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An Angel's Cry

Poem By: Alice Oiseau
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Depression round two.
Get used to it.
Sorry guys...

This was the first thing I could write in a while... don't expect much more from me right now...

I know everyone wants me to be happy and smile again... I know you guys care... I'm trying... but I need time... lots of it... I feel like I began taking a few steps forward when I was feeling better... but now I feel like I took a dozen steps back.
I hate myself right now... I just... I'm sorry for being this way. But I'm not going to lie to myself and pretend to be happy when clearly I'm not.




Rest my dear...
I'll be here when you wake up...
...and we can laugh again... View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Aug 16, 2008    Reads: 79    Comments: 13    Likes: 7   


An Angel's Cry

by alice oiseau

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cry.png cry image by yura44

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Just let the rain drown me

Just let the flames burn me

Just let the silence suffocate me

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Reflection stares and mocks

Words and promises echo

Mind taunts and teases

Can't escape.

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Longing for your voice

But must stay back

Must be strong

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You visit my dreams

You comfort me

I can hear you

I can feel you

But then I awake...

Heartache.

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Lost.

Trembling.

Staring at a blank page.

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I don't know where to step.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what's okay.

I don't know...

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Rest,

Rest,

Rest,

I'll let you rest...

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Embrace the memories

One day we'll make new ones

One day I'll live again

One day I'll breathe again

But until then...

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This angel falls for now.

This heart weeps.

This soul dies...

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Take this daffodil

and remember me.

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Comments:

I'd just written a whole two hundred word comment before this one, telling you to pull yourself together. As you can see, i didn't post it.

Why?

Because I know it's not an easy time for you, and you need to work this out with yourself first, before you put it all behind you. We all care about you Alice, and though I was not easily conformed with the idea, ( and am about to contradict my thoughts) take all the time you need. :)

And by the way, depression is not something I will be able to get used to seeing from you. Trust me, it doesn't give a soon-to-be Psychiatrist much pleasure, or anyone else for that matter.

Posted: Aug 16, 2008

Author Comment:

oh angela... i'm sorry...
i cant say it enough...
i want to be happy again... i'll get there eventually... but i just need time... i'm sorry for being this way... i really am... :(

Angela depression is more than just "pulling up one's socks" - alas. Alice describes the desolation and sense of darkness it evokes poignantly. Alice I hope you are getting the help you need for this, I at least am pleased to see you are writing. For while you are there is hope. And you are indeed a beautiful writer.

Posted: Aug 16, 2008

Author Comment:

thank you anna, thank you.

oh Alice this is SO heartfelt!
God, i feel so, so bad for you, I know we can say 'time' jsut takes 'time' but what about Now.
this helps, this writing doesn't it? I get the feeling by reading this that it helped some.
even if only bits by bits every little bit counts.

'An Angels Cry' is heard ^_^
hang in there sweetie, we are all here and we all care
ALOT K?

Posted: Aug 16, 2008

Author Comment:

i'm hanging...
the poem helped for a while... but i'm shaking again...

...thanks katie

Everything will be alright.
You haven't broken your wings. ^^

Posted: Aug 17, 2008

Author Comment:

i know... they arent broken... they are just wounded...

well Alice its a lovely tho sad poem. really says how you must be feeling, tho i didn't realise you had been hurt so much. life can be beautiful and cruel at the same time. it gives you something beautiful which you treasure and would never swap, but then it takes it away, tho you would never change the memories they can be so painful.
Express your pain through your work, i always find that a good part of the healing process. unfortunately pain produces beautiful poetry, which is what we have here!
Oh sorry i havent read the last few chapters of your novel, i've been away for a week and will be gone again soon for a week or so, so l'll have to catch up before i go.
Good luck, and take care!

Posted: Aug 18, 2008

Author Comment:

*sigh* i havent been doing well matthew...
its a good healing process as long as i can write. sometimes its hard to write.
thanks matt. take care too.

awww Alice ,I'm so sorry you're feeling like this. I really am, if you ever need to talk bella I'm here:D Even so I loved the poem, you expressed yourself so well, which I guess wasn't hard for you...once again I'm so sorry, and I hope things get better and you find your hapiness again ma belle.
Keep smiling
Steph(:

Posted: Aug 18, 2008

Author Comment:

merci steph. c'est gentille de ton part.
*sigh* moi aussi, moi aussi.

