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    The Angel (a very long poem)

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    The Angel (a very long poem)

    Post by Ketchup Girl on August 17th 2011, 10:15 pm

    I remember, last winter, in the cold and the snow
    I was waiting for the blizzard and ice storms to go.
    I was feeling so downcast, and I felt just a bit
    Like living was worthless in this world full of people.

    In the gloom and depression of the mid-winter freeze,
    My hope blew away on the icy-cold breeze.
    I was ready to end it and blow out the flame,
    When a bright light appeared, and called out my name.

    And it was an angel! Such shimmering beauty!
    Her pretty young face made her really a cutie!
    She had flowing gold hair, a dainty young lass
    With gorgeous grey eyes and a wonderful nose.

    “Young human!” she cried. “Are you feeling depressed?
    Fear not, for I know how to lessen your stress!”
    (Though I didn’t really listen, I will admits
    Since I couldn’t stop staring at her supersized forehead.)

    “Please listen!” she cried. “You’re doing it wrong!
    There’s still more to life! Not all hope is gone!
    Your problem, young mortal, is really quite plain:
    You think other people are the ones you should blame!

    “You think that they scorn you and torture and beat you
    And make your life crappy with a goal to defeat you.
    But you’re wrong, my good friend, for what you must do
    Is see that the problem is not others but you!

    “Who, me?!” I shouted, “What the hell do you mean?!
    I spent my life working like a broken machine!
    I’ve worked for ten years, yet I’m nowhere near rich,
    So stop all your babble and piss off, you idiot.”

    “Such language,” she scolded. “But let me explain:
    The reason you think all your work is in vain,
    Is because as a mortal, you quickly define
    Your ‘succcess’ by the boundaries of our culture and time.

    “Your ‘wealth’ is not there and your life is such ‘crap’
    Because your world’s standards tell you to think that.
    All you can see is the pain the world brings,
    When compared to the cavemen you live like a king.

    “Success is all relative- you have what you need.
    They way to true bliss is not envy and greed.
    You must make your wants simple, your mind must be free.
    For then you’ll be happy - just try it, you’ll see!”

    “So, wait…” I said slowly, “What you’re trying to say
    Is that I should stop listening to what people say,
    To end the beliefs that I’m told are correct,
    Like success based on money and stuff like respect?

    “I should end obligations that are forced down upon me
    Cut the ropes of hygiene and being kind that surround me?
    I should be who I want, not what others expect
    Regardless of whether they think I’m correct?”

    “N-no!” the Angel stammered. “That’s not what I mean!
    I didn’t mean ‘savage’ when I said to be free!
    You can’t choose the meanings of my words and then switch!
    You twisted my words, you son of a hamster!”

    But I did not hear her for my mind was set free!
    I did not have to listen to her stupid decree!
    So I ran down an alley with my money and paid
    A woman I found so that I could get food.

    And so I lived life as I wished it to be
    Spending days drowning life in my primitive needs.
    I splurged all on food and drugs and hi-techs,
    On beer without end, and really great stuff.

    I stopped with such boredom as bathing each day,
    And holding back urges that got in the way.
    My family left me, but I couldn’t care less
    For they were conformists and I felt no stress.

    And as for the world, they looked down and sneered
    On the life of great pleasure that I lived without fear
    Of being called a “loser”, and “bottom of the pit”
    But I didn’t listen - I did not give a fudge.

    And I will admit it- sometimes, life’s tough
    When you need some more pills but you can’t buy enough
    Or your money runs out and you stumble and crash
    Or that woman you saw gave you horrible rash.

    Or when just out of nowhere, your skin starts to itch
    Or your friends start to leave, or your eyelids to twitch
    Or you run out of beer, or a night turns too wild
    And you end up the dad of a dumb, deformed child.

    But yet I am happy, I feel no more sorrow.
    Don’t tell me, you fool, that my joy is too hollow.
    For even if you think I’m a failure and such,
    I still feel quite happy, albeit not much.

