I wrote this for the basic premise of the story was for me to write about if I were a candle.  Comments welcome.
  My Master’s Candle
           It was finally going to happen and I was very excited because for the first time I was going to be put to use.  I’ve been sitting on a shelf for what seemed like eternity until one night, my master came, ( Read more... )

Black Cloak

She wears her black cloak with dignity

Her valiant battle dances with death

The poison in her body races with time

Or what little she has of it

Prayers shatter heaven

For her life to be spared

Like shards of glass

Grief pierces the beyond

Beseeching the One for a miracle

Like the ancients of old

Sack cloth and ashes

Lent on my forehead branded

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I'm not sure where this piece came from for it just flowed.  Not sure of the title.  Suggestions are welcome.
I lift my eyes aloft searchint for beauty in streets too close together; where you can see into the gaping windows of the dwellings around you.  At night, you can see the various colors of flashing silver screens simiiar to life, only ( Read more... )

Yesterday I put up the tree and as per usual fought valiantly with the lights. I don't know who won, me or the tree. Hopefully someday they'll make lights without wires. Wouldn't that be nice. Though a trifiling subject there is nothing that will make you feel like crying or throwing the tree out the window when it comes to the lights. Christmas ( Read more... )