#chandelier
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
Like sparkling water,her eyes so clear
Her kind is quite rare,
I mean...she glows in the dark !!
In the making,her creator was quite fair
For beauty,the creator gifted her quite a share
Many a time when she enters a room,she attracts attention effortlessly
Sometimes,this gets her under tension
But still,she shines through every season
And I love how her character transcends her beauty
The way she interacts with everyone she meets,further makes her such a rarity
She's royalty
Her heart is of gold
Despite the world being so cold
Such a go-getter,attitude so bold
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
Come baby,
Come be me near
Come be with me,
Am glad you finally made it here
With you by my side,I have no fear
When we are apart,my thoughts are so tangled,but with by my side,they get so clear
Assure me that you'll never leave,whisper it in my ear
Just because of how you make me feel
Even when you travel far and wide
Provided you'll come back right to me,all the waiting,
Am ready to bear
Come on now, let's get bare
I wanna kiss you there 😉
It's been a while and oh,btw,I love the smell if your hair
I'll forever be yours,no truth or dare
The top secret is your care
And always remember...you,with nobody I don't and never will wanna share
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier.
(27/11/2021)
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 4:25 PM UTC
It's the quietest time of night
Where the moon has peaked
All is hushed
And you're supposed to be asleep
But your mind plays games
Making noise that keep you awake
Mocking your restlessness and fears
Little monsters play tug-of-war
And swing from moonlit chandeliers
I Find comfort in the dark
A pitch black tranquility
But little monsters search for a thought
To keep me awake unwillingly
Heart steadies like the sea
Holding on to the evanescent dreams
Waiting for the pounce of little feet
Jumping on on you like a trampoline
They've finally tuckered themselves out
From running about
They curl up beside me
And count their sheep
Beside little monsters
I sleep
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
An old church at the end of the road
Sunflowers spill over the altar
For children grown old.
Alone in the pews
I watch light suffused
Through stained glass windows.
When I was young
And it was my turn
They gave us roses
Told us they still have thorns
Because life would hurt us
When we found it.
Most of us did.
Including me.
Most of us left those four walls.
Most of us moved far away.
Most of us never returned.
Except for me.
The dusty hymnals smell like youth.
The empty sanctuary looks like home.
And I can still see myself by the piano
The sound of my violin
Was bigger than the world.
When it's all over
I step outside and feel the cold.
I was so young.
And now I'm afraid.
I'm getting so old.
I don't know anyone
Filing out the door.
Nobody knows me.
I walk to the B&B.
I ask for a room.
I used to play there so often
They always let me stay for free.
The clerk says it's switched hands
A dozen times or more.
They say the chandelier
Hasn't heard a song in years.
I unpack my suitcase upstairs
And can't help but shed a few tears
For a town
That truly
Forgot
Me.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
Champagne bottles on the ground
Glitter splattered on walls
Tried to wash it all off
But it has stained the walls
Mascara on my face
Tried to clean the evidence of pain
But it hurts to confront it
I'll leave the wound to fester
Knocking on the door
Oh dear, Oh dear
Leave me alone
I won't come out, I won't come out
Might as well be hell
One more drink, One more drink
Please
Don't watch me, Don't watch me
Leave
Close the door, Close the door
Seclude myself in the cold
Chandeliers swinging, half broken, lights flickering
And I am the one swinging
Trying to make the last chain break into pieces
But it keeps holding on
Why won't it break I just want to fall
Feel my face on the ground
The Chandelier continues to shine while I try to die
I am holding on to dear life
Won't try to save myself though
Might as well try to let go
Maybe the Chandelier will fall, I am not sure
Glasses crackle under the pressure of my hands
Feel bad that I am destroying it
But I need your demise so I can die
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
I place myself in the center of room
as you panic to pack up your stuff,
being careful that nothing is left behind.
There are flowers growing in the corners of the room
that ask you to stay.
There are green skies
that we painted.
There are flaws your and mine
that decorate this wall.
There are TV channels
that we can surf through,
there are days to be wasted.
And I want to waste them with you.
I want you to stay.
I almost blurt it out.
But had it not been for these flowers and skies
and days written in color of your name,
I could have left
to find the dreams I never had.
There is a chandelier
of blood red glass
of your sighs and goodbyes.
I know you are not running away from me
but from our devils,
from our destruction,
that lay between us
every night.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Over a glass-floor ballroom
A sparkling chandelier hangs
Reflecting everyone on the floor
All of those too proud
It shows what they truly feel
Hate
Love
Jealousy
Betrayal
And if one should act
On their true feelings
Release what they have been dying
To say
The chandelier should see
And hear all
If it shall turn sour
And the chandelier falls
All of the true feelings it reflected
Shall be released
And show to them all
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
when her ocean sounds
rang the pallid chandelier
i felt my blood cook
and disappear
the pool-house hummed
in the veil of night
i wanted to speak with her
beneath a canopy of lights
i miss her bathroom floor
(the meadow of clothing)
buried like carthage salt
and the hymns she half-sings
into thin air
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
sitting on top of a sand dune
under the lights
of the Fourth of July.
