Guardian Angle

Guardian Angle prose poem

Uploaded by Dameon Farris

what lies inside is what scares most as i am not normal i am but a ghost. withen my chest lies a burning desire burning at degrees almost not fathemable that rise to a million degrees, my chest pounds every so fast and load as if you were to stand beside me you could feel the rythem. the beats from withen my chest beats for only one. and withen each single pulse that thrives in each beat lies that of a million reasons unexplained by man kind of my effection for you, each beat names off a hundred reasons why i love you,each beat burns hotter than the sun reaching thousands degrees, anything that tries to get between me and my heart will surely be incenerated by the heat. my heart begins to grow into a rapid past as if a stampede of wild and unimaginable spieces of large creature were running within me and i feel the adrinalin begin to course through my every being. there is no way possible for me to explain the way im feeling, your beauty untouched by man kind so innacent and magnificaent. as if you were an angel yourself,
your eyes are so blue that just staring into them will put any mortal into a transe and get lost in ecsasy.
you will however never meet me, for i am but the ghost the relies within your mind hidden from others seen by few i am that cool breese on a summer day,
the shadow on an sunny day, im the candle in the moonlight, my darling im your dreams on an beautiful night, i will always be near. i promise il never fade nor will i disperce from you. i am your guardian angle.
keeping you safe and from all harms path, i will fight off any evil monster or decapitate any uninmaginable creature that wish to harm you. if only you knew,
if only anyone knew about us, but it would be to dangerouse. to risky one shall never meet their guardian as it would cause great distress in the other world. but dont let that make you anytheless carious because we are indeed out there watching over you,
yes some of us are your ansesters or pasted loved ones. dont be styriotypical or hateful for those with hate and anger in there eyes will surely be left behind. often it is the mother or father who choose after passing to stay along there child and promise to watch over them in there own way. although you may not see them or touch them believe me they still love you and are protecting you in everyway possable way.

as for some it may also be there grandfather or grandpa or even care giver. although for very few hew dont have anyone hew are left without a guardian. thats when god sends an guardian angle to watch over them, his job is to do what all the others do witch is love them and care for them and proect them from the evil that may wish to get to them. there are indeed creatures out there far beyond human technoligy and far more in bane than anything youv ever experianced. you call them devils or Watchers or even diablo’s and for most who get confused with Lucifer witch is the lord of these creatures he never leaves his safty of his home. he send things to do his dirty work. thats what we are here for to help keep you safe from these, and sometimes these demons do indeed win in killing us and thats were a possesion or haunting accures, it is at that time you need to prey to god and hope he hears and helps. we indeed have feeling even after death we can fall in love and get mad or even sad. therefourth we can get sidetracked from our mission. all i can say is we indeed hear your prayers and we can respawn in multipul of ways it may not be in english but in an hidden way we do. i could stay here and talk about all the strange things you have yet to experince and lets hope wont have to anytime soon my darling. but i have some buisness to attend to. i love you my dearest. but he’s here and he wishes to get to you. and il make sure he wont. now rest as your guardian does what he does best and forever in piece stay with the lord almighty.
Amen.

