Poetry
Words on fire
Words on steroids
It can burn down walls of restraint
It can lift the weights that we can't
It can bring the emotionally strong to tears
And bring the weakest new strength

Because Poetry

Poetry is a beautiful thing

we who write in rhyme
all have a rhyming good time
it's because we rhyme
that we're happy all the time

our many lines of rhyme
speak in a manner so sublime
we'll only ever adopt rhyme
for it's truly a meter sublime*

the regular beat of rhyme
is a shared paradigm
all praise we give to rhyme
*so awesome a paradigm

Blurry Visions
I opened my eyes wide at the mirror. Two beautiful wings stretched from my back. I turned sideways to get a clear look. Angelic beauty of the feathers. The blur turned into darkness.

Darkness Outside
There were screams coming from another rooms. I flew down another and another floor to find the source. Saw blood shattered by a violent man. I couldn’t get closer to him. Devils and demons forced him this time. Too hard.

I must heal his heart
I must turn him against insanity. Bring light to his heart.

Changing Sides
It was tough. I must be an amateur at this. I can’t find other angels anywhere. They must’ve fled this place a long time ago. I chased a devil to it’s conference. There were thousands of blood seeking demons waving at their master. My disguise has changed into red with a long pointy tail. Two horns on my head. They couldn’t discover my real identity. I found a trident on the corner of the hall.

Devil’s work from an Angel
This shouldn’t let them scare me away. I secretly showed the trident into the leader’s heart. He trembled and collapsed on the floor.

Smiles from the Demons
Three demons took me to the backyard of the place. They shook my hands and gave a strange smile. They congratulated for the ******. Introduced some other demons to me.

The whole place Shone
Soon, the demons wore off their disguise. Every one of them showed their real identity. Angels. The whole place went killing demons and devils. Then light entered the room. The glow helped the city grow with happiness and kindness.

There is too much depth
into their hearts
Is this a punishment
or a test?
Too much problems
at a time
Is it all from the ones
Who ruined second chances
Is it because of us
Letting them walk free?
Thought bringing justice
Might lighten the depth
Instead
Their hearts hardened
Without practice of fear
Instead
They put fear in ours
Afraid to walk freely