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For some reason I like posting my poetry here. This is a poem I wrote awhile back fro school reflecting my attitude on life. Though things have changed, my view on life is basicalyl the same, though slightly altered. So here you go: Candlesticks.

Candlesticks

i sit on a solid table top
i sit in a cold corner
my long yellow trunk smooth
the crown of my head
blanketed with a thin layer of dust

the single hair on my carved cap
perks straight up in a vertical fashion
never will i really be alight and eager,
i always think to myself,
never will i brighten a room

she sat on a velvet blanket
her arms curved slightly out
with a silver shimmer about them,
her hands like cups and saucers

her cups and saucer hands
laced with pink satin
and her slender frame wrapped
by a flimsy, soft Valentine’s red ribbon
that dangled off the edge
of the cherry wood desk that was her home

her flaming top fired
light into a room
like a thousand rays of
bursting sunshine

then her curvaceous frame
slowly began to disappear, strangled
in the grasp of frozen time
her dancing, dimming heart had become a useless puddle

then, she was removed
her purpose fulfilled
within a matter of days,
never to be used again

earlier today, i noticed
a new face, a wonder to behold,
as this chérie
stood upright in an elaborate golden stand

she knew you burned out
faster that way,
when everybody saw the secrets
she unveiled with her beams

no
i’d prefer to remain in
my cold, dark corner
reserved for all time
than become weak and need replacing

unnoticed, but with
infinite life,
inevitable knowledge,
and keys to doors
no one knows about

yes
i would be
the all knowing one,
the bored one,
the unnoticed one,
the healthy one,
the unused one,
the safe one.

and, yes
the never forgotten one,
for how could you forget
something that does not need replacing?

i sit in my dark
cold corner, but i’m not hurt,
no…
i’m not hurt…