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jack-2
where is thou angel from? my eyes tell me heaven though i have not known God to play such tricks among men a test perhaps? a test would be all too cruel a test of these emotions is surely the devil's work, though if it is God i am sure this test I cannot pass for my emotions for her hold more control over me than God has over the world. what choices are given? to betray God or my feelings? such a choice should not be made. such torture should not be endured could not. she stands before me terribly beautiful her light shines to places that do not exist, her radiance achieving unimaginable feats only known to ones such as her i dare not touch her for fear of damnation, though to not touch her would deny me the greatest honor among men i am still, more still than time itself either by indecision or the angel, i cannot move. nothing moves.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
The Moment
though she is smiling, it is not at me. she gazes upon me everywhere I go, yet it is I who does the gazing I know I cannot feel her skin, but I touch it anyway. although she is right in front of me, I dont know where to find her ...and yet, I always know where to find her. in my heart. she knows not how I care for her, because sometimes, her picture is all I have
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Search
Though no one can experience my cages, They are open for anyone to know The essence of my soul poured to the pages Because no current pages possess what I show To me, we are the only two who exist When I saw her, my breath she took Then she was gone, only a mist Now for her I always look Yes, you might think me interested, But do not underestimate my flame For in her all of my passion is nested And it has yet to become tame. Therefore I lie in wait. Such beauty I will not fail to find Because this matter must be fate: I shall search ‘til the end of time.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Search
It rips, bites and tears at me Longing to escape the cage From my mind It has discretely become this solemn rage on the inside nothing seems right, outside, nothing can go wrong it is because this internal fight Has been waged for far too long It is now time, at this beginning, For me to begin showing minds that have since been thinning and will soon be known as knowing once this essential deed is done, I am able to start anew but this task is no easy one because my victim is you.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
The Separation