    Your standards mean nothing, so go off and do
    All that dumb useful crap that’s expected of you.
    I’ll be where I am, having great fun for sure
    With my beer and my drugs and my food and a burger.

    So the moral, dumb mortal, that the Angel conveyed
    Is that success in life is defined and not made.
    The standards for happiness are yours, yours alone
    To be changed at a whim and not set in stone.

    And me? I’m still here, living life on the streets
    Spending days with a woman and no food to eat.
    For back when I cared, my life used to suck
    But now I am happy and don’t give a crap.


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    Re: The Angel (a very long poem)

    Post by Ketchup Girl on August 17th 2011, 10:20 pm

    DISCLAIMER:

    Of course, this poem is not based on the truth.
    I'm not emo or drugged or depressed or a dude.
    And while it's quite obvious, I was inspired
    By that epic-length poem whose thread has expired.

    I don't know what drove me to write such a thing
    Since I don't like poems or emo writing.
    Still, it was fun, and wasted the time
    That could have been spent on that homework of mine.

    Please give me critiques and corrections at will
    And please do not ask if I'm mentally ill.
    BECAUSE I AM NOT, WHY YOU SAY SUCH A THING?!
    I WILL BEAT UP YOUR FACE WITH A PIECE OF RED STRING!

    And no, for the record, I'm not emo at all
    It's just a short phase I pass through in the fall
    When school starts again and the summer concludes
    And everyone's stuck in a gloomy, dull mood.


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    Re: The Angel (a very long poem)

    Post by Sophie on August 17th 2011, 10:35 pm


    I love reading your poems
    They're always such fun
    Delighted and furious
    Whimsical and serious

    I hope you don't mind
    But I couldn't resist!
    Replying to your poem
    With one of my own.


    Mad Skillz

    Haha, your writing
    Is always full of such wit
    It makes for fun reading
    Though I must protest a bit

    See, success is relative
    I think the angel was right
    But are you really happy?
    With your druggy, hazed life?

    Am I a fool?
    For believing that you
    Can fly up so high
    With all the things you can do?

    So, uh, if I tried
    To drag you back up
    To the bright, shiny world
    To test again your luck

    Do you think I'd succeed?
    It's a bit righteous of me
    But I want to help
    Change your definition of 'free'


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    Re: The Angel (a very long poem)

    Post by Ketchup Girl on August 17th 2011, 10:52 pm

    Do not hear me wrong, I love your response
    And I feel that this forum needs more conflict for once
    But although I respond, I would wish to express
    That my poem stands alone, nothing more, nothing less.

    That means that the posts we are writing right now
    Are for fun, but in terms of the poem they don't count.
    I do not plan to start any lengthy discussions
    On the meaning of freedom and its great reprecussions.

    You know, my dear buddy, I was actually planning
    On writing a sequel to complete this beginning.
    Where the angel returns, and the druggie reflects
    On his drug-driven life and his many regrets.

    And I think in the poem, what I really intended
    Was to show you the irony, how the guy comprehended
    The great angel's message of freedom and bliss
    And twisted it all into bad hapiness.

    This poem is a rebel against all that is happy
    Those hopelessly optimist poems, oh so sappy.
    I much dislike poetry that has meaning and such
    So I made like a hipster and was ironic. (Too much?)

    But still, I will say it, I really do say
    That true freedom is doing whatever you may.
    Whatever you want, and if it is bad
    The ending is yours, yours alone, to be had.
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    Re: The Angel (a very long poem)

    Post by Sophie on August 17th 2011, 11:15 pm

    I can't say I understand
    What you mean by 'more conflict'
    But, okay, I see
    You were being ironic~

    Hmm, sorry then
    Perhaps I was rude--rough
    I'll leave this poem to its own
    Its own is enough

    I've been too long in IB, so I
    See everything with hidden lines.
    Your poem is no rebel!
    It can be annotated!

    OHOHOHOHO


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