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sunprincess Jul 2018
So I traveled to a curious shop, so quaint
At the farthest corner of the earth
Where they shop, genteel ladies that faint,
And then swoon at the drop of a hat

Upon arrival I turned the brass handle
Opened the door and peered inside
The place was well-lit by a single candle
Suddenly the door swung open wide

And yes, I was met by a charming smile
"It's a lovely day is it not, little miss?
Come my dear, shop, and stay a while"
Then whoosh! A long black cape!

Candle flickered, room became breezy
As dark shadows danced in corners
And strangely I began to feel uneasy
As I asked for Fiction and Fable
C E Ford Jul 2018
Your eyes are covered in smoke,
skin ashen
with the four dollar packs
You buy at the store
On the corner of Drayton
And Hall,

But my god,
You still glow and flicker
Like the first lit candle
Of the night
Warm, wild, wonderful
before 10 PM even starts.

Your lovers are glass bottles,
some full,
some empty,
some curvy.

And some broken
Shattered in your palms
And the brick wall of your apartment.

But you take pride in
the scars on your fingertips
And the nicks
From glass shards,

Because even though they’ve toughened you
to the worlds outside
your window,
they’ve made you
all the more beautiful.
I’m yearning for Savannah’s sleepy streets and a best friend to walk them.
Stereo Joy Jul 2018
A
Burn
Out



Did
Not
Have
The
Fuel
To
Keep
The
Fire
Going
On
As
­Much
As
They
Had
Hoped
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white

In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies

And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand

As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was

then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and

met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under

my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me

to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea

She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost

My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.

But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky

I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.

Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.

She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die

Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.

No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat
This poem is a tribute to Sue, who wrote a delightful kind poem for me called the 'angel with a broken wing'. I really cried at how beautiful it was so here is my poem to her to thank her.
Please follow Sue, she writes so elegantly and she's such a friendly soul too!
Here is the link to her page: https://hellopoetry.com/u712779/
Thank you so much, Sue!
Have a blessed day, everyone!
Lyn ***
Passang Sherpa Jul 2018
Just a candle in the dark,
Here I am all alone
trying to reason out the love
That you had, never shown
Tear drops in my eyes,
Remembering you, and your voice
I guess that’s all I can do now,
For I have, no other choice.


Just a candle in the dark,
But yet, shedding lights for them
Love’s in the air for everyone
But for me, it’s not the same.
Days do not pass
Without a thought of you,
And I always see you further
Even in my dreams too.


Just a candle in the dark,
Wonder how long would it be there?
I have lost all hopes now
There's not a tear I can spare.
I can’t hold on to memories
And linger on
and cling on to thoughts of the days
Long gone


Just a candle in the dark,
Keeps you awake for a while
It would just sparkle my day
If only for once I could see you smile


I presume it’s all pre-written,
A thing called fate
but I would still keep waiting
Until I am, but long gone dead,

Copyright © PS
abby Jun 2018
we have been up all night, dreading the day
but this candlelit morning will go our way
breathing is easy, our voices low
covered in blankets, through the storm we go

slowly falling into sleep, I pray the rain my soul to keep
as the sun rises, we drown deep
our dreams will echo
our hearts will leap

the brightest colors softly fade as we melt into the day
pastel walls and tapestries
open window
misty breeze

a calm, cool candlelit morning as the sky is storming
the innocence of two friends after a night of spiritual awakening
Solitude Man Jun 2018
For the man has been changed,
dressing in a mirage and false attire
building a castle in his schizophrenic mind
for so long he guessed it was mist
his mind limboed by their words
'we are architects of the sand filled castle' they scream
they say he uses pity power,
so they tell him his pseudo-castle is bliss

For the man has been changed
the realisation is the ****** in his heart
he was right, their trust is a facade
they say he uses pity power
so they have to stay with him in the hard-times

For a time, I too thought my bed was laid,
unraveled the best wool for this bamboo sheets
all for me to realise that every utterance of love
that came from their lips
was but for them on a pressure cooker; making me the chef
though i took a journey, i started to understand they were never with me
they knock me off my perception stand
my candle light burning without light
though now they do not understand, for when they shall, standing not shall i be
for my heart has taken a bow

For a time, though i have sailed through them endlessly
and became an anaesthetic mind for their sake
for the man has been changed
though they say he uses pity power
this lego victim is the solitude man
and He's back.
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