Post by Kagami Hiruko on Mar 7, 2013 15:42:47 GMT -5
So, I’ve been thinking of putting some of my poetry and short stories up here for you guys to see, to see what you think, for a while but I haven’t done so yet because… well, because quite frankly I didn’t know if anyone would be interested XD but I figured, what the heck, so here I am.
Im just a tiny bit nervous about having others read my poems because my poetry is strictly emotional; I write when im in the height of emotion, and most of the time I don’t even edit them, beyond grammatical and spelling errors. Whatever I feel goes onto paper, so these poems are, almost literaly, my feelings spilled out on paper. (a screen?)
The other thing is… a lot of my poetry tends to be quite dark, since, again, I write when im emotional. So… if dark themes and stuff freak you out or its just not your thing, I would suggest NOT reading my poetry XD
Anyway, on with the show! Heres my first one, lemme know what you think! Criticism is STRONGLY appreciated!
My Angel
My angel was sent to me from Heaven,
Or wherever you think angels come from
Heaven, The Summerlands, wherever people go
When life has ended.
But when I met her, my life began.
She saved me from embarrassment,
Then she saved me from self- destruction.
She taught me what hope meant.
Through her, life was simple, beautiful.
With her translating, everyone spoke the same languadge.
Everything was clear, not a cloud in the sky.
Its always like that before a storm.
She supported me when I couldn’t stand on my own.
She forced my tears when I was too proud to cry them myself.
My angel walked by my side, guiding me,
Protecting me from the outside.
In her arms was the only place I felt safe,
Wherever she was, there too was my home.
Her hand in mine brought me comfort, hope,
With her, I knew what it meant to be “happy”.
Looking back, I should’ve seen her downfall coming.
Nothing that perfect can last forever.
My angel, you see, was never really an angel at all.
Her wings were clipped, her halo broken.
I tried so, so hard to hold her up,
To keep her in the sky, where angels belong.
But in the end, my arms were too weak, my heart too heavy.
There was nothing I could do.
She pushed me away, my angel
Couldn’t stand my burdens anymore, she said.
And at the moment, the sanity I had worked so hard for
Just drained away…
My chest convulsed with uncontrolled sobs
As the wounds my angel left me festered and burned.
She was gone; just… gone,
And empty space where before was light.
The clouds infested the skies, the people
All started speaking different tounges.
I couldn’t see or understand; only remember
When everything was beautiful.
But slowly, I realized something;
I had my own feet, my own knees, my own wings.
I didn’t need my angel to hold me up anymore;
I could do it myself.
I had to; my angel had gone,
I don’t know where. Probably back to Heaven,
Or wherever you think angels come from.
Or maybe she kept going down.
I still think about her from time to time.
I stand on my own now, but only because she once held me.
Without my angel, I still have the scars.
Just look at my heart; you’ll see them.
~Akasha <3
Im just a tiny bit nervous about having others read my poems because my poetry is strictly emotional; I write when im in the height of emotion, and most of the time I don’t even edit them, beyond grammatical and spelling errors. Whatever I feel goes onto paper, so these poems are, almost literaly, my feelings spilled out on paper. (a screen?)
The other thing is… a lot of my poetry tends to be quite dark, since, again, I write when im emotional. So… if dark themes and stuff freak you out or its just not your thing, I would suggest NOT reading my poetry XD
Anyway, on with the show! Heres my first one, lemme know what you think! Criticism is STRONGLY appreciated!
My Angel
My angel was sent to me from Heaven,
Or wherever you think angels come from
Heaven, The Summerlands, wherever people go
When life has ended.
But when I met her, my life began.
She saved me from embarrassment,
Then she saved me from self- destruction.
She taught me what hope meant.
Through her, life was simple, beautiful.
With her translating, everyone spoke the same languadge.
Everything was clear, not a cloud in the sky.
Its always like that before a storm.
She supported me when I couldn’t stand on my own.
She forced my tears when I was too proud to cry them myself.
My angel walked by my side, guiding me,
Protecting me from the outside.
In her arms was the only place I felt safe,
Wherever she was, there too was my home.
Her hand in mine brought me comfort, hope,
With her, I knew what it meant to be “happy”.
Looking back, I should’ve seen her downfall coming.
Nothing that perfect can last forever.
My angel, you see, was never really an angel at all.
Her wings were clipped, her halo broken.
I tried so, so hard to hold her up,
To keep her in the sky, where angels belong.
But in the end, my arms were too weak, my heart too heavy.
There was nothing I could do.
She pushed me away, my angel
Couldn’t stand my burdens anymore, she said.
And at the moment, the sanity I had worked so hard for
Just drained away…
My chest convulsed with uncontrolled sobs
As the wounds my angel left me festered and burned.
She was gone; just… gone,
And empty space where before was light.
The clouds infested the skies, the people
All started speaking different tounges.
I couldn’t see or understand; only remember
When everything was beautiful.
But slowly, I realized something;
I had my own feet, my own knees, my own wings.
I didn’t need my angel to hold me up anymore;
I could do it myself.
I had to; my angel had gone,
I don’t know where. Probably back to Heaven,
Or wherever you think angels come from.
Or maybe she kept going down.
I still think about her from time to time.
I stand on my own now, but only because she once held me.
Without my angel, I still have the scars.
Just look at my heart; you’ll see them.
~Akasha <3
