Not Your Ordinary Angel

Not Your Ordinary Angel

A Poem by Tallulah
"

They called her angel......

"

They called her an angel

They saw her as beautiful

Kind

And pure

They gave her wings

And a halo

They gave her an outward appearance

Of perfection

 

They saw her

But they did not know her

Her halo

Was made of liquid Darkness

Her wings dropped

With the mystery of night

Her heart was drowning

In pain...

 

She wasn't

Your ordinary angel

She was held down

By the weight of sin

Shackled in darkness

By lonliness

and kept in place

By her pain

She could not

Fight the evil that came her way

 

She wore a maks of

Flawless porcelin

She wouldn't remove it

She wore it thin

And when it began to crack

She panicked,,,,

 

Everything began

To fall apart

Her wings;  they broke

Her halo vanished

Her body collasped

She was dead...

 

She wasn't

Your ordinary angel

© 2009 Tallulah


Author's Note

Tallulah
written in theology class cause i was bored. not my favorite. what do you guys think?

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it makes lots of meaning. I liked it. I think we often have prejudice and consider someone an angel or the opposite .... and then we are left in frustration but I think it's not about the other person, it's about me for it was my choice. we always make choices. beautiful piece. and thank you for your comment on my new piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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I love this one :o It's epic, Tallulah, really. Great work! The imagery is perfect as is the wording.

-Howl

Posted 15 Years Ago


it makes lots of meaning. I liked it. I think we often have prejudice and consider someone an angel or the opposite .... and then we are left in frustration but I think it's not about the other person, it's about me for it was my choice. we always make choices. beautiful piece. and thank you for your comment on my new piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey this is great...... i love poems that u can look at many different ways.......you can look at it as metaphor.......So much expectations were put upon this girl,,,,,,,but the pressure was too much and she couldn't live up to it. There fore she got addicted to drugs and fallen off and died......... :) great piece

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Hi! My name's Tallulah! I'm a 16 year old girl. There's not much to say about me. I like to write, draw, read and run. I love music and am trying to learn to play the guitar....failing at it though. I.. more..

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