white powder
I see dusty mirrors
reflecting your eyes
a glimpse of pureness
flashing my sky.
In a world of despair
your voice awakens me
and I meet an angel
wings bleeding blue feathers
Raped and bruised
I collect dirty smiles
this guilt on my shoulders,
forget and repent.
The angel is gone,
now i'm alone.















Comments
I like how everything is placed in an epic scaled to magnify the feeling in the poem.
Excellent work!
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One day... you will all get down on your knees before me and beg for the end.
Sadly, today is not that day...
i didn't expect someone to like this
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here's another dirty smile for you to collect * *
sometimes the angels go away..... (tris to remember the line laura palmer said to donna in the movie Fire walk wiTH me.......
i love your poetry........
whisper more.....i'm dreaming............
beautiful poem.
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Gone
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it kills me too.....
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