Fallen angel
I am a fallen angel
The earth is my home
I went away from the light
Because I preferred the comfort
Of the shadows and the night
I am not evil
Though I am not considered good
Yet all are told to fear me
But I am just misunderstood
Just because I am draped in black
And I no longer have white wings
Sprouting from my back
I am forever destined to remain alone
Ostracized by god-fearers
In my new, mortal home
I am still immortal
For it is said my punishment is to watch
While the rest of the world suffers
And all the plans of do-gooders are botched
I can never lend a hand
To fight for what is right
Or try to save the day
I am ousted from the flock
Though I am more or less the same
Each of you are tainted at birth
Yet you go through great pains
To remove the mark
Baptism is quite a holy shower
But you never lose the scars
Don’t get me wrong
I think it’s a wonderful thing
To try to save your souls
From the eternal chaos
Living in sin can bring
But I am just a reminder
Of how black and white things are
There is no in between gray
For someone who dislikes the golden harmony
Yet still believes in God
I am not a sinner
In my mind, I believe I am pure
Yet to all I have some terrible disease
Of which there is no cure
I am just a fallen angel
Yet by my choice I did fall
And if I had the chance to change my fate
I’m not sure if I could make the call
You may think of me as anathema
You may shield your child’s eyes
You may hope you never become like me
Some might… I wouldn’t be surprised
But you still would be the minority
And that’s the golden and designated truth
For if you were to go against any teachings
You would be named a traitor, a heathen, and uncouth
I am still alive, still breathing
This judgment is not so bad
I do not wish to know what the future brings
But for now, despite it all, I am glad
I am free to hide in shadows
For it’s been requested I remain unseen
I answer to no one but myself
And I choose what I believe
Some may look at me despairing
Shaking their heads at the sight
Thinking me ignorant and a failure
That I am nothing more than a blight
But I have grown accustomed to the whispers
I no longer shudder at the stares
Yet I would give my life to save someone
If I could… but I cannot…
Because I’m not supposed to care
I am evil
I’m a demon
I should be tortured and defiled
I am darkness
I am shadow
Yet I too cringe when someone hurts a child
Think of me how you wish
I can live with your hate
But I am no longer a prisoner
Behind those pearly gates
By
Dan Z.
Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
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ruineed the entire moment...
lol