Submissions by WeepingAngel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Who cries for the Weeping Angel?
Good-bye
I had no idea how easy the bones would break
The make-up would run
That there’d be no moon light
This shade of lipstick would look orange in the dark.
I had no idea poison would softly creep through the tall dead grass straining toward the last drop of blood
Entwine together
A piano string snug against a rapid pulse
Composing a memory of torment and loss.
I had no idea the stones are cold this time of year
After the green boarder of the deep dark forest suffocates
Blowing open the door to yesterday
Ghosts and wide-eyed...
The make-up would run
That there’d be no moon light
This shade of lipstick would look orange in the dark.
I had no idea poison would softly creep through the tall dead grass straining toward the last drop of blood
Entwine together
A piano string snug against a rapid pulse
Composing a memory of torment and loss.
I had no idea the stones are cold this time of year
After the green boarder of the deep dark forest suffocates
Blowing open the door to yesterday
Ghosts and wide-eyed...
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Who Cries For The Weeping Angel?
There’s a girl on the corner in a long black coat
That covers the hole from her gut to her throat.
I wouldn’t have noticed, I would have passes by,
But the pain that I saw she spoke with her eyes.
“They say I am forsaken, broken and lost.”
She carried her heart in a cardboard box.
Her voice was like moonlight, disturbingly sweet,
“May I ask you a question? “
My heart skipped a beat.
“Someday for this kindness a debt will be paid”,
Her icy fingers, on my cheek, she gently did lay.
What seized me with pain was a ghost from the...
That covers the hole from her gut to her throat.
I wouldn’t have noticed, I would have passes by,
But the pain that I saw she spoke with her eyes.
“They say I am forsaken, broken and lost.”
She carried her heart in a cardboard box.
Her voice was like moonlight, disturbingly sweet,
“May I ask you a question? “
My heart skipped a beat.
“Someday for this kindness a debt will be paid”,
Her icy fingers, on my cheek, she gently did lay.
What seized me with pain was a ghost from the...
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