to put it out

Now I'm here, trying my best
To keep alive the guide through the night

My Beatrice - source of light
Guide through the night
When all hope and love is gone
Will you light the candle for me again?
I lost you in this dark place, my love
In this tunnel of despair

Don't let the candle go out
Thou shalt be the one to fade
May hope and luck be a shield for the fire
  Dec 2024 DJQuill
Lizzie Bevis
You read my poetry,
then turned away,  
as if the words
had nothing to say.  
Each line was a pulse,
it was a part of me,  
yet you drift on past,
too blind to see  
that my verses ache,
hoping to be heard,  
yet silence lingers,
louder than each word.  
The ink may fade,
but my feelings remain,  
as I laid my heart bare,
was it all in vain?

©️Lizzie Bevis
  Dec 2024 DJQuill
Antonyme
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
DJQuill Dec 2024
The alarm starts ringing
The music begins to sing
Realizing that the train,
That took you to the
The land of dreams,
Has brought you back,
To a place that waits for your warmth.
Now the world becomes bright,
Once again,
Because of you,
Good morning - Miss Sunshine
DJQuill Dec 2024
Life feels like a big, dark maze right now.
A dusty, dark hall full of unknown difficulties
I don't know where I'm navigating.
I see helping lights every now and then.
But they go dark after a while
Every step scares me to death
Makes my body shiver and itch
I may have the strength to reach the end, but
what will happen
when I reach it?
DJQuill Dec 2024
Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?

These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.

One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.
DJQuill Dec 2024
Standing in the dark
Tired of walking
My limbs feel numb
My hands feel cold

The streetlights say good night
Except for one
That greets me a taxi with flickering lights
I start waving, calling, screaming
But the car doesn't move
I try to get closer
But the distance feels the same

When will the taxi start to move?
Will it come towards me?
Or will it drive away?
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