Things are going to be better...just keep that in mind. Great expression of emotion!

Posted: Aug 18, 2008

Author Comment:

thanks deb.. time is what i need... given time, things will get better... you cant just wake up and be fine.
thank you deb

Aw, Alice, you just made me cry - I was reminded of the days when I was in the same stage in life. No, healing does not occur as fast as one hopes. It takes a long, long time. After pain comes numbness, and that is so fearsome that you would wish for pain instead. But even that will pass. As long as you keep placing one foot in front of another and keep walking. You will get there.

Posted: Aug 19, 2008

Author Comment:

sometimes pain lets me know i'm still alive... i've been numb before... and i hated it... i felt like i wasnt human. i felt dead...
healing does take a long time. i'll get there eventually...
*sigh* i know. i'm trying. sometimes i stop walking for a moment, but i know i need to keep going.
thank you urja

You will find that an Angel only falls by their own will. It is not every day that an Angel is knocked down by force.

The drive of emotions was definitely there, but I think you let the emotions take you away from the potential this showed. The first three lines for example. Not very original. Although it is understandably hard to write through emotions, it is better to take a step or two back and take a breath. Exhale the impulsive writing caused by emotional involvement. Tell the story of this Angel, do not write to say 'I am the Angel'. Did that make any sense?

Master the power over your emotions and you could write brilliant things.

Onion Knight.

Posted: Aug 19, 2008

Author Comment:

heh, i understand what you're saying. i'm very open to constructive criticism. though keep in mind, in a state of depression [which is what i was in when writing] blocks out all poetry aspects. at the time, it was just being able to get the words out.
haha i'm well aware that the opening lines are cliche. for future poems i'll make an effort to avoid those unoriginal phrases ^^
i always have a problem with letting my emotions control my writing. i've had numerous people point this out before. *sigh* i'm still working on control. its hard though when one is a complete and total wreck.
anywho
thanks for the constructive criticism! its very appreciated!

you need to many big hugs. That reminds me of my mom and I, when I was little, I used to hate it wen my mom went away on a business trips, so she's set up a "hug bank" for me, where she'd hug me a lot and say that she was putting all the hugs in my hug bank, and she said that when she was gone, I could take the hugs out of the hug bank. So whenever I missed her I'd give myself a hug.

I'm not sure if that's comfort or just a story, but whenever I'm mad at my mom I try to remember the hug bank thing to try and not be mad at her. But the poem itself is really, really good, I'm really impressed, it's emotionally driven, and clouded with mystery and sadness. But you did a good job, I really wish I could help you somehow...but I'm not very good at comforting, because not much has happened to me so I can't give advice or anything. All I can say is something someone (I forgot who) told me: "Smile once a day and eat lots of chocolate."

Posted: Aug 21, 2008

Author Comment:

..sounds like something ghiradelli girl would say "eat lots of chocolate".. haha

thats cute. but i dont think a hug bank would really... comfort me, heh. i'm almost 17. i'd feel a bit ...odd... hugging myself to make me feel better lol but i can see how when you're little that works. i wish my parents did that with me. its really a cute idea ^^

glad you liked the poem itself.
thanks hugs and kisses ^^

Hello Alice,

I found Onion Knight's comment very interesting and it's true you know. "You will find that an Angel only falls by their own will. It is not every day that an Angel is knocked down by force."

Loved the Poem, and know that you will change the situation.

Think of you often.
Susan

Posted: Aug 21, 2008

Author Comment:

yes, he does make a valid point.
things are much better now. thank you always susan ^^

I truly empathize with your poem, and your situation. Life sometimes feel like a prison from which you can't escape. But you have to remember that it can always be better no matter your situation. Keep your chin up.

Posted: Aug 25, 2008

Author Comment:

keep my chin up - reminds me of a common quote i often hear, "keep your head up gorgeous. people would kill to see you fall"
everything gets better - it just takes time ^^

mmm Alice....This is one of my favorite work I have read so far in Booksie!!XD

I so totally loved it! Loved all the stanzas equally!!!
Not even one flaw...totally flawless!
AWESOMENESS!!XD

Keep on writing...and take care my friend. :-)

Posted: Sep 10, 2008

Author Comment:

haha you are too kind my friend :)
thank you!
take it easy now ^^



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