Rain
Rain paints quartet strings
on the glass panels in wrings
for me to play to the kings
pitter patter the sound rings
mist swallows the fields
like a book that made into the reels
on fantasy and the surreals
like riding into fairyland me feels
Rain forms white wreaths on pavements
that sweep the floor in wavements
beautiful misty waves dancing around in moments
dissappears to remind us of impermanence
The wind blows the dancing tree
Teasing us about how it's free
here here dance with me
but I cant do so you see
Mr Thunder growls a lot
his temper seems to be rot
Mr lighting flashes out
reminding naughty children not to come out
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This is a short poem I made about rain. I kinda got inspired when I was in a bus the other day and it rained heavily, but I noticed how pretty and beautiful the rain makes everything look. The poem formed in my mind then, but I cooked it till its ready for serving now 
peace
When you prosper friends are near
When you make an error its you they fear
They run away, leaving you alone
when you try to turn to them they scorn
Your family they hold you dear
Yet they stab you through your rear
hurting you in the way they dont know
A wound that will never show
All good memories made with them erased
All gifts ever exchanged are now waste
There is no turning back from here
The pain brought from holding them so dear
Like an angel on earth stripped of powers we must live
Through betrayal and denial we my brave
Finally our salvation will bring us through
the darkness that we have bought to ourselves, though
Memories haunt every living hour
even our dreams they devour
with no more reason to be here
death is what we hope to be here
Do not lose hope my friends, there is light
reach out for it with all your might
see that this is not our destiny
and happiness will come in munity
Your family they will always accept you as you
and all you have to do is do onto them too
true friends never try to change you
and you should always treasure them too
But in too deep you must not hide
for there is a limit them you can ride
its all up to you at the end of the road
so find peace in you if you would
Forget about what anyone did
and a heavy burden you have rid
shortcomings must never be recorded
or our hearts will be corrupted
See the world with a pure heart
and bearable it will be a lot
see the world as a broken place
and fire will burn your pace
remeber this poem if you want peace
or the summary the very least
if it is not what you seek enjoyment then
from these badly rhymed sentence then
wi. nds
no, it wasnt a chance
the faces of laughter
the cries of pain
they were meant to be in some way
contradiction
benediction
purification
recreation
all is good, all is good
the cries of 1000 angels
prevade the air of darkness
almost blessed, the saint strides
to the battlefields of good and evil
the blessed and the dammed
compliments each other
changes, they say changes
that this should be
in the end, no one wins
because all is pure
all is good
all is equal
all in the eyes of God
Defilement
Hello pain
Here I see you, once again
Though you are my bane
And you make me lame
Turning me into what I am
Like an angel deformed
Stripped wings and bloddied
In order to serve Adam
So you too, have done
To me, to me
Like a pimp and a virgin
Filling her with pain
Suffering and anguish
You visit me in many forms
Raping me inside out
Taking my innocence
And filling me with experience
It hurts so much
Now I long to be
Wat I used to be
But that will never be
For now I have been defiled
Deformed
Forever the scars will stay with me
Branding me with what not I am
In the eyes of angels I stare
Hoping to find
A sanctuary where I can rest
But my search will be in vain
As I am a dammed one
The destruction of hope
Blood of a thousand angels
Slice through the beams of holiness
Pain of redundance
Pierce into my hands
Pain of rejection
Pierce into my feet
Like nails in a crucifixation
My eyes turn white with pain
I can no longer feel
Sadness
Anger
Love
Hate
I am now dark
Broken
The angel, fallen and broken
Waiting to be disposed by God
With the truth
That I am just a machine
A broken machine
My circuits exposed, my wings torn
By the ruthless selfishness of humans
My shell is now destroyed
I have lost my soul
Once most loved by God
Now He will dispose me
Because I can no longer function
To his orders, his commands
From the light I am born of
To the light I will return
With a searing pain, I evaporate
Back into where I came from
A deafening scream
Emerges through my throat
My brothers shed tears
Michael, Raphael, Gabriel
Bade me farewell, forever….
The angel of hope is now no more…
Destroyed by the ones whom he had served
Under the command of God
And the punishment would be
No more hope for humanity
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