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envydean Dec 2016
Be human or angel
he's still tied
to a subsun halo
inspired by my Castiel Colour Challenge Prompt: Subsun
GaryFairy Dec 2016
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard, when its torn
only an angel understands
I wrote this a few years ago. I don't think I have posted it for a while
aj Dec 2016
i've been hanging from the crescent moon

strung up by
the sinews of a heart that
pumps no blood

a celestial noose
of angels

and i can hear them every so often as
the wind blows -
strong underneath their
skeletal wings

it's getting tighter,
but i can feel no pain

i am hanging from the waning light, but i am not dying

the white, glowing disc among the blackness
attracts lost seraphim
like vultures

swarming around my fading flame like
a secret pagan ritual

they all wait for me to kiss the devil
with my eyes wide open
and i will wonder why
i fell in love with the wrong person again
uzzi obinna Dec 2016
Writers are like gods,
While singers are angels;
Writers can be both,
If we fit in both angles;

Writers are creators
And the preservers of history,
Keeping accurate records,
From century to century;

Writers are prophets,
And oracles too,
We speak of the future,
Most of which comes through;

Writers are artists,
We create drawings in words,
And nothing's been more beautiful,
Than our gallery of words;

Writers are warriors
Winning wars with words-
Bullets and machine guns in our letters,
Have ended numerous discords;

Writers can be good lovers,
With strong emotions too,
A heart that is very fragile,
willing to share a love that's true.
I think i am becoming lazy though. Lol
LeV3e Dec 2016
Another night
Screen blaring bright
Blurry visions scurry across your mind
While out the window
Right before your eyes
Eclipsed by a mass of terrestrial size
The moon was consumed by
Purple hues and shadows...
The stars began to fall
I crawled across the floor
Never will I be who I was before
I called out to the sky
Why now, do we fight amongst ourselves?
In the audience of angels
And we parade with gunfire...not trumpets.
A mad man came to me.
His babble meant nothing, but he was not afraid?
Could he really be who saves me?
Or am I the real Fool here, still
Dreaming dreams?...
Lil' Tarzan Dec 2016
When you feel low,
Cross the high moon nearby

When you feel incomplete,
A full moon appears in the Indigo sky

When you feel distracted ,
Sit on the Earth to purify

When you feel doubtful ,
Jot down any feeling to identify

When you feel cranky,
Close both eyes to open your Third Eye

When you feel alone,
Converse with your angels nearby

When you feel weak,
Ask the moon to send Lights of positive stimuli

When you feel disoriented,
Clear your eyes so go ahead and cry

When you feel detached,
Expose your wings that of a butterfly

When you feel low,
Cross the high moon nearby
Loveless Dec 2016
Born on earth
Wings they grow
Once were humans
Angels didn't know
nicoii Dec 2016
an angel has white wings because they have not been tainted by the world's colors yet.
they keep their chins held high, hand in hand in a long, unbreakable chain.

red for lust

orange for gossip

yellow for arrogance

green for jealousy

blue for depression

purple for rage

black for hatred

brown for gluttony

pink for self-consciousness

grey for hopelessness

and angels one by one become doused
and splattered
with all colors that aren't white
all different combinations
some with just one
others a rainbow
until the chain collapses
proving to be breakable
and the ones still white
grip tight to their friends and family
shaken and mortified

"protect the angels with white wings" i say proudly as my wings drip with green and blue and pink and grey.
the colors i struggle against the most.
"we couldn't make it
                         but maybe they can."
"some with just one; others a rainbow "
SabreLi Dec 2016
Destination – the same as yours
Hesitation – a wasted cause
A hole in the ground, I’ll see you there
Your time is now; don’t think I don’t care,
But I’ll move on, my time will come
No matter which road I take
The end result remains the same

The sun will still shine, the clock still chime
Over this crowded plot
The rain will still fall, the clouds still form
Whether I like it or not

I’ll make my way through this lonely world
Through the ins and outs, the twists and turns
I can go left or right, up or down,
It doesn’t matter – I’ll still hit the ground
Like the tears of a thousand angels

Emotion – powerful the effects
Devotion – lives on after death
Take hold of my hand, one last time
I never planned that you couldn’t be mine
But now I know, that’s the way it goes
No matter how hard I try
I can’t keep you here if you’re destined to die

Life must go on, tomorrow will come
Another day will begin
The battle is lost, but well worth the cost
To have known you like I did

I’ll make my way through this lonely world
Through the ins and outs, the twists and turns
I can go left or right, up or down,
It doesn’t matter – I’ll still hit the ground
Like the tears of a thousand angels

I’ll see you there, don’t think I don’t care
It’s time that I moved on
My feelings grow numb, my time will still come
But I won’t speed it along

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written after bereavement.
lei Dec 2016
people don't settle for the physical.
they want your heart,
your soul,
your energy,
your time.

people don't settle for what's underneath your skin.
they want your words,
your touch,
your eyes on them only.

people don't settle for what's real.
they want angels,
gods,
super humans.
the ones who don't have limits.
the ones you can never fathom.
we all want something more, even if they are impossible.
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