Wick

Candlestick
Candlestick
Matchstick glow
Some go quick
And some go slow
If there’s no flicker
Then there’s no show
No truer sight
Thats visible
Drip down quick
And wonderful
Take the flame
With one
Swift blow
Candlestick
Candlestick
Matchstick glow
Making friends
From tiding foes

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TV table

Dad
Sits
Makes the meal
Sister brings the buns
Tries
Keeps the potatoes out
I bring nothing
Myself
My dad stands
Barely sees
Fixing
The other sister answers
I wait
I sit
My dad stays away
He is hurt
I am ashamed
I keep hurting
I don’t know why
Or What to be if I wasn’t
I stay hurting
Deep
My dad sitting

My brother is sick
He is laughing
He saves the crying
Handing me a shiny paper
Tension subsides
He leaves us
I miss him

My sister
Sits
We all sit
Not sure how it continues
We cherish it
And save
and watch
Sitting

Glass slipper

I ruin
I crumble
To dirt
I take
I vanish
In pain
hide in feat
All of my gains
A cowardly hue
I stand by in shame
always most
ever in vain
I listen for escape
the crawling
the blame
uniting others
The retrieval
my doom
The falsehood
Igniting
The brotherhood shoe
I heave tomorrow
The pain showing through
Im damaged
I woe over
To keep caged
And tuned