Paper Angel

by Tripp   May 8, 2009


Who is this paper angel, lumbering upon leaden winds?
He who has burnt his only feathers, and scorched his paper wings?
The sky consumed by fire
Inception to his terminal fall
combust the harp, destroy his lyre
with wings ablaze, he begins to crawl

My thoughts: they fire like booming artillery
I'm engorged upon disharmony, yet spiritually I am starving

A sky blanketed in murky dark clouds
echoes of a war waged, in lands all around
a cancerously cloudy sky shutters; staccato rocketry
mental missiles detonate in cacophonous symphony

Raged! Battered!
Wrecked! Shattered!
Ruined! Scattered!

Opposing notes clang, they clash discordantly
conceived in pure chaos, an amorphous misharmony
replete in confusion, disoriented in dissonance
This is who I am | am I who is This?

I am the composer (with this - my creation)
this is my creation (with I - the composer)

When I try to soar, I fail to fly
it's all for naught, for my wings just sigh
burnt crisped shreds, they tumble to soliloquy song
fallen upon crypts-beds, my crumbled essence is gone

I've become a leaden angel, stuck flightless to the ground

I tried but failed to run from, a light-dark silent sound

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  • 15 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    I thought the poem was very well done for the most part. The imagery was great and the flow was just about as good until you started throwing unusual words around that really weren't needed. It does add some difficulty to the poem sure, but I doubt most people will be able to comprehend as well as I did, especially on this site. But I do love the idea of trying to find yourself behind everything thats going on around you.... Great job 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Raychel

    Nice, trippy, nice.

    I like it.

    "

    When I try to soar, I fail to fly
    it's all for naught, for my wings just sigh
    burnt crisped shreds, they tumble to soliloquy song
    fallen upon crypts-beds, my crumbled essence is gone"

    I love that.

    And the two preceding stanzas before that.

    I missed you, man.

    Keep it coming.

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