Angel and Devil poems

Little Angel

Sad little angel, so sweet...so delicate,
Wings singed by things you choose never to forget.
Using bandages to cover, the wounds you wish to heal,
Sitting alone, desolate, in a world that seems unreal.

Sad little angel, so beautiful...innocent,
Bumped and bruised from your downward descent.
Living life down here, with the rest of the fallen,
On your knees, tearful, begging and crawlin.

Rise up...Hold your head up high,
And as you do this, so too will I.
You need not grovel at the heels of other men,
They have no power to free you from your sins,
That kind of power, only comes from deep within.




Little Devil

Mad little devil, so evil... so despised,
Cast out of hell to spread hostility and lies.
Using beauty to cover, the ugliness within,
Hiding in the shadows, waiting and watchin.

Mad little devil, an illusion, my hallucination,
You hold me back from furthering my station.
Striking me down, pulling me to depths of disparity,
A personification of the person I believe myself to be.

Fall down...hold your head in shame,
And as you do this, I will do the same.
The bastard child of my darkest memory,
Shunned from view, you're not who I wanna see,
But I can't deny, that you exist inside of me.

Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: blend57

Really enjoyed the juxtaposition

a reply to: blend57

Often good and evil is a matter of perspective.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious, and knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.
The darkness has a potential for good or evil, what matters is how you deal with it.