The wings of an angel

Are as fragile as a beating heart

 

Because for every time we cause it grief

It begins to tear itself apart

 

Lighter than a feather

And as white as their tears

 

Nothing can destroy the wings of an angel

Nothing but our fear

 

But this is the reality

For a fear has become a truth

 

Because all of our angels

Have disappeared

 

We have committed an unspeakable crime

An irreversible theft

 

We have stolen the wings of our angels

And now they have nothing left

 

Some will never forgive our evil

And wingless they will always remain

 

But many have pardoned our mistakes

They simply want to end the pain

 

They wish to find their wings again

To once again take flight

 

To soar through the skies high above

And touch the stars at night

 

But this is only a dream to them

A fantasy if you will

 

Because they know what we are

They know we will never be still

 

We will never stop

Not until the seas turn to blood and the sky to fire

 

They will watch as history repeats itself

As the world attempts something dire

 

But their wings have already been stolen

Their lives now only remain

 

But in the end, this is you

And this is me

We are one the same

 

We are the ones that will watch and suffer

And at the same time agree

 

We will accept full responsibility

And yet we will deny it and say we were led astray

 

Because such is the way we live

To always look the other way

 

But it was not always like this

The lies and deceit

 

Once we were angels

Once we were complete

 

But now things have changed

A greater evil has rooted in our minds

 

For we have stolen our own wings

And we have lifted the clouding blinds

 

This world was never meant to save us

But was never meant to die

 

But when it does and takes it with us

We will never be able to fly

-Nick C.

 

There I go again, me and man, criticizes him in all my glory. Anyway post your comments and by the way, either you guys having been doing nothing all break or you don’t know how to post on my blog! Click on the little words that say “No Comments” or X number of comments right below the title of the post and click on it! Then you go to the bottom and type in your comments! Jeez people!

P.S You  don’t have to believe in angels or be religious at all to understand this poem, it’s just metaphorical (I hope I spelled that right)

P.S.S This is the first time I’ve written a “P.S” or a “P.S.S”

The past our teacher

The present our lesson

 

The future our task

 

We are a generation

Deemed to save the world

 

Yet we do it

In hopes so vainly held

 

You were the soldiers of the past

And now we are the guardians of the future

 

But we were deceived

In ways only time could tell

 

You cursed us

With a thousand dangers

 

Took lives

Without heart

 

And crossed lines

That should never have been neared

 

And after all this

You tell us

We must mend the world

 

How low the eminence of man has fallen

To let this atrocity pass

 

Without eyes or ears

You simple let it slip

Between your fingers’ grasp

 

You tell us to rebuild

A world you destroyed

 

But yet you do nothing

But kill and burn

 

Your past

Is written in blood

 

And in your arrogance

You have killed thousands

 

And unless you do not stop now

Your future will hold the same 

But when will you stop

To help the ones that decide it?

 

How far must we go

To prove that you were wrong?

 

What more evidence do you need

To prove you have put us all in harm’s way?

 

And even when that day dawns

The day you stop the bloodshed and begin anew

 

Those lines

Will not mend

 

Those dangers

Will not disappear

 

And those lives

Will still be taken

 

Because for your mistakes

We must now find a solution

 

Before it comes to an end

To all that we hold dear

 

Behold your abomination

You live it now

 

Must we suffer the same fate

You so cruelly laid out?

 

-Nick C.

Everyone is always talking about it. We are the generation that are supposed to mend and fix the world. But who broke it in the first place? Not us. The generation before us. And before them and before them. This was a poem for them, reminding them how hard they have made life for the new generation, and if the previous one can help fix it too. And by the way, I know I have no sense of layout at all and I sound mean.

To see a world in a grain of sand

and heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palms of your hand

and eternity in an hour

-William Blake

I just can’t get over this small piece of writing by William Blake. Seriously. If any of you have comments, please, feel free (and by that I mean do) comment on it. It’s just so cool! (sorry for the lack of word choice Mr.R)

Look in the mirror

And tell me what you see

 

Look beyond all compassion

And every deed

 

Tell me you do not see

The hunger that drives us

 

The pride that destroys us

The vengeance that rewards us

 

Every corner and every turn

Is built on blood we shed and burned

 

We have sealed our fate

Our time is coming to an end

 

But resist that urge

And the world may yet mend

 

We destroy to build

We build to destroy

 

Our race flourishes in destruction

It is us who is evil

 

I see no change in the winds

No turn of the table

 

Time is running out

Will we be able?

 

I think not.

 

-Nick C.

Blood taken from her father’s crown

She swore and vowed to protect

Until her empire’s cloak she gowned

 

Through rain and sleet

The crown’s enemy she hunted

Her slumber fleet

Her bow never blunted

 

Day and night

Dark and light

She never stopped

 

Whispers of death

Shadows torn asunder

The sun now dimming

She braced for thunder

 

Over rock, water and air

She met him at world’s end

 

The sky unguarded

The earth agape

Her hands closed

Around his final fate

 

She pulled at loss

And death sang through the air

To bury itself deep

In her blood’s heir

 

At last it was done

Her throne secured

His death eternal

Her soul unmoved

 

She returned to her kingdom

Of halls of white and gold

But none were there to greet her

Only showers of glass and rose

-By Nick C.

Once again, what urged me to write this is still unknown. Feel free to comment on anything or what you think some of my sentences mean. I know this is quite short and meaningless, so expect a longer and clearer version of this story in the near-future.

 

Broken windows

A shattered rose

Dark is falling

Hold her close

The world is changing

The tides have turned

Now they awaken

Eternal still they sleep

Yet for their sorrow

We return nothing

For what is there to give

But blood and soul

Time they have endured

Bodies they have burned

If it not for the brave

Then were would be the world?

-Nick C.

 I can’t actually say why I wrote this. I was in a strange mood. I really don’t know what it means, but if anyone has some sort of clue or idea, comment me back.