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Oct 2017 · 610
Wingless Angel
Aneesa Riaz Oct 2017
Let me tell the tale,

Of an angel who was about to die.

A beautiful, altruistic angel who's wings were unable to fly.

The features that once held her aloft,

Were now sheared completely off.

Falling into the infinite expanse,

Pleading for one final chance.

The world around her passed by,

In blurs of different colours and sound.

As the forces of gravity,

Pushed her rapidly to the ground.

Pain inflamed inside of her,

Fear gnawed its way into her chest.

It was all just a blur,

Or simply just a test.

Luckily, this shattered angel was fortunate enough to be given a second chance.

A second chance to relive her life with every shade and hue.

Ever since this catastrophic occurrence,

She is grateful for what she had been through.

Because now she is able to cherish every heartbeat, every breath and every step like its her last.

When others look into her eyes,

They do not see a wingless angel.

But a girl who fell from the sky.
Oct 2017 · 260
Colours
Aneesa Riaz Oct 2017
You were yellow,
like dandelions and daffodils catching whispers of the wind.
You were like the sun, a blazing luscious shade of bright gold.

I was blue,
like the light sky with white overtones.
Blue like the wrathful sea trapped in a single teardrop.
Tints varying from Cyan, Azure and Ceruleam.

Our colours began to bleed into each other like the gentle caress of a brush against a palletes. Forming a lush green.
I soon realised that you were moving away in an attempt to find other colours and combinations,
As green was just never for you.

We were two colours in a head first Collision,
oblivious to the fact that we had to blend to become perfect.

I was left barren and began to fade,
Transforming to a lifeless grey.
A mixture of black and white.
When light and dark combine but neither win.

In my monochromatic world,
There was suddenly a flash of red.
Scarlet and Vermilion danced before my eyes and lay smeared on my fingertips.
He was Crimson like the sweet fragrant rose,
burgundy like the blood in narrow veins.

He was a sight to behold with tinges of auburn.
He didn't mind my fading stains of yellow that you left behind like scars,
He just focused on healing my once shades of blue.

Together we mingled; Navy blues and Ruby reds,
I turned from dull to bright.
I was now sapphire and Prussian blue,
and we created a shade of vibrant purple.
He was still red,
and I remained blue.
But together we touched and turned into a beautiful lavender hue.
Inspired by hasley
Oct 2017 · 305
Ropes
Aneesa Riaz Oct 2017
She secured a rope around her beating heart,

Restraining it from drifting away.

Although it gave her blisters,

She clung onto it night and day.

One day, she loosened the rope around her heart,

Stood on a wooden chair.

Fastened it around her neck,

And exhaled, "this is it, i swear."

— The End —