Yah Yah, I’m creative…thanks! but did anyoone actually read the whole thing?? ^___^ Wish me a good time at ECASU! LATERZ!
Since I recieved a pretty good reaction from everyone, here is another poem. For this poem, i needed everyone’s help, so thanks for lending it to me! (Beware some parts of this poem are crappy and it’s fairly long-winded. I hope you still read though!)
Once there was an angel
who dreamed of silver wings,
a baby star to grace upon,
and other sky-bound things.
This angel cutiepie,
so filled with hopes and dreams,
left divinely perfect gardens,
for the mortal Earth it seems.
he picked fresh flowers, visited
white rice fields, and luscious forests,
and enjoyed the hymns of a gospel choir
that rivaled his seraphic chorus.
Next, this silly boy sensed
a wafting in the air
from a sweet lollipop held
by a baby girl without a care.
“Sorry,” said the angel,
“but I simply must confide
that that smell is so delectable
it leaves me mystified!
I’d trade my wholesome soul
for that sweetness on my lips
could this be the legendary
object? the loving human kiss?”
I’ve heard the starlight whisper
on shady, eclipsed moons
of the essence of human love
shown in kissed lover’s swoons.
Could the art of humanity
be trapped in your bulbous cheeks
is the reason behind your smiles
somewhere I can peak? (okay, that was weak)
The little chick held out her hand
towards the blinding sol,
grinning with an ivy fang,
eyes both dark and cold.
She offered him the candy pop,
with a face unmarred by time,
he tried a couple licks,
it tasted highly sublime. (this stanza sucks)
I’m glued to this savory taste
he chuckled at his luck
but when he looked upon that girl
he exclaimed, “holy f*ck!”
It seemed she was but an illusion
for a blackness seemed to sweep
and the sun’s corona waned
and god’s scion had to weep
Smokey halos darkened the sky
as amethyst hues replaced the orange sun
a tired look drew on the face
of the wing’d one.
Extreme duress strained his face
as introspection showed his err,
his will had flopped, and conscience stopped,
and he had dropped his care.
“Too innocent have you been,”
cried the little girl.
Suddenly she flew and he was sure
who’d possessed his world.
“I am fallen darkness,
the meek shy away with fear,
it is I who invoke anonymous hate
in those who once were dear.”
“I am the prince of all
that rebels against your host.
Temptation is my forte—
it is what i love the most.”
“I take you now, oh angel dark,
to a realm of prometheus’ gift.
where punishment will be meated out
no mortal hand can lift.”
acid bins we’ll bathe you in
–my jaded, fellow damned
for our work has made us weary
in this unhallowed, spiteful land.
“No hope will come to you cherub,
even on the final day,
when the man with studded hands,
will take the good away.”
“For you have fallen from eden pure,
for earthly foul and folly,
you’ll be eating no more waifers
and leave behind the days most jolly.”
“Have no hope to be revitalized
that’s a wish no one can fill,
for your soul is mine, for all time
you signed it over with a quill.”
“A bargain made and come to term,
has cursed you through and through
an infernal contract drawn and signed,
has spelled the end of you.”