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Literature Text
Fluttering leaves
Glittering dust
Do you believe
In unconditional trust?
Take my hand
Walk with me
Amongst the sand
Say what you see
You think you know
About the world
And that means so
I'm just a silly girl
When i see magic
And you say
You think it's tragic
You don't see things my way
Open your eyes
My clever friend
Clear the lies
That the unbelievers send
Glittering dust
Do you believe
In unconditional trust?
Take my hand
Walk with me
Amongst the sand
Say what you see
You think you know
About the world
And that means so
I'm just a silly girl
When i see magic
And you say
You think it's tragic
You don't see things my way
Open your eyes
My clever friend
Clear the lies
That the unbelievers send
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fallen angel
i'm a fallen angel
with cracked wings and a bleeding heart
trying to rise above the hell
i fight with everyday
a beacon of hope
in others' darkness
fighting til the end
even if i fall along the way
i hope God still wants me
even after all the wrong i've done
Literature
My Fallen Angel
Even now...
So long since I last saw you,
Last spoke your name.
I think of you.
I hear a song...
A few mismatched words,
A imagery so great.
I think of you.
A flash of colour...
A sound so sharp and smooth,
A hole in my heart.
I think of you.
I think of what you did to me.
My Angel.
I think of what we once had together.
My Angel.
I think of what you have made me.
My Angel.
So why can't I move on fully?
Forget you ever existed, like you've forgotten me?
My Angel,
Like an everlasting beacon at the end of the dark cavern I call a heart.
So why can't I ignore the feelings that remain?
Ignore the way I once felt about you, l
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Fallen Angel
I'm proud to be me.
I enjoy doing the things,
That no one else does.
I don't mind being an outcast,
I love it.
Sure, there's nasty remarks,
But I don't care.
Those who mind don't matter,
And those who matter don't mind.
The only opinion I truly care about,
Is mine.
I'll wear what I please.
I'll do what makes me happy.
If I wanna spray random colors in my hair,
I will.
If I wanna draw stitches on my face with marker,
I will.
If I wanna wear socks with heels,
I will.
I don't care what you say.
It's my life, not yours.
So why does it matter to you?
I'll rise up with my flawed wings,
And smile when most would frown.
Your c
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It is usual for me to not like rhyming schemes as quite often you find the words chosen sound forced which lets the poem down but in this it has been very well done. Each stanza flows well onto the next.
The opening really caught my interest with the use of great imagery and I found that this almost has a mystical, almost dream-like quality to the poem.
The opening really caught my interest with the use of great imagery and I found that this almost has a mystical, almost dream-like quality to the poem.