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Maja Nov 2022
Human life is funny. I tend to think of us as candles.
And we flicker.
We’re small.
We die.

But, you feed that candle, it can be a fire.
And we burn.
We blind.
We remember.
Leocardo Reis Jun 2022
I could write
on emotion alone.
Through bitterness,
I sought beauty.
With rage,
I expressed
the torrent within.
All was aflame,
all had burned brightly.

But now,
it is naught but a flicker.
I pass time quietly,
as the ash of past emotions
blanket the landscape with grey.
I am tired.
I fear I may
never recover.
M Solav Mar 2021
Are you alright?
Seems like your
Keeps flickering.
Written on March 18th, 2021.

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Chris Chaffin Jan 2021
Candles flicker
with begged forgiveness,

each tender wick
a glowing reminder,

each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father’s cheek.

Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.
Eola Nov 2020
Blaze is licking the glass gently
Showing the beauty when the light and the night meet
Although soothingly hot to the touch
It cannot warm this dead heartbeat
Alexis D Cruz Jul 2020
the warmth of the sun spills through the window
gold waves rush over us entangled in these sheets
I wake to your hand brushing my cheek
your lips are on mine before you know

but this isn't real, it's all a dream
for you aren't really here with me
whenever you left, all of the light followed
darkness easily prevails a heart left so hollow

desolation leaves me numb to the cold
and the bitter feeling consumes my soul
there is absolutely nothing left in my core
can't even recall who I was before

did you mean to leave me like this?
without even a flicker to start my fire
I can't feel need, want, or desire
I lost myself in your infernal abyss
The initial feeling when someone you love leaves, it seems like you can't escape the dark - loneliness leaves you cold and desolate. Eventually though, you find a way to break through. You find that flicker of hope and it spreads into a wildfire. You find your light again.
muteD Jun 2020
not a flicker, nor a flame.‬
‪always invisible, unknown by name.‬
‪so now it is up to me‬
‪to leave a mark,‬
‪to go out with a bang‬
‪and leave my art.‬

There was this tweet that told us to write based on the picture that had attached .. it was my first time ever doing something like that and I only did it to see if I could.

Honestly I wish you guys could see the picture. Nonetheless, I’m really proud of this especially since I haven’t written any poetry all month.
William de klerk May 2020
Tight and tortuous spaces slowly starve a once brilliant flame.
Reduced to vicious gasping as a faint flicker fades,
****** fists do all but break through these cold concrete walls
That darken ever so slowly.
Quick heavy breaths of precious vapour
like limp light from a dying flame,
Will soon be  little more than an impossible choice.

Would it's warmth justify a shorter struggle
Or should I ***** the flame
And endure this creeping cold.
With more time these blows and bashes
May crack these newly red walls.
Still, gambling Men may suffer in vain
But even a fool sees with they could obtain
So let me grab my dice,
And clutch my cross as I roll
to clash against these crooked cards.
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