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Maxwell Oct 2016
you with your voice like silk
i bleed as the silk cloth you flicked
you bind me with words of magic
bound and bewitched, with a single touch
i burn like an endless candle wick
Gaius Normanyo Oct 2016
I once learned that on a dark night, you can see one burning candle about 30 miles away, provided you have a flat land and a clear horizon.

Imagine that perfect circumstance.

In contrast to that hypothetical flat land, a life can be a rugged terrain.
Every choice is made and every inaction is an action with a weathering outcome, shaping our characteristic formations.
Splintering fault lines begin to appear as our decisional plates shift under the surface of our appearance to others.
There are unending waterfalls of thoughts and emotions; they can refresh you or they can drown you.
Unexpected cliffs hang over the crags of uncertainty, regret, anxiety and suffering.

Darkness falls suddenly over the land of life, but life does not offer a clear view to a candle in the distance.

Despite all this, light in life is closer than you think.

Light is seen through the people all around you.
The honest smile of another face, hope shared through dreams and aspirations — those are flames that shine brighter than any candle. The best part is that those are just minute examples of all the bright experiences we are blessed to have.

We should realize that while the horizon that is the future will often be unclear, the Light in each and every one of us is never extinguished. It grows as we cherish one another, share love and fellowship, and care about the needs of others above our own.

This little light of mine... It's yours too.
The simple question only you can answer now is this:
How bright will it burn?
11:52 PM, 10/17/16 - 6:09 AM, 10/18/26
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Flickering

wick,

Burning

quick,

Candle

light,

Versus

night
Kaylee Lemire Sep 2016
He always kept candles, loved
to watch their silent vigil stand
bright against shadow.
He lit them, letting himself
get lost in
their seductive mirage--
only long enough to
snap out of a haze
and extinguish the light between
his fingers.
In a way,
he lived for their death,
the curling of pungent smoke, mingling
with stale bedroom air.

But he also thrived on their rebirth--
the glowing ember, *******
breath from the smoke and
regenerating from ashes.
Poetic T Sep 2016
When it fades, its like a candle that ceases
to exist and so the flame was never lit..

You cherished a moment that was as
threadbare as the good reflections of us.

I look into your being and I see through
you as my heart now sees nothing within.
JGuberman Sep 2016
To see the light of memory
reduced
to but a wisp of smoke
to hear the burning candle
at the end of its wick
extinguish itself in a hiss,
is to experience for but a moment
ancient death performing its work anew.

"I cannot see, I cannot see!"
says the soul of its diminishing
diminished light.
"Illuminate me, O God,
make me to shine like the light
in a child's eyes,
allow me to walk again
along the edge of creeping darkness,
like a carefree youth
no longer afraid of the dark.
But I'm still afraid, Oh so afraid
that if you close my eyes this once
I will not return to burn with sight again
for the fire that now fades
and hisses
is but ancient death performing its work
anew
rendering a disserve to my being
by reducing the light of memory
in the hearts of each succeeding generation."
Published in a different format in RESPONSE XVI:4 (Winter 1990), p. 81
Yahrzeit is the anniversary of a family member's death at which time a "yahrzeit candle" is lit which burns 24 hours during the annual yahrzeit period.
Brent Sep 2016
Halina kayong lahat at makinig!
Magdikit-dikit at magkapit-bisig!
At sabay pakiramdaman ang tahimik na unos
ng isang dakilang puting kandilang upos.

Dito sa ating liblib na barrio
Nakatago ang isang kandilang puti
Labis na mahaba;
ang pasensya
na tila kayang hintayin
ang walang hanggan.
Ngunit labis na manipis;
na kaybilis tablan at lapitan ng hinagpis.

Dumating ang araw na kinailangang sindihan
ang dakilang puting kandila
sapagkat nawala at napundi na
ang ilaw ng tahanan.

Nang idinikit ang posporo sa kanyang mitsa
ay hindi sadyang nakapaso ang kandila
subalit ang nagsindi
ay 'di napigilang magalit,
pilit na pinutol ang kandilang puti
sa gitna at ito'y nangalahati.

Walang nagawa ang kandilang mayumi
kundi iiyak ang mainit nitong pagkit
ngunit ang tanglaw nito ay kayliwanag
buong barrio'y mararamdaman ang kanyang sinag.

Ilang araw nangyaring muli
ang pagpasong hindi minimithi
ang kandilang puti'y
patuloy pa ring nangangalahati
ngunit ang liwanag sa barrio'y
sa kanya pa rin nanggagaling.

Dumating ang araw ng kandila
na hindi na maaring kalahatiin.
Unti-unting sumuko na rin
ang mahaba nitong mitsa.

Sa huling sandali,
ay hindi na nakapagpigil
ang mapanghimok na nagsindi.
Buong lakas na nag-ipon nang hangin
Buong pwersang sumigaw sa kandila.
Ang kandila'y 'di na nanlaban
at nagtuloy nang manghina.
At sa huling bulong ng nagsindi,
ang liwanag ng kandilang puti ay napundi.

Halina kayong lahat at makinig
Magdikit-dikit at magkapit-bisig
sabay pakiramdaman sa walang kibong katahimikan
ang umaalulong na hagulgol ng dakilang kandila.
trying out a literary style for a contest. 3rd work that's in Filipino. Kinda deep and shallow at the same time.
I light a candle for everything I've learned,
Everything I have yet to learn,
Everything I've seen, been to blind to see and will see in the future

I light a candle to restore myself,
when my candle wants to burn out
I light a candle for life,
when all I see is Death

I light a candle to survive
This Godforsaken world,
while every inch of me
is struggling to get through
yet another day, hour, minute, second
of all this misfortune I've seen,
not only towards me,
but an endless amount of destinies,
is this ever going to stop?
Or are we doomed for living?

I surely don't know nor wish to know
Because I've learned that a lot of times,
the truth hurts more than lies ever will be able to...
Robin Goodfellow Sep 2016
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Watching the weary
rising from graves like candles
in shallow water.
KathleenAMaloney Aug 2016
The Day Is Singing
Yes It Is!!
Yes It Is!!

The World Is Playing!
Yes It Is
Yes It Is

Sand Castles
Now for Praying!
Yes It Is
Yes It Is!!!!

There Together
We Be Staying
Yes We Will
Yes We Will
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