simple spur-of-the-moment poem i did during English for the heck of it- critique please?
Not an Angel
Twin feet planted on the eternal stone,
grounded by the grasp of mortal life.
Two hands reaching for a far-off dream,
a dream that will always be, but may never become.
A soul hounded by the fear of endless darkness,
but lacking the strength to fully embrace the light.
A light that always lies on the next horizon,
a light that all can see, all but him.
A being lost in the torrent of life,
lost without a cause, blind without a guide.
A mortal, trapped in the bonds of transient life,
destined to sin and repent in an endless cycle of humanity.
A sinner looking for a sign of hope,
finding none, and loosing all.
A Mortal, Not an Angel,
Not an Angel yet.
sorry for the delay in posting- finding it hard to write about stuff latley.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Not an Angel
Posted by Devon at 8:22 PM
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3 comments:
Wow, poetry totally confuses me, but this is really good!
And people say i use big words... this is like, wow :D
P.S. have you read City Of Bones/whatnot? For some reason, this reminds me of that :)
thanks :) and yes, i have....though i just wrote this while bored in English, wasnt thinking about that book to be honest. Have you read Clockwork Angel? wondering if I should get it....if you have is it worth reading?
The Clockwork Angel is really good... it's EXTREMELY similar to the Mortal Instruments though, with the characters, but the "Simon" is better in this book :P
Also, the different era is cool (it's set in Victorian England), if that's your thing. It's kind of interesting to see the cultural changes :]
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