fallen V

you always got
angel food cake
on your birthday
because
you were the
good
one
how is that right
you wondered
that the devil’s food
is so much
yummier
than the angel’s?
doesn’t really
encourage
so-called
goodness, does it?
& your goodness was
so totally
so-called
they labeled you
“good”
because
they
didn’t
know
what
else
to
call
you
you, in your quiet
contemplation
of the world
around
you.

i hate angel food cake. every year i got an angel food cake on my birthday because i was the “good” one & my irish twin–the one my mother preferred to me–got a cake that actually tasted good because she was the “bad” one. devil’s food.
ha!
i wasn’t good. i was just quiet. and deeply aware that my household was unstable & dangerous.
so i was quiet & appeared to behave…& i waited.

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fallen II

so tired are you
of the
hearts
of men
awful
pitiful
mewling
things
you search
hoping one day
to find one up
for the task
you thought
you’d found him
once
or
twice
but so fragile
are the hearts
of men
broken
turned to
dust
they slip though
your fingers
into
nothing.

okay. maybe i am having too much fun writing art journal pages as a fallen angel.
but it is so much so much fun.
and as any catholic girl can tell you from her church’s teachings, women are the devil.

so i’m just embracing that and running with it.

fallen

what if
one day
you woke up
thought it was a dream
but then
remembered
you were the devil
fallen
angel
whatever
the archangel lucifer
you are
fallen
from good
pure evil
& darkness
except you had forgotten
& then you were all
well!
that explains a bunch
you know
dark thoughts
dark deeds
able to see into the hearts of men
a
constant
struggle
to
be
good
of course you are
the
devil.

i might play around with this idea some more. maybe stick to the free verse…maybe switch to prose. sure, it’s a done topic. but i still find it compelling.
the balance
between
dark &
light.
i love love love my angels & demons.


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