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Shimwa Augusta May 2018
Wings stained with longing
cries of misfitted sound
Melancholy raging deep down
Soul the shade of a rainy cloud
Yet she wears them  proudly
With a matching gown and grey halo
"These wings are meant to fly,"they say
But hey,
What are they worth?
Silverflame Jan 2018
darkening seashore
a golden, bare halo flies
betrayed by the knife
Evi Dent Halo Jan 2018
Unwinding, unraveling

Revelling in the intertwining,

Wood roots of winding, raveling

Wood unwinding, unraveling.

~

With it came

Wood rods and leaves, not understanding

Wanting to be together

Bound in understanding.

With purpose and movement of woodland wiring.

(Unwinding, and unraveling.)

~

Unwinding, unraveling

Back to the earth

Revelling in the intertwining

Wood roots of winding, raveling

Wood unwinding, unraveling.

~

Returned to the mother Queen

Mother Earth, of nature's dream

Woodland spirits sing to, and praise

To the wood Queen, Earth, they sing.
(theme: wood humanoid (spriggan) coming apart.)

FINV (Wood) v3 (12/17/17-12/26/17)
Evi Dent Halo Jan 2018
Running from something

Noises in shade

Shape shadow

Covered in sounds name,

Speak in creaks...

...hear: and wonder what if:

It came up behind you... and held you in grip.

A thing of dark

Undiscovered, never seen

Perhaps grown in the fertile soil

Of runaway dreams.

~

So run through the courtyard

And pray the door opens,

And isn't the cavern

To the mouth in it's head.

So run through the courtyard!

And feel the door open

Just pray it isn't

To the mouth in it's head.
PFP (Running) v2 (12/29/17-)
skyler Dec 2017
she was an angel
that used her halo
as a slipknot
to hang from heaven

s.s
xmelancholix Sep 2017
driving late night
moon low, lookin like a street light
slow down, got some red lights
caterpillars growing up and startin to take flight
hand on your hand got me feelin right
and god, the feelins so ****** tight
thinking about your lips how i bite
when we're drivin late night.

and you've got this glow.
this halo
around you.
and my eyes should be on the road
but god knows, I can't control myself.
like wanting to taste the lemon
when i've got theses cuts on my tongue.
like gasping for air
when the room feels too tight
and all these ****** feelings
and we're just
driving late night
i wrote this in my head while driving my love around late at night until the early morning.
Maria Etre Sep 2017
I drew a halo
over your head
to show
the world that side
and keep
the demons for me
Fynn Sep 2017
Her eyes, deep brown with a taste of gold
her hair like amber, and her hands so cold
beautiful like the setting sun
she must be and angel, she must be the one
but there is one thing that you did not  know
a thing she does not like to show

Her life was hard and never easy
she had many nights that were cold and freezy
that she had to share to other men
just to make sure to afford the rent

She does sell love, it destroys her inside
and it gets worse by every night
all those men and desiring glances
that look at her body while she dances

Her life could have been easy, could have been nice
but destiny already rolled the dice
She lived on the street since she was a child
and noone helped her, no one did mind

the only thing that she had on the streets
has been her beauty to cover her needs
and so it started, because no one cared
about the beautiful girl and her begging stares

now its too late to help the young lady
her hair is messy and her eyes are shady
Shes caged in her mind and will never forget
what she has become, what she does regret

An angel
with a broken halo
Based on thousands of true storys
Marrisa Jun 2017
"The next thing I was aware of was falling.
Around me, all that was familiar crumbled into dust.
And still I fell, tumbling on an endless journey to nowhere.
Then all was motionless and I was imprisoned in a void.
I had dropped to my knees, my head bowed, my wings broken and bleeding.
I couldn’t lift myself off the ground.
The light began to fade until a suffocating darkness surrounded me, so dense that when I held my hands before my face, I couldn’t make them out.
In this sepulchral world I was left alone.
I saw myself as the ultimate figure of shame, an angle fallen from grace.

A shadowy figure with blurred features was approaching.
At first my heart leapt with hope at the possibility that it might be someone come to rescue me.
But any hope was dashed away when I sensed instinctively that whatever it was should be feared.
Despite the pain in my limbs I crawled as far from it as possible.
I tried spreading my wings but they were too damaged to comply.
The figure was closer now and hovering above me.
Its features materialized just enough for me to see that the smile on its face was one of ownership.
There was nothing left to do but allow myself to be consumed by the shadows.
This was perdition. I was lost."
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