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Array ( [sid] => 21830 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => the plight of fallen angels [time] => 2003-08-13 01:35:00 [hometext] => all who've read this say "oh, how sad" - but, I feel it's a story of one making peace with their demons..... [bodytext] => there was a broken arrow in her back
"none of this makes sense", she thought
her thoughts were unusually calm
for someone who just had their heart broke
again
"I feel so alone"
yet
that sense that there was someone there
watching
she couldn't preclude it
or pass it off as some
fabled, societal retribution
it was real to her
she'd known it before
those dark nights
crying out to the silence
only the wind and the faint world
whispering behind her
but, was it enough?
the tangibility?
how do you weigh something against
nothing?
always the questions
leaving acrid tastes
on her regularly abused tongue
"angry people have bad breath"
so says the ex-whore who found Jesus
funny how things turn around
"such a shame", she thought
"this body going to waste tonight"
no one to stand the test of time
her test
her rules
her disease
disease - DISEASE - DIS - EASE
"how unfair to be afflicted"
I wonder if the Lord plagued her
because the world couldn't handle
such a beautiful creation
sans flaw
she has a way
of listening for familiar sounds
as a child
it was the creaky boards in the hall
to wait
wonder, anticipate
"is it? could it be my savior?
coming to lick my wounds?"
day after day
sleep overcomes
in the realm where Hell
is allowed to exist
she doesn't feel so alone
her demons are free to roam
not so eager
to harm
the stench of the time card
the "okie-doke"
the "I love you, baby - do it harder"
is trivial and trite [comments] => 4 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 21 [informant] => aom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

the plight of fallen angels

Contributed by aom on Wednesday, 13th August 2003 @ 01:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

there was a broken arrow in her back
"none of this makes sense", she thought
her thoughts were unusually calm
for someone who just had their heart broke
again
"I feel so alone"
yet
that sense that there was someone there
watching
she couldn't preclude it
or pass it off as some
fabled, societal retribution
it was real to her
she'd known it before
those dark nights
crying out to the silence
only the wind and the faint world
whispering behind her
but, was it enough?
the tangibility?
how do you weigh something against
nothing?
always the questions
leaving acrid tastes
on her regularly abused tongue
"angry people have bad breath"
so says the ex-whore who found Jesus
funny how things turn around
"such a shame", she thought
"this body going to waste tonight"
no one to stand the test of time
her test
her rules
her disease
disease - DISEASE - DIS - EASE
"how unfair to be afflicted"
I wonder if the Lord plagued her
because the world couldn't handle
such a beautiful creation
sans flaw
she has a way
of listening for familiar sounds
as a child
it was the creaky boards in the hall
to wait
wonder, anticipate
"is it? could it be my savior?
coming to lick my wounds?"
day after day
sleep overcomes
in the realm where Hell
is allowed to exist
she doesn't feel so alone
her demons are free to roam
not so eager
to harm
the stench of the time card
the "okie-doke"
the "I love you, baby - do it harder"
is trivial and trite

Copyright © aom ... [ 2003-08-13 01:35:00]
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Re: the plight of fallen angels (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 10:25:15 AM AEST
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"I wonder if the Lord plagued her
because the world couldn't handle
such a beautiful creation
sans flaw
she has a way
of listening for familiar sounds
as a child
it was the creaky boards in the hall"

Wow I love that part... another very good write you've got here... I'll be looking for more.

Re: the plight of fallen angels (User Rating: 1 )
by vincy on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 12:25:59 PM AEST
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I thoroughly enjoyed this poem it has depth,
multi layered, reflects dark explorations of the acumen.

Re: the plight of fallen angels (User Rating: 1 )
by vincy on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 12:36:42 PM AEST
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I thoroughly enjoyed this poem it has depth,
multi layered, reflects dark explorations of the acumen.

Re: the plight of fallen angels (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Saturday, 16th August 2003 @ 02:30:21 PM AEST
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So many demons inside............
How to " weigh something against nothing"
Turmoil resolved..........
for me this was a journey in an unfamiliar landscape until suddenly, right at the end,I recognised where I was.........
Uncanny.

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