Angel Dust

A poem of fear.

I spent time walking when I should have been running
But among most mistakes, learning is half the process
Blinded by a sun that is only half as stunning as it once was
Because, as times change, so does everything we once knew
To recall the times that angel dust came to us
She told us to back on up and get out of the front line
Every time she reappeared, there was a new trouble on my mind
Colors controlling every thought, red and greens swirled
They became one, but for EVERY... SINGLE... thing that was consumed
There was a blue to balance. There was a white to continue.
Angel dust came to us again and decided to be a help
Not a hindrance and she asked me herself,
"Tell me if I failed you, I thought what we had was special.
I could have left you, but I stuck through it all"
It's true, even when I thought I'd fall, she was there
She stood tall, even when I was consumed by the reds
Angel Dust came to me, and me alone, and gave me hope
And gave me sight, and gave me vision
She told me in those moments that the revolution is televised
And that to give love to a woman who was as damaged as she,
Is nothing short of something that she despised
But she wouldn't tell me why.
So I asked her what the problem was with love
And she told me again, simply, that she despised it.
But she released bits of information,
like every set of lips Angel dust has come in contact with,
there was none quite like The ones with the tongue that's silver tipped.
She told me other things that I can't put into words
Several things that somehow renders me useless at the thought of an explanation
And yet, as we go, our destination is yet unknown
The path we're taking is so far, grown to the point of adult love
Except there is no adolescent state, so no time for us to wait it out
No time to experience what we truly have to offer ourselves.
Angel Dust came to us. Angel Dust racked em up.
Angel Dust lives in lust and Angel Dust tells us what
We want to hear, nothing more and nothing less
Nothing stressed and nothing blessed
And yes, she indeed believes that she is the best.
Yet, she has no clue what she wants.
She spoke to me so unsure, a hint of nervousness in the air surrounding her
And even though I was the same way, she must have thought I was stronger than I was
Because for every single breath I inhaled, she was watching my chest move in and out
Up and down, As If I was the man she was waiting for.
Angel Dust cried out, "We've met before and we're alone, so let's get moving"
But I told her that we are just going through the motions
Neither one of us living what we really believe in the sense of love and happiness
Happenstance has it that neither of us are glad to be in each others company
And yet we stand it for the sake of those around us
And we will forever be forced lovers because it's too late to back out now
The time has come to make a decision about being in each others presence until the end of time
Do I stay with you and allow all my obsessions to be drawn out into the open
Or do I leave and allow the entire life I spent on this relationship, to be a waste?
She grabs me in a sweet embrace and allows me a sweet taste of a life that I wished for.
A life with her.
A life together.
And every endeavor we've weathered has led us to the moment we can't miss even if we wanted to
A moment...as sweet and as elegant as the lips upon the face of the woman who has kissed the clouds.
She...leans in close..and whispers in my ear
Every little thing that I want to hear.
And in that moment, when her lips came in contact with my ear
We were one.
And I was frightened.
She was telling me things that I wanted to hear, but the visions I got were worse that I feared
I shivered as her breath turned cold and she suddenly came into sight...
She was nothing.
And yet, somehow, she was everything.
And it all became clear.
She couldn't be loved because she never knew love
She had spent the conversation trying to get me to love her
And leave her.
At that realization, I was alone.
I was standing, facing myself in the mirror
Blood red tinged my ears
My face was burning
Who had I talked to
The man in the mirror was as alone as I was
And it seemed that even he couldn't look me in the eyes
And then he started to cry...
And said his final goodbyes
There I was, standing, alone, again...
All I could do was stare at the empty void reflecting the voice that I thought was myself...
Goodbye
Angel Dust

Reviews

[Aislinn]

It is really lovely. Heartfelt, emotive, powerful. But it's not poetry. It's poetic prose. Your imagery is great. The sentence structure is a little weird here, probably because you tried to pass prose off as poetry. I like the slight ambiguity at the end. You don't have to make everything into a poem. This is beautiful and would still be so in paragraphs.

[Keith Terry]

Thank you for the review. It's actually spoken word poetry and would be read differently than it would be performed, so I can see where the confusion might have happened. And the sentence structure is weird probably because the way I'd perform it is with pauses and with various fluctuations. I hope that makes a little more sense.

[†Tracey†]

What a phenomenal tale.. wonderfully expressed.. such deep seeded emotion and great use of the colors..xo

[Keith Terry]

Thank you! I actually wrote this one a while back, and spent a fair amount of time on it. I liked the colors because I had wanted to convey the different emotions that colors invoke. I hope I did a good enough job.

[†Tracey†]

I use colors in my work.. so I agree ... great job..xo