flickering candle : Writing

I am nothing and maybe everything

I am nothing and maybe everything

A Poem by flickering candle


I am forced to reflect upon my self the world constantly begging the question who are you? And the question gets louder and louder and nobody seems to..
shadows never stay still

shadows never stay still

A Poem by flickering candle


she was not my heaven she was my hell in disguiseshe was a shadow of the hatred and anger i had run from for so longshe was a who she wasits hard to s..
i must thank my lucky stars

i must thank my lucky stars

A Poem by flickering candle


june 3rd, 3:17 ami started to fall in love with you the second i looked into your eyes, and kissed your lips under the trees and the midnight sk..
thoughts from late in the night

thoughts from late in the night

A Poem by flickering candle


eyes like the sun, flooded my body with warmth, and made me feel alive and humaneyes like rainstorm, powerful and beautiful, compels me to grant eve..
a few thoughts form late in the night

a few thoughts form late in the night

A Story by flickering candle


the taste of her lips kept me awake at night and alive at heart
a few thoughts from late in the night #2

a few thoughts from late in the night #2

A Poem by flickering candle


i met an angel the other day, and looking into her eyes i saw my heaven, my paradise.the art of her form, her skin, her smile and her soul intoxicated..
a few thoughts from late in the night #1

a few thoughts from late in the night #1

A Poem by flickering candle


all my atoms and particles will find yours, in this universe and the nextbaby we are the stars in the sky
bunny

bunny

A Poem by flickering candle


a tiny little tribute to my first thoughts about nihilism. i have been playing with nihilistic expression for a bit, and the first time i had ever hea..
a very special toy

a very special toy

A Poem by flickering candle


another day of actions attempting to drive away the loneliness-- done in vainmy efforts are worthlesslooking in the mirror to see what is so wrong wit..
i might be crazy

i might be crazy

A Poem by flickering candle


i looked down at my hands, and moved them around in the air, confused as why they moved freely, when i felt the straitjacket more than i felt the free..

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