Angels do exist in hell

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I found you
Floating through the thin strings of my hair
As I slept on the nightmare of tomorrow
Woke up with a comfort singing into my ears

Progressing on and on through life
Attempting to follow in God’s big sandled footprints
But to what extent will I stray?
And without the halo around the high-way tunnel
I’ll crash into the darkness

It’s a deep cut, and you know it too
Life has knocked me outta the ballpark
Straight into a lake, where I drown, already decayed
I know you’re watching; why are you if
There isn’t a thing you can do?

Although summer may coat my soul in rime
Winter time burns me to the third degree
As angels appear in the snow of life
Covering the sands of time at the beach
It all freezes

And I can see you
You’re the angel that exists in hell,
The angel on the cloud that glides through
The spikes of the fiery heaven
Last edited by Elizabeth on Thu Feb 23, 2006 11:39 pm, edited 2 times in total.




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Wow. As always, I am completely jealous of your amazing unmatchable incredeble poetic ability. I especially like how, though you change subjects alot, each stanza conects with the one before it, but brings in a new idea at the same time.

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Although summer might coat my soul in rime

This sounds a little awkward.. Perhaps, 'may' instead of 'might'?

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My favorite stanza is the last one. It's sad, and pretty, and... Hopefull? I'm not sure what to make of it.

EDIT: Okay, I know what rime is, now. Sorry.
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Well iknow this is not about me i'm not an Angel in hell *phew* It's a godo poem yeah good.
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wow. your poetry is improving. it's like you're *sniff* all grown up. :cry:
okay, i'm over that.

best line:

Although summer might coat my soul in rime


rime. *shivers* image of the day.


The hell on the cloud that glides through


isn't the ANGEL on the cloud, not the hell?
Carpe Diem.




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Jen: Yes, envy me.

Fontroy: It was about you Vernon. Although you're not nessisarily the HELL you're the angel.

Gum: Thank you. I do suppose Angel would have made sense so I changed it to that... Until I can think straighter, this is it.

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Well if i'm the Angel then i'll fly to Minnisota *sighs sadly*, if only.
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this sounds real good :wink:
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What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
— William Shakespeare