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Somebody Calls
And it remains to see
If i know them, good or bad
Or if i can believe...

Somebody Calls
And i can almost know the voice
I could recognize it in my dreams
But only a subconscious choice...

Somebody Calls
And the gears can start to turn
The beautiful voice of an angel boasts
Of  tales where hero's burn

The voice turns dark
Its known to me now
As an angel of death
I can recognize the sound

An angel calls
And shows me a light
A light i would rather live without
A light as dark as night

An angel calls
And i want to run away
But the fear that swells within my heart
Cannot for certain say...

That i am not insane
i have fallen behind in my poetry, but my vision has returned, you will be hearing from me
Gary Z Jan 2016
With parted lips she soundly rests

As soft sound breaths flow steadily

I rest my ear upon her breast

Rejoice in her heart's melody
Crysta Gingras Jan 2016
My angel
My angel
Please fly down from your heaven
And bless me with your beautiful glow
With your wings unclipped
Your hair in a fit
And your dress complete with a bow
May you bless me with your presence
And fill me with delight
Let me breathe in your essence
And wrap my arms around you, tight
Pulling you close into me
Between us, no longer space
Savoring this sweet embrace
Face to face we will finally be
My arms wrapped around you
Yours wrap around me
And together, though close
We are finally free
Good Morning my Angel
Crysta Gingras Dec 2015
Good morning to the girl who makes me feel like this world is really worth ditching my bed for.
To get up in the cold for
To travel across the country for
I don’t know how you did it
You’re so far away
But you have stolen my heart
You have picked up a stray
A stray who will be loyal
A stray who will love
A stray who will never, never give up
To be with you is my only thought
I’ll travel the world to achieve it
I really, really like you girl
And you best believe it ;)
Good Morning to my angel
sol Jan 2016
Sometimes I’m torn between
the light side of my soul,
and the dark place in my brain.
People say you have to pick a side,
you can’t stand in between.
And if I’m caught in the crossfire,
it’s better than tearing myself apart.
Pitting one side of me against the other.
Because the demon whispers lullabies
While the angel whispers doubts.
I’d like to think I’m quick to catch the lies
in the net of truths shouted at me,
collecting in the space behind my eyes.
Sometimes my finger slips
and I pull the trigger, but little did I
know the gun was pointed the wrong
way, so now I have a bullet between my
eyes, aiming at the dark part of me.
But the angel side decides that
maybe I’m not ready to die.
I pinned a rose to the face of the
side that died when I thought it was
wise to try and take my own life.
Because the demon in me promised
me a truth that was consisted of lies.
And my heart is empty, with a blood
red lipstick stain on my cheek. And the
demon in me says that it’s not my
responsibility, but how could I not know
that while I was keeping the light behind
a cage, the dark was roaming free.
My nail was painted white when I held
the muzzle to my cheek. And I aimed to
**** the bad part of me, but the angel shot
an arrow at his brother and changed his
mind before I had time to change mine.
An angel killed an angel, in a moment
of fear and shame. I fed the wolf too much
rotten meat. I corrupted the light in me,
running too fast to keep up, and I
missed the black spots swimming in
my head. The Devil kissed my lips
while I was sleeping, and the angel
drank the poison to save me the agony.
I let the light swallow the dark only
to turn into the poison meant to **** me.
And now I peel the petals of the rose
bestowed to me by God, only to
see the body of the angle laying
dead in the center, pollen coating
its skin as it sleeps eternally.
Just like the better part of me.
this is probably the deepest thing i've ever written. sorry if it's too depressing.

The Art Of Anesthesia - SayWeCanFly
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2016
The forever falling devil reaches for my heart,
his talons digging deep as I am forced to sleep
in his world, for evermore
in the land of pure darkness.

The rotten wings which once resided
on his back; glorious, white, bright;
now shards of glass that cut those
who come too close.

The fire in his heart is put out
by the flood in mine; killed by the
never-ending storm inside me. Flames put out
by water; those who thrived in the soul fire
quietened by the heartless liar
who turned hell into an ocean.
May Asher Dec 2015
You pry open my veins

And dive into my bloodstream


You run through my veins

And blacken my blood


And the dark ashes of our love,

flow underneath the shadows of our past


And you rip open my scars

With the blades of your memory


and you hammer nails of despair into my skull

As the crimson agony seeps through


My fingers go numb and you smile painfully

And my blue veins erupt black blood


And my eyelids collapse shut

And teeth chatter


I bite my lip and blood draws out

It's bittersweet pain and agony


I blink to see you're my angel

sending me away from this dark world


As you pull my breaths into your lungs

Sending me with one last kiss of our dying love


And you cradle my face and let out a scream

It shatters the glass walls and wind's howls


And it breaks the sun apart

And scatters all the beams of yellow light


Your scream rips the moons of Neptune

And stars from all seven heavens


And all those asteroids burst,

into pieces of our immortal love


And it's only scarlet craters of melancholy,

driven into splinters of my dark dark soul


This is where we've ended, love,

And from here you leave my hand


And I leave your heart but never your soul

It's here I'm saying goodbye, love, forever.

                                                            -MAY
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-MAY
bjynxthelyric Dec 2015
I'd fallen many times
Crippled by vices
With pride in one hand
And fear in the other

She was the only one
Willing to lift me up
As long as I let go
Of what was weighing me down
Firefly Dec 2015
Mine eyes look upon the heavens with tears,
The sunlight soothes the large ravines on my back,
And the delicious winds does not sting.
I have been eclipsed,
My feathered wings viciously ripped away,
At the height of pleasures; the end of the ride.
A long fall followed, with many changes of the sky,
Flames surrounded me and open air, then the embrace of Earth,
Where I am to be eclipsed in the dance of moonlight,
And find onyx wings;eclipsed wings,
So I may run through the golden wheat fields at the end of dusk each day,
Picking up speed, I will go faster and faster,
And finally I'll fly.
Fly again, and find joy after misery and sacrifice,
After I spend each day in agonizing anticipation,
Of the freedom of flight.
I will never return after I've felt such things,
I will walk this earth, for eternity, free,
I will love and try not to hate,
Laugh, and only cry for joy,
I will not be oppressed, depressed, nor impressed,
By cruelty, and hurt, and pain.
I will be forever and always free,
Always and forever an eclipse.
We all should aim to be a constant eclipse of the bad things in this world; the terror and the pain and the cruelty. We all should aim to outshine them all with goodness, and kindness, empathy, and sympathy. We are all human beings...we are all the same.
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