Gnashing teeth, gurgling blood
She emerges
Many eyes, all seeing
Prayers go unanswered

You swam through my dreams like a dolphin
Then stomped on my hopes like a stallion
You answered my prayers like an angel
But you turned out to be just a devil


So why do I miss you?
Please tell me why
How hard can it be
To let bygones go by?

If you’re really the devil
That answered my prayers
And haunted my dreams
Then where are you now?

I should not allow
Your memory to linger
But my hopes are like dust
Just slipping through my fingers

I’d like to let go
And drift through the air
But I don’t have a prayer
When you’re always right there

The rain can stop falling
On this hallowed ground
Any day now
I’m bound to escape

But your binding reach
Inside my mind
Won’t let me go easy
The way that I’d like

There’s no turning back
Or turning around
So you’re welcome to temp me
Through the distance we’ve found

No animosity here ;)

Last night, I had a most horrific nightmare.

You lived five-hundred miles away from me;
the roads adorned with fear and thorns.
We could never tell our fathers, nor breath a word to our mothers,
but my God, we were so in love.

Under the shadow of the night, secluded in our rooms,
we would stay up for hours, phones alight with wonder.
We shared secretive photographs, candid messages, and
talked, just talked-

Until one day, I was rambling-
I confess I cannot recall what about,
and my life suddenly imploded on itself when
you told me you loved me.

The joy I felt was beyond articulation,
but comprehensible in which it did not last.
Black smoke of distance and loneliness threatened to
choke us each passing day.

We were writing a tragedy of our very own.
One of pain, so tainted-
an absence of hope and an abundance of fear;
A tale to outlast the Devil.  

Staring at my pale reflection, there were black tears down my cheeks-
a waking nightmare rushing to greet me from times not quite left behind.
I cried as the twinkling starlight passed through the windows
for no memory so sad could ever be escaped.

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Part 1/2: A Tale to Outlast the Angels
aj May 13

i drip my arms over your tired shoulders.
my hands cascade down your paper-thin back.

you're always crying.

and you're terrible wings tremble, but my dew-soaked fingers are
and unkind.

this is why no one can love me.

my heart is ill and beating with the strength of a
dying light.

pulsing off and on and off and on.

i carry scissors.

while i hug my poor self,
i clip my wings with the ease of a

there is an end somewhere
but not here.

DblNickel May 12

I've been cursed by a witch,
blessed by a pope,
traveled the seven seas,
cheated death thrice,
angel-saved twice,
and now reside in Tennessee.

I wrote this in 2004 when I was attending college in Johnson City TN, and it was the beginning of my life documented by verse.

Everything in this is true.
Lisa Ann May 12

A bond that feels eternal.
Our love so heavenly.
You're my angel.
Take my hand and guide me.

allie May 11

i always said
i would
do it.

i always said
i never
about it.

i have,

does it
who will
miss me?
what happens

take back
to when my
life remained

fast forward
it to when
i lay in
not knowing
when it is going
to come.

rewind to when
i was fresh,
an angel.

and keep me
an angel.

save me
from the
gaping hole
that sparkles

this disease
has left me

I never have spoke of this out loud, but I need to feel this crap, so here we go. I can't keep on being this perfect child; I got into another college after I didn't like my previous one. I had a boyfriend, but I broke up with him. I get good grades. And I don't have it all. I'm not saying I'm depressed because that feeling stays with you, but I am sad. I'm mad at this damned world.
Cné May 11

shadows in the morning mist
phantoms in the fog
echoes in the murky light
that bounce around the bog.

from the chasms in my mind
where darker creatures dwell.
i looked into the deep abyss
and caught a glimpse of Hell.

where winged angels fear to tread,
my dreams in twisted pose
descend with me to Hades' realm
where nothing ever grows.

except the fear i keep within
which never seems to sleep.
and this will grow in leaps and bounds
as lower down I creep.

but faith will rescue all despair.  
the morning mist will rise.
the sun will drive the demons back
to darkness where they thrive.

the angels take me in their arms
and raise me from the grave.
the darkest places close again
and trees, in breezes wave.

dark though dreams can often be,
the dawn will ever rise.
i wear faith like armor
and see through his disguise.

the Devil, ever vigilant,
invades when i am weak.
even if i'm innocent,
my fall he'll always seek.

Inspired by Traveler and Temporal Fugue
A L C Wolff May 10

We bow, and twine our hands to worship that

Which perches in the steeple high above

And pour our sins into a troubled vat

That turns all violent thoughts to vicious love

Unfurling wings that scarcely make a sound

Abyss bound savior filled with heaven’s grace

Our mortal visions cease, it hits the ground

And murmured voices fade without a trace

Our innocence betrayed we dare to claim

That humans still deserve the gods that shine

Charred remnants of our avarice the same

As shadows used by that we thought divine

We bow repentant at its feet and pray

The angel spills our holy blood today

She's a beauty.
A princess that turned goddess,
As her body metamorphosed.
She became haughty,
but in her dreams, she felt, remorse.

She remembers him.
A nice guy that turned angel.
He was someone. She was his love.
Before she went into her cocoon,
his hand held her's like a glove.

She's a goddess demoted princess.
Locked in the clouds,
in her friend's kids bedtime stories.  
Above the empire of all her, exes
she wishes he’d save her from her worries.    

True, her hand was like his bone,
His hair was like her ball of yarn,
Before they learned how different they really were.
Before she went into that cocoon!
He's still a nice guy and angel,
That knows the difference between good and evil.
He's not a fool.  

So, no, he never saved her.
He turns his back on her
For her to fight her own duel.
March 9/2017, 25th

A goddess in need of an angel...
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