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There, the candle is lit
A small flame in a darkened room
Fighting against the dusk
Of tomorrow obscurity's bloom
So minuscule, I see you
Powerless, more or less
What can you do little one?
Of that light that will soon… soon
Finish its tune.
Don't be afraid, my dear
Everything is suddenly clear
So worried you are, I'll be back for you
Your flame is still bright, so is the darkness surrounding you.
It won't struggle against the time. The clock stops spinning…
So lonely goes the solemn tear
I fear my light will soon…soon.
Die out.
Long nights, silenced dear one
Awaiting the return of one thee
Cold? How's the weather? ''Can you see clearly in the dim?''
Perhaps I could see, if only you'd let me
Flame flame,
Am I still sane?
Can I wait for you further as my flame burns out?
Or perhaps was I meant to only be your light?
Your warmth, your way, but will you keep me?
There's only a certain amount of time that a candle can be lit…
Whether it is me, little as I am, who you want to acquit
Waiting…Waiting
My time has come to stop debating silly one
I have my electricity or a bigger candle that I have of my own.
Kiss me till I fall asleep, are the last words I say.
Because maybe reality isn't better than my dreams
Little one I was to you
Now my flame, beams but no more
No more to only you...
A small flame in a darkened room
Fighting against the dusk
Of tomorrow obscurity's bloom
So minuscule, I see you
Powerless, more or less
What can you do little one?
Of that light that will soon… soon
Finish its tune.
Don't be afraid, my dear
Everything is suddenly clear
So worried you are, I'll be back for you
Your flame is still bright, so is the darkness surrounding you.
It won't struggle against the time. The clock stops spinning…
So lonely goes the solemn tear
I fear my light will soon…soon.
Die out.
Long nights, silenced dear one
Awaiting the return of one thee
Cold? How's the weather? ''Can you see clearly in the dim?''
Perhaps I could see, if only you'd let me
Flame flame,
Am I still sane?
Can I wait for you further as my flame burns out?
Or perhaps was I meant to only be your light?
Your warmth, your way, but will you keep me?
There's only a certain amount of time that a candle can be lit…
Whether it is me, little as I am, who you want to acquit
Waiting…Waiting
My time has come to stop debating silly one
I have my electricity or a bigger candle that I have of my own.
Kiss me till I fall asleep, are the last words I say.
Because maybe reality isn't better than my dreams
Little one I was to you
Now my flame, beams but no more
No more to only you...
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Silly Little Candle - Poetry
During the writing of this poem, I actually focused on one thing generally. Re-reading this makes me realize how many possibilities there is to it. The meaning can vary from whether perspective you have. Whether it is the candle or the one who carries it. From my point of view, I was the candle.
-When writing this, I focused on the pointview of the small candle. About feeling small, feeling used, but being stubbornly silly for staying ''on'' as in, turned on (which goes with the lit candle); for so long knowing that it wasn't healthy. Using phrases like ''soon...soon'' I wanted to give a feeling of a slow fade. How slowly, but soon whithering, the candle can't take of this anymore. I was looking to compare between reality and the object being the candle, how similar they can be when we think about it.
I'm a little new to this, because during the time I was writing this, I was saying it out loud which is not something I often do. I'm wondering if the phrase fragment really did turn out alright. ^///^
~I credit Tamarashi☆ for the wonderful artwork on the preview image. <3
During the writing of this poem, I actually focused on one thing generally. Re-reading this makes me realize how many possibilities there is to it. The meaning can vary from whether perspective you have. Whether it is the candle or the one who carries it. From my point of view, I was the candle.
-When writing this, I focused on the pointview of the small candle. About feeling small, feeling used, but being stubbornly silly for staying ''on'' as in, turned on (which goes with the lit candle); for so long knowing that it wasn't healthy. Using phrases like ''soon...soon'' I wanted to give a feeling of a slow fade. How slowly, but soon whithering, the candle can't take of this anymore. I was looking to compare between reality and the object being the candle, how similar they can be when we think about it.
I'm a little new to this, because during the time I was writing this, I was saying it out loud which is not something I often do. I'm wondering if the phrase fragment really did turn out alright. ^///^~I credit Tamarashi☆ for the wonderful artwork on the preview image. <3
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Hmm... I asked my superiors whether or not we can have old poems in the contest and I was going through alot of your gallery and several other people's as well. I find this is very interesting. Since you seem to be hesitant on a paired poem with your ex, and I'm not going to force you merely because of higher chances of winning. Anyway, I think I will submit this poem to the board of administrators and see what they can say. If you don't want this to be placed in the contest let me know. We are also very selective on what goes into the contest so this may not be entirely chosen. The topic of the contest is also about couplings, problems with love, friends, etc. This poem seems like it could be about anything beside the actual topic so I can see what I can do. The hot issue though is couplings, and paired poems have higher chances of winning above all. Nonetheless, I will let you decide.