The water below
cast the reflection of beautiful chandeliers
bursting with color,
and as timeless as sand,
and yet my eyes were elsewhere -
capturing something unlike I'd ever seen.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
laying on a couch as I held her,
she turned to me and smiled;
the chandeliers were bold and raucous
as they decorated the sky of my mind,
and the stars twinkled in the depths of her eyes -
that memory since faded with time.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
the pen in my hand
gave birth to words and worlds
made from my reflection
like they were my children -
and I had always feared
impotency.
I created places I'd never seen,
but they were as real as sand,
and for a moment,
I felt like God:
watching from above
as my creations began to breathe.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
living on a page of black and white,
if I was God,
she was an angel,
and the song from her trumpet
reminded me of the chandeliers
I thought were lost in time.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I don't know if I ever have,
but what I have is something
that gives me a reason to be;
Something beautiful
and intricate
like a chandelier
whose glass was once
nothing more
than countless grains of sand.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
Watch the trepidation in the swinging of a chandelier,
as its candles choreograph their own silhouettes
on the pallid walls
to the beat of the creaking ceiling.
When the roof caves in,
the walls will stop being a dance floor to ghostly shadows,
the chandelier will crash to the table,
and the song of a rusty, trepid chain will end.
You will have learn to let yourself waltz
to the music in your own head
and you will have to learn let others watch you
because you are a fire, not a ghost
and you do not belong in the shadows you create
when you’re secretly making your pain into art.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
They were hanging conspicuously held by the warmth of the sun,
refracted glimmer by each crystal, they shared their blissful fun.
As I walked underneath, they poured upon me the shadows of crystal slate
Lesser did I know, the scintillating chandelier reflected my own fate.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
"PuppyCat"
By Arcassin Burnham
Magic letters,
To the soul,
Once it sparkles,
Then behold,
I need noones everlasting help,
But yours,
Are you a cat?,
Maybe a dog?,
Letting all your memories become victims,
Of smog,
Then turn into a blank Requiem,
It goes to show I'm so appalled,
I guess you'd never thought I'd with chocolate covered strawberry blogs,
Can't look for proper income,
Than you better get a job,
Can't ever get one,
So you worship bones and skulls,
May I say more about you overreact,
Better keep the faith and love in puppycat.
"Chandelier"
By Arcassin Burnham
We won't be the only two hanging here,
Blinded by the light,
We should make it last while we still have our dignity,
I hope you're not too into me,
Cause in a distant memory,
I see clarity,
Couple drinks in my system,
And the remedies,
I just hope you're not too into me,
Another line sniffed,
So we're in another place,
Let this not be a penalty,
I hope you're not into me,
Still hangin.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
The surface of the water at Garrett Lake
is a ballroom floor, the bluest of hardwoods.
Hiding itself within its leafy forest green walls, which
if looked upon closely, one would swear you can see the woods.
We blazed a trail past a fallen trunk,
presumably lightning struck
whose roots had twisted
into the shape of a moose
fallen to sleep or endure breathe no more,
past the row of trees split
by the trail. One side
Life, the other death.
We found our way to an elder pine
who wanted to be a pier
and dove down so we could
sit upon him, no longer on land,
legs dangling like a chandelier above the ballroom.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Inside the gothic chamber of my heart
A round shaped table,painted dark,
A chandelier from crystals made.
A mirror seeking my own fate.
Up on a chair,a little child ,
With hair as night and eyes so wild
That a single stare could cut
Through the ration of a thought.
Every day he takes a knife
And he cuts himself alive.
All from scars, his body's made,
Counting them to stay awake.
Stay awake he always thought
If you sleep all fall apart
If you close your eyes to weep
The whole world will die asleep.
One day ,he touched his face
Searching for a tiny place,
Where he could add a scar to count,
But no place, was to be found.
With his vision towards the moon
His counting stopped.He entered soon
The dreaded dream he always found
A thing to fear,the holy ground.
And in his dream he finds his heart,
A round shaped table,painted dark,
A chandelier from crystals made,
A mirror broken by his fate.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Morning has awoken
But still in evening dress,
Betting once,
Then maybe twice,
But China still too far.
I look again at shattered crystal
And toppled chandelier--
Frozen again I remain at the door.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
You are the centerpiece
All the crystal fragments of your perfect self
Refracting light like a thousand diamonds
Dazzling and mesmerizing me into a
Blissful trance
Strong enough to hold yourself up
A beacon in the vastness of the
Dance floor of my life yet
Fine and elaborate in design
You reflect stars into my eyes
Even though you aren't a galaxy
I'm ensnared in the cosmos
Of your radiance
Far above me is
Where you reside and I
Am but an onlooker like the rest
Continually startled by your brilliance
When all of the guests leave
My hall and take but a memories
I will remain spinning in
Circles alone
Unable to see anything but
The most marvelous part of it all
You
My chandelier
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC