huddled

[cherub]

An angel huddles in the corner
riping off the feathers of her wings
Pleading that they be no more
As each feather comes off she bites in half
cursing for what they stand for
Tears fall down she no longer wipes them away
what is the point? Her only hope is they disolve her and melt her away
She won't fly again, and the skin beneath her feathers is growing ragged and torn
She crawls around in shame of
forever believing she could really fly
how Pathetic is all she can think
it echos in her head
She hides deeper within the whole
hoping that maybe it will just end
baren now in a pile of her wings
she looks around
Saddness comes across her, she tried but no
there is nothing to try for
Humanity, faith, truth, were lost
she can be no more she can live no longer
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No one asked you not to be confused, does not matter your age we all go through it. No one asked you what you wanted that is your own choice. All that was asked was alittle honesty, but you could not do that.
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"Wings are not what they are cracked up to be. Sometimes they get broken. When you crash then what?"
[This message has been edited by cherub (edited 13 January 2001).]

 

[mealltach]

Cherub, this poem is raw. It's just oozing with intensity and emotion...
It must have been a bit painful to write, possibly?
Regardless, I appreciate you sharing this...
It's...well, I know.
I just don't know how to articulate it.

 

[Mellabopper]

cherub -
this poem made me VERY sad.

you must be going through some hard times right now. there is so much emotion flowing out of this piece it hurts me to read it - especially when its such a painful poem coming from someone as sweet and caring as you are.
never let life get you down. there are so many people here that you have touched - just by your sweet words, brightening our days - and you dont even know it.

even if one is without wings, there are others that will gladly take you on their back and fly for you. i'm one of them.
hugs
Mellabopper
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animals are for petting!
"does anyone know where we are? because i think i dont have a clue"
"damn the man, save the empire!" - empire records
Corruption is key.

 

[femmme fatal]

that is one of the saddest poems i've ever read... kinda reminds me of a poem i posted here not too long ago called 'fallen angel', except yours is much sadder...
-hug-
aj the femme
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the extra M is for MmmMmmmm
Be Good!!!

 

[Angelight]

you will always have wings.....

 

[*SWeeT-e*]

cherub -> "We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we could only fly embracing each other."
Sweetie, you have encouraged me so much in the past, if you've crashed and your wings are failing you at the moment, please feel free to borrow mine. Even angels fall and need a hug sometimes, doesn't make you any less of a person and it certainly doesn't make you pathetic. I think you are one of the most beautiful people on this board with a tender caring soul...don't be afraid to let this emotion loose, but don't let it conquer you either, I know you will get through this, whatever it is you are going through. Feel free to write me anytime, if ya want.

All my love,
~kimmy.

 

[Thelazer]

I really don't respond to many posts in words that often.. But, sometimes a post just sorta grabs at me.
Mommy, I'm not sure but it seems as if something is really bugging you in this poem. It's really filled with a charged up anger, to be "Ripping" off your wings, no longer able to fly above what is bringing you down is quite said. I wish I could say something that would make whatever it is that's bugging you go away. I can't, however I do know one angle who still has HER wings, and IS able to fly above it.. and that person is YOU!
Jay
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"Roads, where we're going we don't need any roads."
[This message has been edited by Thelazer (edited 14 January 2001).]

 

[cherub]

I don't know what to say to you all. Just right now this is my own battle and right now I don't wana fly nor do i have the engery to find my way back.
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"Wings are not what they are cracked up to be. Sometimes they get broken. When you crash then what?"

 

[raverdad]

cherub,
i've sat here for the past half hour thinking of what i could say that would ease the pain, for i know all to well the things you wrote about. i drift back to my past that no one knows about.......
20years ago , i was on top of the world. i was soring with the eagles, i had a calling, a destiny that i truely believed in, i dedicated my life and family aware of what the cost of that dedication would be. i felt invinceble, nothing could stop me , but was i in for a shock....
10years ago my perfect world came crashing down, taking me totally by surprise . i was left with nothing but heartache. my trust in relationshps was gone. i lost everything that i loved and charished, all my ideas of that perfect devine calling disapeared. i was alone. my pain would fester and i began to hate everything. i cursed the heavens to the point that no one would stand next to me for fear of the lightening strike . i felt like a failure in life, and retreated into a shell. my "white light" had turned to black. i felt that i'd never be happy again, and proceeded to live that way. I had created my own prison....
for 5 long years , i didn't date. I had such a low sef esteem and negative attitude . the only time i wasn't depressed was when my sons come and stayed the summer, but all too quickly that would end, and i'd be more depressed. i hated my life. i can't remember exactly when when i felt things start to turn around, but it was like a door to my prison had been cracked open and for the first time in several years , i felt alive again. and people noticed it.
for the next year i got stronger in believing in myself, learning to love myself for who i was. my white light was returning and my confidence grew. it was a good thing too , for what was about to happen , i wouldn't of recovered from.....
a year and a half ago, i got the phone call that is the fear of every parent. my oldest son had died in his sleep. the cause , according to the police was alcohol / drug related. i had to fight off the grief and pain , almost detach myself from my surroundings , so i could be there for my youngest son, who was the one who found him and the shock had driven him into showing absolutely no emotion. it took a long time till he would open up . i'm so glad he did. but i still have to deal with my emotions. and at times i am a total wreck.....
strange how things in life work out. i made it through this trial, though i don't understand why , but life goes on. and i didn't let the depression take control of me again. i keep giving out of myself to others, a shoulder to lean on, someone that will listen to people , to offer a word of positiveness and hope. and in my giving out , things have begun to be restored in my life. love has returned to me. my happiness has returned and i feel alive again. ...
cherub, people can be such dicks and joy killers. yes, we who get shit on hurt and at times feel , that the world is against us, and our natural instinct of self preservation kicks in. sweetie, don't give up. life is in a cycle. the old things pass away, and the new things begin . just like the night fades away and the sunrise brings this beautiful new day.
we 're here anytime for you.
much love !
rog / jen

 

[cherub]

rog/ jen
all i have to say is thank you. You both don't know how much you both saved me this weekend. In that alone i will try and not give up.

 

[Ariela]

Honey, you know we've been on the same page about a lot of things in our lives. I'm going to tell you what you've told me - things will get better, and you will see the sun again. I love you and I'm here for you, anytime, and I will be thinking of you and sending you strength.