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We take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
Instead we're treating them so malicious-
ly, We kill angels, we're hell and them is woe
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
Instead we're treating them so malicious-
ly, We kill angels, we're hell and them is woe
Literature
History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
Literature
Silence
All I want is the words from your lips,
though I don't know how they'll come out.
Will you scream and shout,
or whisper in my ear.
I want to know,
I need to know.
Are the feelings returned.
Or will I be scorned from the words.
I'm falling,
falling so fast.
Will you save me,
or leave me in the past.
The silence goes on,
and I have my answer.
I see it in your eyes,
the way your lips quiver,
afraid to tell me.
But I already know.
The answer is no.
I stop falling, I've hit the ground.
I'm broken.
No longer can I hear her voice,
no longer can I hear her sound.
Literature
The Enemy Within
The Enemy Within:
I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain
Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
Dear Enemy
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Dear Enemy...
Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?
Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this fee
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Hey there, not a great writer of critiques so bear with me. I'll probably babble on about some good points first before going into that dark area of negativity or as I call "annoying nitpicking" (which you are free to ignore at your leisure).
First of. What a great poem. I get from this is a feeling of dependence. That somehow this dependence works both ways. I may be wrong, so please excuse my rashness.
"We take the kindness for granted"... The line that caused me to think of dependence upon the angel's "kindness".
"...over the angel we broke..." this quote is a line I think helped me see that the angel is also dependent on the narrator.
The repetition of "fall" is a great technique, but perhaps you may consider trying out a couple of other words to make the poem impact more. Find a few words that are startling. Yet it's all up to you the writer at the end of the day.
Also I found that the poem overall didn't flow as well as it should have. I had to re-read lines at certain points as the syntax was a bit forced in my view.
Your last stanza is a much more darker affair than the previous two. Creatures associated with darkness, such as "leeches", "vampires" are used. And these are terms applied to mortal beings not those "angels", who we "take for granted" as though our dependence on them is enough to hurt or even kill them.
Overall I enjoyed the poem and I understood (if I'm correct) most of what you were trying relay to your audience. Again I could be wrong.
Keep up the great writing and please be assured I mean no disrespect in this critique if it comes across that way.