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Angel Apr 2013
Your heart is spun of white and gold threads,
And you wear your feelings on your sleeves,
Tonight you lay down your feelings beneath the beds,
As I travel to the forest to run through out the trees.
Angel Apr 2013
In the summer we stayed at a glance,
A passing glance was all that had a splinter
to succeed in it’s ability to have a chance,
In the summer I often turned back in the winter
Dreaming of someone to rid me of my saddened dance,
You were but a man in a world I wasn’t yet delivered.

Summer faded to fall and the world fell on it’s side,
I felt things from an inner light working deep within,
Laying beneath the feathers of your wings saved what was inside
Of me and the demons that lay beneath my skin,
Disappeared to far off dimensions which boosted your pride.

Fall brought sweet kisses and letters dotted hearts for eyes,
Discovering the world which brought my mind to infinity,
I let you come inside my home, my heart, my skin, my soul, to my demise.
I gave in to the heaven’s and believed in the human divinity,
A love to keep me sheltered from the red and blackened skies,
As long as I could creep back under the shell of your vicinity.

Music and waves of laughter spread across the days we spent,
As fall turned to winter the covers and you kept me warm,
Through the winter the world began to fade, our love did dent.
Through the days and through the nights, a blooming flame scorn.
As the spring began to bring the rain, off the man of God went.
As she wept underneath the rocks of the buildings with her heart torn.

The darkness that she fears rests solely in the hands she holds,
Her own hands she takes not for granted for they have kept her sane.
Praying down on her knees that there will be a path to soon unfold,
Until then there is pain and pain and pain.
Winter took with it the echoes of the memories which now go untold,
Here comes the rain.
Angel Apr 2013
Tonight my silent words escape off my tongue,
Trying not to believe you have really gone,
Walking through tunnels of darkness and death,
Bones never shatter to rejuvenate the dawn.
Angel Apr 2013
The world stands
At a time still
Today

Driving away
Walking away
Won't
Just sit and
Stay

So I sit alone
Just how I was
Before you
Took the
Throne

The sun still
Lay as warm
As when I slept
Inside your
Arms

Now I long
For brighter days
With festivals and
Carnivals to play

People joining
Together at the edge
Of the world
Being alive is the
Pledge

But the foggiest tunnel
Lay ahead
Paradise
Falling away
Pushing device

Don't take me under
Through the devil's bed
Let me rest in a graveyard
While I lay down my
Head
Angel Apr 2013
I walked into his room and lay down under him. I lay my head down on his hard arm, and his right wraps around my waist to keep safe. I back my body up against his and park it snuggly against him. There is no room for mistakes, no room for anything but emotions and moments and fast paced creation for months on end.
Because love should be passionate, creative, endless, and relentless if it is boundless and in it’s truest form. Sacrifice must become a part of the daily routine. He look at me, as I lay down. His warm vocal chords vibrate cooly under his throat and he speaks to me.
“You are my angel. You are. Sent from God, in Heaven.”
I look deeper into his eyes and am suddenly enveloped in the tsunami of chills that crash over me as I dive into him, deeper and darker to the bottom. The parts he doesn’t want me to see, but I have already swam so far. Why would I turn around? Why would I head back to the shore now?
Angel Apr 2013
I sit with my bruises to the South. The sun is to my East, as it sets in the West. The world has left me with my own flesh and bones, I wish to go North and settle in the woods of the snowy continents. Negativity has always held me down and chained me to the ground. I want positivity to overflow and spill over everything I have. Nothing materialistic can overpower me, Nothing in this life can mean too much.

A certain numbness comes upon every view that I once contained, and I give in to the voices in the doctor's offices. I give in to the medication and the healing process, I give in to the definition of depression.

Well if they all tell you this is who you are bound to end up as, you take your shadow and you force it to the other side of the room. You grab your adrenaline and run to the farthest point you can get to without a broken foot. You don't give up because you can't give up because if you did you'd drown in the metaphorical sea, the anchor takes you down in the ocean, are you strong enough to keep above the water with that much weight pulling you down?

Turn on the music, lay down, cover the sheets over your eyes but the sun still sets. The sun still leaks in your window and creates a glow on your hair, your skin, your eyes. A chill shivers down your spine and you feel only just a little bit less than alive.

Breathe. Keep going. Live.
Angel Mar 2013
To keep the demons at bay
But still they stay
Night and
Day
.
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