#fallenangel
don’t think you’ll get away with this!
you pushed an innocent soul into the abyss.
‘sacrilege’, i say -
what a terrible way…
to enslave a wounded angel;
pluck away at its shrewd feathers;
torture it for wits;
and for what?
some cheeky wordplay?
how could you!
how dare you watch it bleed -
through the trappings of your greed.
have you no pity?
have you no mercy?
are you so bereft of compassion,
that you’d go so far as to maim a messenger of God,
just to have what you need?
let it out, i say!
let it free.
none of this is fair,
i know… i agree!
but you never had the right -
to steal the light:
from a spirit so bright,
in the stillness of the night.
it’ll all be forgotten,
should you accept the blame.
perhaps, find a piece of rock to maim.
not a soul so benign,
even in such misery it prays -
‘forgive him for his sins, my Lord,
for i have done the same.’
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 11:28 AM UTC
"And after all, I was just a fallen angel."
Words that gets through me,
With a dream where I went through it.
Dying as I write this poem, feeling as being swollen.
Everything was all just a test,
When I just needed a rest.
"How can a beautiful soul become a fallen angel?"
I know too much, for I have sinned.
My body is destroyed, yet my soul is still standing.
Despite being considered perfect,
I was lucifer, the fallen angel, rebelled against my own blessed.
Why are so many are startled by my drastic shift?
They say I turned into a horrible monster,
When I was once called the most beautiful angel.
Don't be too shock,
The Devil has many faces.
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 10:56 AM UTC
_I never thought I would discover a passion as yourself.
Miracles restore my desolated mind, repeating a problematic past. The demons no longer reach me with their screams, the damage done to my spirit, it all vanishes from your embrace.
Your voice is loveliest tune in the world. I rather not live without the colors your ideas paint into life. Music sings and fills the air from your soul. You know enough about yourself, still it's a mystery to you. What your essence delivers in quantities. Blessings are bestowed upon us, upon all from your divine presence.
It's remarkable. It's astonishing. Vibrantly godly.
You are the key, providing me LIFE.
You are strong as LOVE and without you.
I would not be able to DREAM_
Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 8:46 PM UTC
With one big swing he flapped his wing
Blowing the bells to make it ring
To open the gates of heaven for worshiping
Anon, he would be falling
Flying, soaring, anon he would be falling
Enamoured with women, Giants would start rising
Roaring, wailing for their sin they'd be bawling
Mourning, regretting, for their sin they'd be falling
-dnlbllrd
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
I look at God's stories and teachings
and I always keep on reading
"satan is the devil"
"he's the purest form of evil"
but i wonder, what if maybe
he was just misunderstood.
what if he never wanted for things to go wrong
and he had just made a mistake
What if the reason was he was just confused all along
and he ended up in this kind of fate..
I'm not saying we should believe in his wicked words
or follow his evil doings
but what if he just needed a prayer
for him to revert back and be accepted again by our Father
if we kept praying for sinners..
and we keep praying for souls to be saved
why can't we pray for him?
a fallen angel...who also needs to be prayed?
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
i’m not much of a believer anymore,
but something i never told you
was that i dreamt of you
not too long ago.
in the dream, I was holding your hand,
and we stood amongst the blades
of the wind, with our heads high,
grinning against the world.
in the dream, god approached me
and said...
“i hope you realize she is special. care for her,
protect her and loath her in love.
when the world tries to topple her,
be her mountain.
for i,
will not be there.
when she sheds her tears
and they spell her sins,
take those words
and craft a melody
she’ll later on sing.
for i,
will not be there.
and when she’s broken down
and her wings can no longer
soar, be the king she’s wanted
for so long.
for i,
will not be there.
for she is the fallen angel,
I worked the most
on.”
-melancholicreator
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
I’d thrown back my head and let out
that cackle
But I didn’t realize that that candelabra
The lit one
was so close
And my head went
Bosh!
Sponto jumped up
Arms raised and ready
Ready to clobber me
And Hilary
To my left looked at me and screamed
Immobile except for her face stretched by
distress and fear
I’d watched that horrendous
De Niro version of Frankenstein that afternoon
And everyone was screaming at the monster
I remembered those scenes now
And I understood
I stamped out my burning head quickly
Before I got hit
I learned a lesson that day.
The spot of hair, you know
Never did grow back right.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
he was her fallen angel.
his raven black wings which fragmented the light while they flew
shined onto her pale shin and forced her to shield her eyes
but no matter how much she begged
he'd never take her for a ride.
but one day, he finally lifted her
higher and higher they went,
they grazed the clouds and kissed the sky
and then he dropped her.
and only then did she really fly.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
she was beauty in sorrow,
a lightning in the sky,
a rainbow after rain,
but a devil in disguise,
she wasn't given a chance to prove,
now she rules,
she is a devil queen,
that could freeze up hell in a second,
and shut down earth,
her looks are perfect,
raven haired,
browns eyes,
pink lips,
but either do we know,
there is a dark side of hers,
that we could not see,
and even the brightest light
could not light up,
she's a princess of chaos and danger,
she loves the smell of blood
and sad faces
with angry souls,
she could see right through you,
so never ever get her mad,
'cause any second she could freeze you up,
her specialty was never fire,
it was ice that ignites her.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
You are my seven deadly sins, my
Ticket to hell.
And I, your
Fallen angel.
Together, we are death,
doom and destruction
trailing
in
our
wake.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Now haunted by the Spirit of song and dance,
I am alone in the gloom of my defeat.
Once a poor prey to burning fits of vanity,
Now cast out with black wings of rebellion,
A garment of violence and a crown of pride.
The sky grew dimmer,
Bright lights of divine release and relief
Now forgone,
Sparkling golden roads and pearl white gates
Now behind me.
With no untold strange angst,
All the world knows of this deeper impulse given
to me by loneliness.
Once a beautiful body, now bent back like a
Paper clip.
Bright and Morning Star I am no more.
A fallen angel with an objective:
I am the Swindler of Divine Romance.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC