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Jonah Long Mar 2016
looks like an angel
as caring as a mother
I think she's perfect
WiltingMoon Mar 2016
Wicked grin
****** teeth
Black-hole eyes
Sinister Laugh
Rotting flesh
Extinguished light
Blackened smile
Converted angel
Persuading me
To ****
My life....
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I chased away my demons and my Angel died
Now all I can do is sit and cry
I didn't know he needed them to survive
I'm so very empty now neither ones inside
I'll welcome back my demons so my death they can ensue
My beautiful Angel is dead so there is nothing else to do
Brianne Rose Mar 2016
On the waters of a distant Sea, A place seemingly frozen solid stood tall,
It's streets deserted and dusty, the buildings that lined the road looked almost eerie and haunting.
The all to quiet structures gazing down, their windows as eyes,
dark and unmoving, their doors unhinged or completely missing,
it was as if they had mouths where the doors were, gaping and hollow.
The Innermost buildings looked worse than the Outermost ones, these where missing chunks and pieces from them, some where missing whole walls, vines overtaking their exterior, winding and curling in towards the vacated rooms to stretch and writhe all throughout.
These homes looked like they where Screaming, whether from their erosion or from the vine sit was unsure, they all surrounded something though. Green and Vibrant, it stood, Alive and Unwithered, it waited,
the unyielding stone helped hide what it truly was, as only rows upon rows of stone could be seen, dotted occasionally by these still and silent figures, Crying, Weeping, as if for the loss of Noise and Vibrance from it's surrounding structures. In the midst of these figures stood, alone and taller than any else stone there, an alone tomb, on it inscribed a single quote,

"Don't - For ANY reason - Blink."
sorry it's been so long since I've been on, sorry sorry. BUT! I hope this makes up for it all, so Enjoy and as always Constructive criticism is welcome.
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
I'm headbanging
To* NIRVANA
I'm jumping around
To
  GREEN DAY
I Cry when I hear
The song
  GUARDIAN ANGEL
But I smile
When I hear
  **Your Voice...
another love poem....
Wednesday Mar 2016
Radioactive sunlight cascading over tendons pulling under scar tissue. Carved out, flesh eaten by buzzards. If she was a real girl, she may have cried. Vultures, all of them.
Hacking at marrow of the innocent. Lilies bloom in her eyes.
Harps in the distance, church bells interrupt to strike eleven times. Glittering like a magic something in the nervous heat.
The illegal existence.
She has bird bones in her box of Him. His prints deeply embedded, even now. He smiles in her memory, flashing teeth. Going extinct.
No longer an easy replication,
but she keeps her shrine.
In her kitchen, petals start to fall in soft disgrace. Time stops.
It has been said, late at night, you can still catch glimpse of her gleam.
May even catch the kaleidoscope in her eyes. They do not understand this. With briar and rose, she turns herself into prose.
Lisa Ann Noe Mar 2016
Roundel poem

In Heaven
By Lisa Noe

When I died went to Heaven
When I died I saw the face of God
The Angels took me, for I’ve been forgiven
When I died, I was taken by a squad

I was buried beneath the sod
I was buried when I was taken
God looked in his book, then gave me a nod

A nod He gave to me in Heaven
I awoke in a place so odd
My Angel had the name of Devon
God looked at me then touched me with his rod.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
This is called a roundel poem
Elle Sang Mar 2016
Jakarta, 1986

Wanita berambut cokelat muda sebahu itu terlihat sedang asyik mengamati asap rokok yang ia keluarkan sebelum membuang puntung rokok ke tanah dan menginjaknya. Jalanan di Jakarta memang selalu ramai tapi tak satupun mobil-mobil yang sedang berlalu-lalang itu akan berhenti dan menghentikan apa yang akan ia lakukan setelah jam menunjukkan pukul lima pagi. Masih terngiang di kepala apa yang orang-orang katakan tentangnya selama ini.. *sampah
, pelacur memang tidak pantas hidup enak, ingat ya, kau itu cuma pelacur ia memejamkan mata sambil perlahan menghitung berapa kali ia telah mendengarkan cacian setiap pulang.

Jam yang berada di tangan kirinya masih menunjukkan pukul lima kurang lima belas menit, ya lima belas menit yang ia gunakan untuk akhirnya mengingat perkataan Abimanyu. Laki-laki terakhir yang memberikan segalanya, harta, kasih sayang, dan waktu tapi ia tak dapat menikmati itu semua walau sudah mencoba beribu kali aku tidak akan pernah berubah menjadi laki-laki yang sudah menyia-nyiakanmu ,kau tahu bahwa seberapapun mahalnya berlian apabila yang memakainya tidak pantas maka akan terlihat murah?, kau terlihat cantik dengan apapun, aku melakukan semua ini karena aku tak sanggup melihatmu sedih, aku akan terus mencintaimu walau kau tak akan pernah bisa membalas perasaanku yang hanya akan selalu ia balas dengan aku sudah tak percaya cinta atau aku sudah tak punya hati hatinya telah membeku dicabik-cabik sejak dulu, sebelum bertemu Abimanyu. Air mata perlahan mengalir dari mata yang tertutup itu, lima menit lagi batinnya sebelum mengusap air mata yang sudah membasah pipi dan meluruskan gaun putih rancangan desainer terkenal yang diberikan sebagai hadiah untuknya tak dipungkiri gaun itu bernilai lebih dari penghasilannya selama satu bulan namun apalah arti uang disini?
Ia kembali melirik jam yang sekarang menunjukkan dua menit sebelum pukul lima, diatas jembatan layang itu masih ramai oleh hiruk-pikuk kendaraan.  Tenanglah tak akan ada yang mampu menyelamatkanmu.

Jam sudah menunjukkan pukul lima pagi, tanpa berpikir panjang ia melepas pegangannya dari pagar yang menopang tubuh dan terjun bebas tanpa ada perlawanan terhadap gravitasi.
**Tak semua bidadari hidup bahagia di surga
Lance McDonald Mar 2016
You win some,
You lose some
That’s how life works
Even though it hurts
Always a ****** road
Tends to get old
But we have to walk
No matter how much it hurts

That man found out
When that angel stole his heart
And boy, were they never too far apart

Until the lights of love faded,
And never came back.

She flew off, without a word
Not even a cough
Leaving that carcass of a man behind

No heartbeat, no soul
He begins to grow mold.
Curled up
The Earth takes the lifeless shell
Buried six feet in soil
He is still loyal

Before too long, he becomes the Earth
And sprouts something of great worth

A pink rose bud breaks through
Opens up with the man all good
As he opens his eyes,
The angel still on his mind
Takes a big yawn
And keeps walking on…
Tuesday Pixie Mar 2016
I'd like to say
"I'm only human"
And plead vulnerability
Let my strength fall

But I am made of a wick of light
That burns strong and bright
I have angels guarding me
Uplifting me

I have chosen this journey
And my anger burns searing white
With vision
With clarity

Enemies beware
Though you are simply fallen
Unaware of the bright wick inside
And I will uphold my worth

- But with compassion, see, and understanding.
Though I walk in the light,
I am fallen too,
And one day we will rise again.
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