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They threw me from heaven
when the pearly white of my wings
Faded to ashen grey
and darkened further with my mind.

They say the white feathers mirror
an angel's purity and righteousness.
That my blacked feathers reflected
a rotting heart and malice in my mind.

But what righteousness is there
when one being decides
the everlasting fate of many?
What is right and what is wrong?

An angel with blackened feathers
is no longer welcome in paradise.
For once I understand,
There is no justice in faith.

The fallen shall remain fallen,
The disgraced angel shall not return,
But shall instead find the truth and
take comfort in knowledge no longer forbidden.
 Feb 2015 Javi Claycombe
Ally
I've been too busy writing my fantasies
that I forgot how to make you my own
in reality.
how?
 Feb 2015 Javi Claycombe
blythe
Oh,' be young or old, courageous or wise,
Whatever you do, whoever you are,
Beware of those souls whose words are the guise
Hiding a past marked with an ugly scar.

Their face may be benign hiding malus
With an altruistic front for a show;
Fragrance of a rose hides a soul callus
Envious heart wanting to take your glow.

Yet, your love and honesty guides your fate
No matter what others would say and do,
Love's the beacon to steer away from hate
Enjoy life and show the world the real you.

When deceptive people spin their charmed lies
*Let not their words fool you, learn to be wise.
Shakespearean sonnet style. Collab with my HP father - Chuck :)
Loved writing with him. <3
When I was still a newbie here on HP, he was the one who taught me different styles of poetry.
©Chuck
©Blythe
 Feb 2015 Javi Claycombe
Chuck
Oh,' be young or old, courageous or wise,
Whatever you do, whoever you are,
Beware of those souls whose words are the guise
Hiding a past marked with an ugly scar.

Their face may be benign hiding malus
With an altruistic front for a show;
Fragrance of a rose hides a soul callus
Envious heart wanting to take your glow.

Yet, your love and honesty guides your fate
No matter what others would say and do,
Love's the beacon to steer away from hate
Enjoy life and show the world the real you.

When deceptive people spin their charmed lies
Let not their words fool you, learn to be wise.
Blythe is my adopted daughter on HP:) we have been learning from each other, since we joined HP. It was a pleasure writing a Shakespeaean Sonnet with her. I wrote, the first line and every other line. I'm happy with the way this evolved.
 Feb 2015 Javi Claycombe
Aspen
sometimes i'm not even sad
i just lose all motivation
and then people think i'm
ignoring them and i guess
i am and in my head i'm like
"respond to them get up do
something anything stop just
staring at nothing" and the
entire rest of me is like "sit
back down it's easier to withdraw
yourself when you're completely
mentally detached"
i'll probably delete this later
Don’t listen to a word that escaped my lips
when I stood with a foot out the door
and myself out of my mind;
I’ve no other way
to keep still
the fires that rage in my belly
sometimes spew out of me in a definite set of words:
leave if you must.

I have shaky hands and I spill a little heartbreak wherever I go.

Oh god
when it’s all over
we still have to clean up.
Snow Patrol
 Feb 2015 Javi Claycombe
Caitlin
I love you all, here on Hellopoetry.
Without you. I wouldn't know where I'd be, or even who I'd be.
Thank you.
Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.
the lens turned to self.
I put on my dress and smooth the creases under my eyes.
It just falls right, falls right on the curves of my hips
And hides the shadows between this rib caged heart.
For that moment, it reminds me less of myself
And more of you.
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