AngelicaAngelica (My Final Prayer)Angelica11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call?
Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all?
Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind?
Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.
Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave
Was dying really the only way to save your sanity?
Angelica you'd died of a heartbreak I'll never understand.
You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.
Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul,
Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole?
In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed?
And is anyone up there giving you the bandages you need?
Have they wiped the dirt of heartbreak yet so far away?
Are you beautiful again my love? Can you stay that way?
Has heaven purified you so that you'll never hurt again?
Is it really a new beginning, or…is it just the end?
Angelica, do you miss me, up in the sky so free?
When it rains down on the earth, is tha
This Land Built on the SunThis Land Built on the Sun11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"What is life but a broken plan? What is a poem but a broken man? In a place beyond the blink of our eyes, the heat will rise."
I wrote a world yesterday.
The stars seemed not so far away,
for a silhouette of shattered dreams
and broken lovers' ripping seams.
Heinous crimes have been committed
but arsenic itself has been acquitted,
and with the sigh of morning death
the stars themselves have lack of breath,
but the lilies sing a mourning song
of soaring battles and heroes gone
and daisies gather round to hear
the tales of men and lacking fear.
And what memories remain to kill,
that scorched contempt that continues still,--
our dances dance, but not the same
to a tune never played again.
That winning spree has finally worn,
that poetry that only scorns.
but hearts and hate could live as one
in this land built on the sun.
Hearing was once some gift,
too precious a gem to even lift.
What once were the words I hear
are now only static-unclear.
Tearful notes that none could best,