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Angel (TW)
July 21, 2021
An angels wing has many feathers
A feather for hope,
And joy,
And trust,
And safety.
A feather for peace,
And love,
And truth.
A feather falls for my every word
One, two, another, and again.
Washing away in a raging river of angel tears
Five, six, more and more.
Until only bones remain
The skeleton of wings
Until those too crumble and wash away.
And the angel is left with nothing
But empty brokenness.
And heartache
And longing to have back the feathers.
Even one.
Oh, please, won't anybody help?
© Amanda L., Albuquerque, NM
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SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jul. 24 2021 at 11:08 am
thanks!
oh my goodness that picture is adorable!!!
i have a 4 week old kitten, his mom rejected him and his siblings died. me and my rabbit are coraising(she doesn't like him, but she gets along with my other cat and her room is a good place to keep a kitten. obviously I cant let a 4 w old run around free when the other cat hates him, and the bunny has a whole small room to herself with multiple levels and 3 floors.)
oh my goodness that picture is adorable!!!
i have a 4 week old kitten, his mom rejected him and his siblings died. me and my rabbit are coraising(she doesn't like him, but she gets along with my other cat and her room is a good place to keep a kitten. obviously I cant let a 4 w old run around free when the other cat hates him, and the bunny has a whole small room to herself with multiple levels and 3 floors.)
CrazyCatLady6 GOLD said...
on Jul. 24 2021 at 7:41 am
This is rlly deep.... I like the idea loads, and the writing rlly made a picture in my head :)))
SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jul. 24 2021 at 12:33 am
but, uh, some of the feathers were from the thing.
SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jul. 24 2021 at 12:30 am
i cant tell if you mean that in a good way or a worried way...
uh I don't think this poem was real but I honestly couldn't tell. some of it coincides with an incident that happened recently, of which I'm mostly over. but it could just be a poem from somewhere inside.
I'm ok tho. I'm generally pretty happy and despite what my poetry claims I'm not suicidal or depressed. I'm 'normal'. normal in emotional state for me. I'm sorta normal tho... aside from the black lipstick. and the green lipstick. and the medieval clothing. and the hair spiking(for me, bedhead is tamer than normal). \the black lipstick isn't a goth or depressed thing, its a weirdness statement(and it hurts like crazy. i can only wear natural makeup that I made, I don't normally wear makeup, but anyways, I ground up charcoal for it myself and it came out with a lot of sharp bits. wearing the lipstick is kinda like kissing nails. tho at this point most of the sharp pieces are gone, so I wore some today). id wear the green lipstick too, but it didn't cook right and the pigment mostly separated. the rest doesn't have enough olive oil or shea butter, idk which, and is just a block of green wax. the pigment is mixed with olive oil. id wear it if it weren't insanly thick and made from seaweed(it tastes awful and reeks if I don't mix it with other stuff. ugh putting it on is a mistake I will only make once).
uh I don't think this poem was real but I honestly couldn't tell. some of it coincides with an incident that happened recently, of which I'm mostly over. but it could just be a poem from somewhere inside.
I'm ok tho. I'm generally pretty happy and despite what my poetry claims I'm not suicidal or depressed. I'm 'normal'. normal in emotional state for me. I'm sorta normal tho... aside from the black lipstick. and the green lipstick. and the medieval clothing. and the hair spiking(for me, bedhead is tamer than normal). \the black lipstick isn't a goth or depressed thing, its a weirdness statement(and it hurts like crazy. i can only wear natural makeup that I made, I don't normally wear makeup, but anyways, I ground up charcoal for it myself and it came out with a lot of sharp bits. wearing the lipstick is kinda like kissing nails. tho at this point most of the sharp pieces are gone, so I wore some today). id wear the green lipstick too, but it didn't cook right and the pigment mostly separated. the rest doesn't have enough olive oil or shea butter, idk which, and is just a block of green wax. the pigment is mixed with olive oil. id wear it if it weren't insanly thick and made from seaweed(it tastes awful and reeks if I don't mix it with other stuff. ugh putting it on is a mistake I will only make once).
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]