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Caroline W Apr 2019
Why you call me angel? Once she asked..
I can't be one - must be the other side
Cause Angels have never be to cry,
they don't get bound with chains,
get hit or ****** till bleed
they don't have any fears to leave someone alone
they never wish they could die
angels don't have to live in nightmares
They don't need to learn how to love pain to survive
they can just laugh and fly away..

No..i said.. you must be an angel
You've just forgotten how you loose your wings
cause only an angel can do what you do to me
Only an angel can make someone laugh
Who never even learned to smile
and take away all this pain and darkness I've been born in
Only an angel can melt a person made of steel to anything that can feel
Only you where able to made a person out of a living robot
So yes..you are my angel
My fallen Angel,
shooted down in this hell with broken wings,
But with an unbroken heart,
just covered in dust to avoid the demons all around,
and one day you will get your wings back -
you will get them back and get the call to leave this place,
and the only thing I want
is to grow strong enough
to come with you,
to resist the way just with these wings
you teached me to build out of dreams and beats..
or if I can't..at least I wanna watch your flight back where you really belong

Ok, so you can call me your angel for real,
but only if i can call you mine,
and if we promise each other
to get together on the flight
She said and smiling cried..

2 years later she got her wings back as she died..
the last thing she asked me for
was to don't stop ,to get ready for this flight,
even alone..

and here I am 14 Years later
14 after she's gone-
And haven't stop trying to fly,
trying to save what she'd left for me
to honour what she has done for me..
trying to become a person like her,
to teach sometimes someone how to fly,
to hold on to my dreams
and ever look up in the sky,
like as hope to see her there -
like she's just gone a moment before.

I just hope she can see me down in here - and I hope she's smiling for what she sees
Rich Apr 2019
In that moment I was in my chair yet out of my body
somewhere in the sky’s gentle hair
in strands thick and stretching out past Neptune
I was gone
I was made of flesh yet not at all
my pores had pride pouring out
I sneezed out envy, coughed up anxiety
sadness left with a tear
anger was brushed off my beard
happiness followed the next breath away
and I was left with a soul in the shape of a poem
so it looked like…?
Nothing I could explain but I remained in a place of spiritual terrain
had telescopes where eyes should have been
I made my heart rise and the sun beat
I took a step into a step-less reason
stayed afloat for the next eight seasons
and came back slowly
descending into a cadaver that took its veins for granted
and resurrected a black body that was made as a result of gods needing a hobby

I was meditating.
And the world above awaits you too
if you seek it.
T R H Apr 2019
Some people are afraid of flying
out of fear of falling from the sky
but I've been falling for so long
with no end in sight
so you see,
when I'm soaring above the clouds
I dream of the plane falling down
because at least I know
I'll finally hit solid ground
uselace Apr 2019
Tonight,
I flew past city lights
That looked like stars
In an impossible constellation
And i thought
The world we've built for ourselves
Is beautiful,
And endless
Our own tiny universe.
I love flying at night.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
No one was even aware of its existence,
But when it sounded out,
We all knew.
It dazzled the audience from the air
As it flipped
And flew.
Ensued laughter
And giddy afternoons
Under the amber hue of summer.
I stand under;
The man in the flying shoe.
Luna Wrenn Mar 2019
i remember a time
i was a bird, free from her cage.
finally spreading my wings.
i flew as fast as i could.
and when the small metal
opening that was keeping me locked in
had finally opened,
i got to show the world
how i soar.
s Mar 2019
“how darling, how innocent, how sweet it must be
to stand stubborn and still, listening not to your loved ones’ pleas
to chase after a future no shaman could ever foresee
and to finally set free,
letting go as old Driftwood did so it could float lost at sea—”
—wondered little Robin, its wing caught on the branch of a birch tree.
Ritchie Mar 2019
Your heart is beating faster than falling rain
Then it hit my own like a moving train
And that was only the start
We learned about each other
With our souls undercover
And now we are lovers
Spring is seeping into the cold winter
Morphing into a hybrid sea
My fantasies are my reality
My realities are my fantasies
We'll drown in a world of vespertine

This lost world
Is where I want to be free
Inside of your little soul
Drowning so deep
This place
This is where I want to be
All night and day
Now, you can take the lead
I'll follow with a wondrous gaze

Growing sensations
From that tiny seed
That was planted without intention
Teach me how to fly
Make it feel like an addiction
It's time to stretch towards the sky
We'll make it seem like fiction
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