candles me? candles guttering in the wind orange and yellow turns to blue and black, and finally grey smoke bushy grey ... flies free the essence of the candle escapes and becomes one with the rest of the world... but you can still smell it even after the flame is gone. 991210 ... old hick Find the other candle. 000217 ... camille mmmmmmmmm the smell of an echinacea candle. Smells like the perfume i wear 000218 ... kim ...sexy... 000712 ... Aimee I miss taking baths... I would take all 25 of my candles and their various holders and light them around our bathroom, take a book in and just sit and read for hours... just the feeling of the warm water acting like a blanket in the soft lighting made me feel safe. I knew that the flames wouldn't judge me and the water welcomed my body... I miss my bath time. 011009 ... yes? .......but now you have your boyfriend to make you feel the same. 011009 ... Toxic_Kisses Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. ...Chinese Proverb 020207 ... girl_jane my fingers in the flame... I wish I could dance like that... 020913 ... marjorie it is okay as long as nobody sets any curtains on fire. 030107 ... pipedream i love candles. i've a bit of a fire fetish. the last candle i got was a present. it's scented ('moonlit forest') and is in a fabulous frosted glass container with snowflakes on it. i lit it day before and the whole house smelled like an Alpine forest. candlelight bath-time is the ultimate pamperoo...them, and bath bubbles 030316 ... girl_jane pipedream-why not combine them-candlelit bubble baths... *le sigh* 030320 ... chaotica candles are fun 030625 ... i want to be burned with wax 030626 ... somebody so do i 030626 ... i'll do it to you 030626 ... birdmad memory of a day so hot that the candles in my house slumped over in their holders like wilted flowers 030626 ... User24 candles are a prism for thought, focusing your otherwise random synapse activity into one area, multiplying it's force, incrementing it's power with every second. the still flame, it's fire is constantly renewing, yet it's form stays. the flicker, caused by a breeze that had no intention of affecting the solitary flame, yet still it's presence is felt. understand that your actions have more consequences that you can possibly perceive in a lifetime of contemplation. how is it that some things affect the flame, yet others do not touch it? music pushes the air to your ears, but does not cause a flicker. be a flame, hearing the world, but not flickering, for to flicker is to risk extinguishment. be a flame, changing in substance, yet constant in form. be a flame, of untold power; to start the greatest fire or to focus the greatest mind. watch a candle until it dies, and you will see life in it's essence. 030707 ... User24 wow, that was pretty cool, User24. 031027 ... notme mmhmm i agree 031027 ... Death of a Rose that was cool, Mr. 24. Oh and I can't believe I've never been to this page before. Self confessed candle nut. 031027 ... pipedream *joins the club* can't get enough of candles, now that winter is here i'm gonna go nuts with them because they won't blow out in the fan-wind. YAY! 031027 ... you roll your socks with the best pipedream you constantly bring smiles to this face left you another present @ _ello_deathofarose 031031 ... pipedream ooo thankyew! *runs off to see* (i love surprises) 031031 ... u24 (... but is extinhuishment actually a word?) 031231 ... u24 ...rolls eyes... ahem! 031231 ... notme cried when she asked me if i plan on being alone for the rest of my life she apologised and said she didn't know it bothered me when grandpa asks what's wrong with the village boys nothing i signed my name on the dotted line i just have too much to do i'd rather not be i don't think i'll ever it's better this way i'll live to be old and grey and it's a relief to not think about all the things that happen to people and so because i cried they're careful my uncle said to light candles like in europe i said but that could start a fire i don't want to get burnt i don't want a true love i don't want a lover 040430 ... pansy i've always adored candles i could look at them for days i was free to sit in my room and watch how my candles were crying i wanted to cry with them but i couldn't something inside of me didn't allow me to do this those few grams of wax were all i had i heard the candle crying whenever it gave life to the light its tears were so big and they didn't vanished they remained on a candle as if a sign some kind of warning 'do not do this!' 'do not give life to the light because it hurts so much, too much' And i've listened to it i didn't opened my heart, my soul to anybody i was holding myself, my whole body tight to the earth and i didn't allow it to rise up, beacuse i was afraid i would get lost but something happened i could not bear it anymore i choke back my fears, i wanted to rest to lay my head light and free from my problems i wanted to get away i ran madly and blindly but day after day it was harder i was closing myself with some kind of heaviness on my shoulders i wanted to stop thinking because it hurt so much but i couldn't ans suddenly i realized that candles are grateful to the fire that it burns them because it is thanks to it that they can fully exist that they are useful i finally understood 040606 ... pete sitting here all alone the darkness that feeds and then goes noise filling through the doors, movement that i barerly heard sitting here in the dark alone. dappled shade apun a white face shinning stills of joy tucked away i hold out my hand, feeling the world turn again dappled shade shinning through stills. here the river flows over the hills where we go you lead our silent way, the night anchors to stay here where the hill-rivers flow. our songs reach the deep sky light sparkling in your eyes lonely wandering, hand-in-hand speaking to the stars our songs reach sparkling lights. spinning as the final tear falls water rippling down the river carried away in the night, we stand and hold tight spinning tears rippling down. and the path goes forth meandering trails between the trees tripping over branches, as the world lurches in sleep on the path meandering forth. our minds sit full and awake movements burn at this stake holding our crying hearts out, into the cleasning flames our minds are burning stakes. moments freeze like the snow covered hills lift breeze from below hidden cabins of truth, this world struggles through frozen moments of snow. tears that fall burning away candles lit heralding day the wax litters the floor, we fall broken and sore tears end the candles flame. 040606 what's it to you? who go blather from