Candle Flames and Little Girls

by BlueEyedMystery   Apr 16, 2009


The candle flame, it flickers,
as she stares into the light.
Tries to burn the thoughts away,
she tries with all her might.
But they just won't go away,
they torture and taunt her soul,
but why should she care?
She already knew she wasn't whole.
She's broken, torn
ripped apart at the seams.
Like a messed up teddy bear,
that haunts the little girl's dreams.
My one hundredth poem,
guess it should be more.
It's not glamorous or creative.
The word choice is pretty poor.
But the little girl doesn't care,
she's still staring into the flame.
F.uck you, and all these thoughts.
The little girl died, what a shame.

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*is not having a good day*

And I'm still talking to myself.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    First, I woud like to say that the title really caught my eye. It was unique and different, making me wonder what this poem was going to hold.

    ""The candle flame, it flickers,
    as she stares into the light.
    Tries to burn the thoughts away,
    she tries with all her might."

    Beautiful opening, great flow and rhyming. I loved your wording and this just brought the reader in.

    "But they just won't go away,
    they torture and taunt her soul,
    but why should she care?
    She already knew she wasn't whole."

    I liked the wording in the second line, "taunt" is the perfect word to use there.

    The last two lines struck the reader and give off such a sense of loneliness.

    "She's broken, torn
    ripped apart at the seams.
    Like a messed up teddy bear,
    that haunts the little girl's dreams."

    This was not the best, but it was different. The wording was not like above but you expressed yourself well.

    "My one hundredth poem,
    guess it should be more.
    It's not glamorous or creative.
    The word choice is pretty poor.
    But the little girl doesn't care,
    she's still staring into the flame.
    F.uck you, and all these thoughts.
    The little girl died, what a shame."

    The rest of the poem ran off course, I would not say "My hundreth...guess it should be more..the word choice.." because that is just venting and maybe you can put that on the bottom...The last line also hinted towards sarcasm, it just didn't strike me. It was a huge let down, and with the swear word too, it just didn't fit. I was hoping for a sad and haunting ending, not a venting..The beginning was very excellent though. 4/5 from me, I hope things are better for you.

    ~MaryAnne

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