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Living... Breathing... Eating... Sleeping... All things you are told to do. As for you... You hide what is truly inside... You hide your depression and mask the pain... People laugh at you and call you dumb, stupid, gay. All because your different. You are told to take more pills, to seem normal. But all it does is remind you that your never be loved. You work out fighting the pain trying to be more attractive and you stop Eating, sleeping, anything and everything to make you appear more Attractive. Or so you thought you were. Your step father who you've mother had just met rages and yells. As for he is drunk. You hear cries in your mothers room. As you run desperate to see what the ruckus was about. Your mouth drops and tears stream down your face as you whiteness What is befalling right in front of you. Your mother being choked and held on the bed and a small puddle of blood Soaked on the blankets. You run quickly while fear fills your conscious. You begin desperately trying to ply him off. He eventually gives in and looks at you with anger and anguish. You begin yelling at him telling him to stop and calling him names. You succeed in the determined mind of yours and get your mother and sister and brother in the car and drive off. Your mother driving while calling the police. ..... A few weeks later... .....Your mother has forgiven him. And you hear moans in your sisters room. Shocked by what you see you close your door. And hide in your room waiting for it to stop. Hoping for something better. A few days later my mom found out. And she kicked him out. And 'twas the last time I ever saw him. He may of sounded bad. But he wasn't always like that. He was amazing and taught me everything and loved me. And I loved him. Just not when he drank...... A few months later .....You get in the bus trying to forget the things They called you. And you place your headphones in your ears and turn up your Music as load as it would go. You have just recently been cheated on by your girlfriend. Who you've learned to love and you did everything for. You changed who you were and bought her gifts everyday. And bought her flowers and candies. And she cheated on you with her cousin. You thought it was sickening at first but got over it. And your mother had just married some guy named Ron. He was okay he didn't drink. Although He was immature. And liked toy plains and cars...... An week later .....You sat on the couch as your mother ranted on about How useless we were . And told us how much of an burden we have been. My sister arguing with her witch we all know was useless. All because Ron thought we needed more chores...... Days later .....You sat there in your room feeling depressed. You were thinking of when you were younger. When you were beaten at school by some bigger kids. And when you used to be hit by your dad. Or when your cousin makes you touch him when you were about 5. You try to forget those names. And pranks and dirty tricks people played on you. You tried to think of something else but then you just think of the present. You still were called retard and freak and weird by all. You had only 1 friend witch was your inner mind. You began to agree with your parents and your friends. Maybe you are just a burden. Maybe you are just and stupid boy determined for nothing. You pear over and see your pocket knife. And you grab it. And hold it and place it on your wrist and began to get mad and sad And confused. And with an fast strong sloping motion you cut. You look at the cut. It was deep and was covered with your fresh blood. You sat there feeling the pain surge to the wound. It feast good and you began feeling relief. Like the weight of the world just disappeared. You cut again this time faster and deeper. And you forgot about the bad memories. And once again you cut. Now you've forgotten all the people you've lost. And you feel relieved. and you can't help but grin. Witch was an amazing feeling because it felt like Forever since you've last smiled. For the rest of the day you were happy and everything seemed to go right In some form of way...... 1 week later .....You were In your room ready to relieve all the stress you've gathered from the past 7 days and had agreed to yourself that you would only cut yourself once an week unless something big happened. So you grabbed your pocket knife witch was still stained by blood since your last Cleansing. And you place it on your wrist and the blade was cold. And slowly all the bad memories began coming back and you Slice. Over and over again leavening what seemed like thousands of cuts. There was blood all over your arm and your cloths. But you were happy and everything in the world seemed at piece. When people asked what the scars were you told them your cat like to Scratch a lot. And that was your excuse for weeks on end...... 2 weeks later .....You have began cutting everyday now. You now have this thirst for cutting. You tried to fight the urge but never could quite simply. And the cuts got worse and worse. You have became addicted. Just like a pot head and his pot you now need daily doses. Otherwise you would go crazy. As you held you new pocket knife witch you had bought. It had saw like features and could cut deeper and was fast and easy to use. And with a sweep fast swipe you began to cut. Blood went everywhere each slice about an cm inch deep. That's when you heard footsteps approaching your room. You quickly hide the knife and put on an turtle neck shirt. And pretended that you were playing on your iPad. And when she walked in she looked cautiously everywhere. You look down at your arm witch was covered by long sleeves. There was blood dripping out and blood all over your hands. You knew that she saw the blood and you knew that she was going to ask what It was..... A few days later. ....You were sitting in the chair when your name was called by the doctor. You walked in the office to great your therapist. After an hour all he did was give you more pills. And told me if it continued I would be sent to the loony bin. I was tired of taking meds that never worked. All they did was make me act weird and make it hard for me to think, But what choice did I have?.... A week later ....It has become such an agony to stop. But you've found an new love. Her name is Tara. She is different. Older than you. 18 to be exact but you were told that when it comes To love age doesn't matter. You and her send dirty letter back and fourth for What seems like ages. Until you've realized you've written 79 letters and received 46. You still have the urges of cutting but just not as bad as you used to. Somehow being with her makes it all go away. Although you miss your ex but your get over it...... 2 weeks later .....You were mad furious that Ron was going through your Phone. You asked him to stop but he said he can do whatever he wants. You ask again once more. But still he didn't budge so you out of anger yanked the phone away from him. You were sick of your parents always going through your things. You had no privacy. You couldn't even write for therapeutic reasons Because your parents would find the letter or paper. And now you were exploding and Ron now was standing in front of you threatening you. You don't back down you were sick of people always looking down at you. Ron then gets really close to wear we were touching chest to chest. That's when he shoved me and I threw an punch and after that before You knew it You were being held from the neck being slammed against the wall. Eventually things cooled down. Your sister and brother moved out after that fight. Now it was only you mom and Ron. All alone. You've lost your brother. The one you loved dearly and shared your feelings with and laughed with and played with and read to....... A month later ....You were sad and depressed. And you were surfing the safari. When you found this website. It was called deepundergroundpoetry you were at first A little confused. But the clicked the link. And you first saw flowers girls poem And that inspired you. It made you wish you could write something That beautiful and great. But then you saw the sign up button on the upper right panel. You were way to excited and couldn't wait to start writing your own masterpiece. Finally you could now publish your poems without having to hide them from your family. So you signed up and choose your best picture of yourself and set it. Then you added your bio and everything including the regular stuff. After you finish signing up you finally upload your poem you wrote a long time ago. After that you waited for responses. Never came. So you decide to read some other people's poems and rate and comment on them while you waited. Of course you started out by reading more of flower girl's poems because you liked them and you rated most of them and left a few comments. Then after an hour or so of rating and commenting you saw the completions. You make your first competition and you decide that you had enough depressing things on your mind and decided to make it something funny. And called it O'l standards joke. And made the rules and added a short funny rhyme. A few minutes later some one replies. He was diamonddave75 he responded with a small funny joke that made you laugh. And after that you visited his poem page and viewed some of his poems witch you loved. His poems were amazing and he had so many to read. You new you were a fan right from the gecko. You become friends with a few members publishing and competing in competitions. You were having fun and were loving the web. And now here you are satisfied with your life. Glad that you have written a book published at age 15. And you were glad that you have became such a great writer. And was glad that all the bad things happened the way they did. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to were he is now. I mean sure he is still bullied and picked on at school but somehow he knew he would survive. He was strong and new his future was going to be great. He knew he was going to grow up and do amazing things and write amazing books and meet lots of new people. And he knew he would start a family and marry his girl. He knew this because he had his friends support and help from others. Without them by his side he would of been gone a long time ago. He is very appreciative of everyone's help. He couldn't of asked for an better life.The end......
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