Existance of a shadowless angels.

by DarkLight   Jul 14, 2014


I write her life,
Wondering what they write of mine.
Cruel and selfish,
I guess they use those words more often.
Wish they could read the tainted secrets I keep
Just to see them out of harm.
That will never count.
Atleast not when am alive.
Stories will be told
Of the one who never existed,
Or of the unseen angel of dark shadows.
Life is never a fully explained poetry,
that's why they write novels of it.
Wish they could collect the clouds,
and paint on them their minds,
I shouldn't worry about what they think of me then.
When I am gone
My life will be forgotten
My words will make no differences just like an old joke.
The joy in it all is,
I lived my own life.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment:

    There is much to take from this poem, I don't
    even know where to start. It also points out the
    limitations of writing a poem versus a story/novel.

    We try hard to keep the message, make it a
    smooth read and at the same time add meaning to
    a poem; whereas a novel gives the reader access
    to everything. But there are still some secrets that
    not all writes can bring out nor label a person saying this is how she/he lived or is. There is depth to this write and the writer's voice can be heard. My
    favorite line in this:

    Life is never a fully explained poetry,
    that's why they write novels of it.

    Loved this read.

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Congrats on winning a HM for this write!

  • 9 years ago

    by Tori Pipes

    Beautiful.

  • 9 years ago

    by Darren

    Awesome piece Shanky,

    love the tone of this piece,

    nominated

    good luck

  • 9 years ago

    by Obimuyiwa Psalmist

    Hmmm, Shanky, you got it. Just a smoke explains what it means. Shinning while ugly, walking while stagnant. Life is unquantifable

    • 9 years ago

      by DarkLight

      @Psalmist. life is full of experiences....