Fallen Angel

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A dark poem for those in the mood.

Fallen Angel

Who clipped your wings, sparrow?
You sharpen the blades of sorrow.
Blood stains wool as a final breath runs loose in the pasture.
The tree burns blue, but your soul
burns black.
Warm tears fall from hollow eyes.
You rev your chainsaw, spilling gas on scarred tissue...
Grrr... Vroom... Crackle.
The night is still young for a soul so old,
so used...
You are labeled and misunderstood.
Crackle, crackle.
Mommies angel,
how did you come to this?
Spatter, spatter.
You whipe the marrow off your chin.
Bones crack so easily under the pain of a taken life.
Poor, poor fallen angel.

By: Brandi Deacon
2010

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ManOnTheMoon commented on Fallen Angel

07-29-2011

Excellent piece, and the imagery created when read is fantastic. I will be sure to come back and read more, when given the time.

BringMeBullets

08/28/2011

Yes, thank you.

Jayandben commented on Fallen Angel

03-16-2010

Yay, I keep finding myself wrapped around the finger of your words, your lips! It's gorgeous, if not cruel how so little people are able to see your talent

BringMeBullets

03/16/2010

No, no. You give me too much credit, really. :)

goldygirl commented on Fallen Angel

03-06-2010

I like it, especially the line saying: The night is still young for a soul so old, Nice oxymoron... I also like the sounds that you added, makes it more real..and you have a style too which is good!

BringMeBullets

03/08/2010

Thanks so much! You're very nice!

Rhymer commented on Fallen Angel

03-03-2010

Dark write I loved it especially the line "You are labeled and misunderstood. Crackle, crackle. Mommies angel, how did you come to this?" Brought the whole poem together for me. 10 from me.

BringMeBullets

03/03/2010

Thanks so much, Rhymer. You are a soul dear to my heart. :)

Madelynn commented on Fallen Angel

03-03-2010

YES! You are OP latest princess of ART as far as Im concerned! You take your work to the next-like it or not-level! The weak shouldnt read you, as there arent enough butterflies and rainbows!-Ah! but the ones who dare feel...this..you..is where they should come calling!!-Perfect images of controversy make one a great supper m'dear, and you, can cook!!!!-Maddi

BringMeBullets

03/03/2010

Thank you! Ha ha. In reality, cooking isn't my thing. But I will surely dish up a heaping meal of words! Thanks again, Maddi.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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