A heart is something warm,
Or so I've heard.
The mistress told her daughter that.
She says it's bright
And gives its light to others.
I have a heart.
A bone, I hear
Is a support.
They make sure
That things don't collapse
Like putty.
I have bones.
A mind can think.
It solves problems
And can create
And learn
Just like me.
I have a mind.
I have a heart.
I have bones.
I have a mind.
So why do they say
That I am not alive?
I do not understand.
If only they knew.
The one thing I shouldn't be
Is what I am.
For I am "simply a lamp",
And nothing more.
Author notes
I have no idea how I thought of using a lamp.
I get the feeling that a lamp would be innocent and naive. Don't you?
Please don't run away if you're too weirded-out, Nat.
A contest entry
- If a Pencil Had a Soul... by Nienna Calmcacil.
600 points, ended May 2, 17 entries
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Comments
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hum why do you believe lamps are innocent? they shed light on many things... it seems as their job is to show everything a lamp is definitely not innocent.
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Awww damn. I didn't know you were entering
Cuz I wanted my contest to remain anonymous, but I saw that you'd written something, so I was like "Sweet! Casey's got something new finally!"
Haha..oh well.
Great job, though, loverly. Thanks for entering
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Aw, it's okay. *pats* And thankies.
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