Broken Angel

Be my beautiful broken angel
Swallowed up by the dark
Fallen from grace
With a broken heart
Torn and tattered wings
Ripped apart by the night
Eyes gouged by the shadows
Never again to see light
My sweet hollow treasure
Without love or a friend
Just pain and misery
As company for your end
Scared, scarred, and maimed
Silent unheard plea
Full of denial and regret
But I know it’s just me



Writing Prompt #122

“Who could ever believe that she could be mine, such a strange and beautiful creature?” I heard him say on the phone.

His grizzly voice sent shivers through me. I never saw his face. It always was covered when he came in to see me. He kept me chained to my bed. He never let me see the sun.

I was left in a cold, dark cell, just big enough for a bed and a bucket. He kept me gagged so I wouldn’t scream, even if could. My throat was so dry I couldn’t even let out a whimper. It was torture. I barely had room to spread my wings, which at this point were too delicate and frail to even lift. They just dragged behind me now.

“I heard it’s good luck to have an angel feather. How about the whole angel? I must have the best luck possible!”

He was a tall, grotesque man, always reeking of bourbon and cigarette smoke. Somehow, he’d found out where I was hiding and set a trap to capture me. I don’t know how he did it. I was always careful. I’d been since my mother was captured.

“You want how her for how much? 5 million? Hell yeah, I’ll take the deal!”

I heard the cloth bag he used to cover his head rustle as he put it on. The heavy metal door screeched open and he walked with the weighted thumping of his feet. I looked up at him, the bright light from the outside room outlining his built frame and blinding me.

He grabbed my face and squeezed as he spoke. The strong onion smell of his breath oozed through the bag and violated my nose.

“Looks like tonight’s our last night together. How about we have a nice going away ceremony for you, girly.”

He grabbed my bound hands and pulled them up, lifting me to my feet. He forced me to turn around giving him full access to my drooping wings. He pushed me against the wall and laughed as I tried keep my legs steady.

“You’re the best pet I’ve ever had. Even better than the last one. She didn’t last more than a day. She couldn’t handle my kind of love and she just broke.”

He put his rough hands on my exposed torso and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“You’re a lot more fun.”

Tears fell from my eyes as I imagined him doing the same things he did to me to my mother, and how she probably cried like this hoping I’d never have to feel the same pain she did.

He brushed the hair off my cheek so that he could see my face.

“Now now, sweetheart. I’ll miss you too, but don’t cry. You know when you cry it just makes me want to hurt you more.”

I tried to stop, but at that point I no longer had any control over my own body.

“You must want me bad for you to be crying like that. I’ll make sure you never forget me,” he growled as he grabbed hold of my wings.

I clenched my eyes shut as I prepared myself for the excruciating pain I knew was coming.

“This one’s for you,” he said, ripping off a handful of my feathers.

For the first time in a long time, I heard my own voice as the foreign sound tore through my throat in the form of a bloodcurdling scream.

I felt the deep chuckle in his chest pressed against my shoulder.

“My favorite sound.”




Writing Prompt #122: Who could ever believe that she could be mine, such a strange and beautiful creature?

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Sunset Sky

As the light calls out to me, I reach to capture it’s glow.
The wispy fingers reach back in an effort to touch mine, but are stopped by their infinite journey and a wall of cold glass.

My darling sky, I can’t hold thee close, but I still yearn for you.
Your free openness and inviting path to nothing but bright days and happiness.

How I wish I could spread my wings and fly up to meet you,
But alas I am trapped in my small box, feathered appendages pinned down and stripped bare.

How it hurts to not be with my one true one,
But there’s nothing I can do when you’re so far away and my heart’s left so empty.




I tell you I am well aware how this world works but please don’t be human and let me down

Don’t tell me that you can’t come around anymore because it’s an inconvenience to you

What about me?

It’s not just you who’s hurting

It’s the one you’re saying is broken and not worth your time

The one you’re freezing out burning your bridges to

The one you’re throwing off the edge of sanity to be tired by the insane

But my brain can’t take that pain

Can’t deal with that stress that mess that pulls and pushes the wretched such as my soul it’s too much to bear

So please don’t be human and let me down

Cause I’m not strong enough to go through this on my own

My wings can’t catch me the way you do in your brazen arms so warm and protective

Just catch me

I’m afraid that you can’t hear me over your loud thoughts of abandonment

But just stay a little longer to see if I’m okay

I like this stable feeling but you can’t tell because you aren’t listening

So before you give up on me

I’ll give up on you because in your eyes it’s okay to leave because I’m already gone



by SachaKalis

by SachaKalis

Ballad Without Love

There was a girl
Her name was Rose
She was happy and carefree
Young and beautiful I suppose
But alas, dear world, she was a girl that didn’t know love’s face.
‘Stupid girl, you’re not worth my time.
You are such a big mistake.
Can’t you do anything right?
Get out of my house and disappear!’ her mom spake.
‘Goodbye, my mother, for I’m just a girl that doesn’t know love’s face.’
She went out and wandered the streets
A couple she did run into.
‘Mind your path, worthless girl.
The sidewalk isn’t just for you!’
‘I’m sorry, young lovers, for I’m just a girl that doesn’t know love’s face.

Rose made her way to a rooftop
Looked down at the street
And on the edge of the balcony
She planted her feet.
‘Forgive me, sweet world, for being the girl who didn’t know love’s face.’

With her bright blue eyes
Her hair blowing in the wind
Rose took one last step
She took the path to her end
That rainy night, down went the girl who didn’t know love’s face.

From the ground we watched her fall
She didn’t scream, she didn’t cry
She simply spread her wings
And believed she couldn’t fly.
Oh cruel world, why did you get rid of the girl didn’t know love’s face.

That poor girl did suffer
I feel pained that she didn’t know
That innocent, sweet girl
How I loved her so
I’m sorry for not saving the girl who didn’t know love’s face.



What Am I

Am I just a touch to you
Am I that thing that people wait to wake up and dream about
Am I more than the plan that you sit around and think about
The one that makes you scream and shout
Just what am I to you
Am I just this sound to you
Am I more than that feeling you feel
The one that’s truly real
That everyone wants to steal
Say what am I to you
Am I just this person to you
Am I the one you see
The one that’s free
That intricate, messed up version of me
Please tell me what I am to you
I’m not just that girl
The one that will smile
Who doesn’t care about style
Who can dream mile by mile
But I need to know what I am to you
I’m much more than that
I don’t sit up straight
I don’t like to wait
I have many I hate
I’m always late
I have more than one bad trait
I have too much stress on my plate
Not in a comforting, proper, sane kind of state
And I honestly can’t see what I am to you
And I don’t know what I’m going to do
It’s too much, too painful too
Move on and be done with what’s breaking me in two
I don’t know how I’ll make it through
But tell me: what am I to you?