Have you ever noticed what happens to a candle once it has started to melt?
How the wax pools in the centre until it has nowhere to go so it eventually overflows, spilling down the sides.
How, even when the flame has died it still stands there strong but if you look closely you can see the bits that have melted. The bits that have changed shape. Then you realise that it will never look the same again.
I think that's what happens to people...someone or something touches them and afterwards they are never the same.
candle headed kids,
melting under pressure.
contorting and dying under the weight of something so bright and important:
the burn of a good future just an arms reach away.
the heat of not letting anyone down.
the scorching pain of reaching through the flame,
the one thing destroying them,
just to succeed.
just to not let anyone down.
just to live.
smog headed kids.
they cannot breathe.
contorting around their lungs,
so dark in their minds.
the need for pain,
the feeling of undeserving.
no one understands a smog headed kid.
forever choking over their own mind.
to talk to. All
I need right now
is a shoulder to cry on,
a kind word, a loving smile.
The kind of silent understanding
you feel with someone who knows
you inside and out. I just want to be
loved, not for what I can give some-
one, not for how hard I can make
them laugh, but literally just for
who I am. Someone who
loves me despite me.
Despite my flaws and cruel words and harsh
thoughts and lonely feelings. I'm
tired of feeling like a
Why do you neglect to see
that I'll be on this shelf for eternity?
Burning in the night
A candle waves about.
Puffs of smoke rise up.
The space glows—flickering.
A calming warmth cuts the darkened space.
She sets to pen and paper then dreams.
Recording her thoughts and soulful musings,
Light flows out across the page.
Here, where time has lost its meaning,
The wick is burning and the wax is melting.
The glow is soothing and the words are moving.
A story grows in the throes of her feelings.
Make a wish
Another blown candle
to my so called golden year
Another wish another rotation to the same life long inauguration
When is the picket fence sent?
In blown candles of wishes after wishes
Doubt after doubt
it becomes so repetitious
When does your money grow?
In blown candles of riches after riches
Til you become so poor
you sleep under the bridges
When is love sent?
In blown out candles of loneliness
Carrying a familiar scent to its smokey extinguishment
Light me up instead
but not like a birthday candle
Light me like a night candle
Like the flame you wouldn't separate
from its source upon lighting
Not many people know this,
But when I'm worried,
Or stressed about something or someone,
I light a candle,
And I pray their pain goes away.
I lit one for you,
It was scented cinnamon,
And I asked God,
"Please, just heal him quickly"
Give him safety.
I thought about you a lot today,
Trying to think of things to say,
the last thing you need is another person freaking out I'm sorry
Wondering if I could ever visit,
And see if you were okay.
I watched the flickering flame.
Take his pain away.
"Are you ok? Your family, Where are they now?"
They are where they are. They follow the winds blown.
"It's so dark! Light a candle here!"
You can light six-and-twenty. Makes no difference. My heart is still dim.
"Don't say such things. You've got your whole life ahead."
Would that I could join you. Would that I could be you. I'm deaf to the tolls of my caged heart.
Always there burns a candle in heart,
unaffected by rains of eyes,
or hurricane thoughts.
Always with rays of light
as my light house
guiding my waking days.
Dance oh flame dance,
like lighted torch
when I attempt to go astray.
Dance oh flame with grace
to reboot my smile
of my precious soul
of my divine life.