While they fall
We have said
To raise them in heavens
But there were lies
Lies
Lies
Lies
Leave them behind the walls
Behind the doors
Where they play the dangerous games
Games of risk
Exceptions aren't made
For Russian Roulette
The fags snuffed out
In the glass tray
Coated the bar in ashes
Glass bottle delights
Bottom's first glimpse
At the ceiling
There was no love from creation
Only desires
To a "better" life
Do we ever evolve
Do we have enough
When we see those kids
Wasted in the alley way
Wings pinned and clipped
No longer able to take flight
They are all grounded
To live out Hell on Earth
These so-called
Angels of Heaven
A contest entry
- bad kids by Deathless1.
450 points, ended May 8, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The vibe here seems to the point (that's good) . . . it's written well . . . it moves a lot because of the verbiage which is a paramount tenet in good writing if you want to capture an audience's interest (and your's too I suppose)
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this is great, i love the words, the images it uses. and the direction you took it in.
great job,
KNIGHT TIME
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