He fingered the small medallion in his right pocket, shoving his hands deeper into the warm caves of his jacket.
Angels, he scoffed. What a bunch of bullshit.
Where were the angels when Rynn needed them? Where were they when she was crying, doubled over in pain?
Bullshit, he repeated.
Jennie
Angels soared overhead.
Daemons cried below.
This was the scene he saw when he first opened his eyes.
Before he had been in darkness, constantly wishing to see the light…
Then she told him about everything.
His eyes were opened and he could not close them again.
Battle!
Always…
Good.
Evil.
Forces collide…
He wanted to close his eyes…
Nick Matherne
angels don’t exist that’s about all i can think of even as an idea that they are some benevolent beings that watch over people seems ridiculous to me why would they care, they get to see god, wouldn’t that be enough
zach
Angels soar from the heavens on wings, white, weathered, floating like clouds. They even have a silver lining.
katie
They’re there in everybody. Angels could appear in the muck and rain out of nowhere to get your car started, seemingly magically. They could enter your life to help you squeeze out of a problem
litaa
Angels are there to protect us and to show us that there is more to life than the shit you see on the surface. They are leading us to our souls and helping us when there is no one on earth that could do it.
Liz Wilson
nyro’s head was tilted
in the gathering suns.
she made her way through
gossamer, she sang
from a heart
blackened by loss, yet
radiant in its disarray.
Desiree was calling
her,
fealty was her bliss.
paschal
i believe in angels i feell that they are gods way of letting us know he exists. they do his biding. they help heal, and protect. I believe they need to protect us more than heal us. they also will deliever messages in some cases, whether it be improtant or declaritive.
Kyle
They live in the sky but somehow visit me. I know they are there and they are following me everyday. Its scary, but comforting. The white of their wings and the memories of the lives are vibrant and alive. I feel them with me.
Sara
angels are really beautiful and white creatures who live in heaven and fly around doing god’s bidding. they wear white dresses with long blonde hair and suck out peoples souls when they die hoping to guide them on their way to the afterlife.
natalie simone
Reminds me of my littel league team as a kid. So many great memories of springtime. Many freinds along the years, who i wish i was in contact with more. And the angels dodgers game i attended last month, that was a blast. hate the dodgers though.
kevin
The angels circle in right angles. They defy all the rules of mathematics, of logic, of reason. And I’m in the middle, they are the circumference of a square. And sometimes they may pick me up. But mostly they just make my head spin three hundred and sixty degrees once per second.
Jeff
Angels are everywhere. I remember hearing about them as a youth in church, and hearing stories from my grandmother about how she “knew her guardian angel was watching over her.” I hope that someday when I leave this word, I become an angel. Something pure, hopeful and innocent.
Chars
robbie willians wrote about these
and there is one at the top of the dog and duck on mutley plain
som people think you can talk to angels
angel gabriel was an angel
i quite like angel delight
how many calories are in angel delight? i suppose it depends on whether you make it with skimmed milk or not
angelface
angels we have heard on high
have faith
with faith
in faith
above
protection or security
security or force
dark and light
white and heavenly
a heavenly body
bodies of heaven
what we need here
is a body
a discourse
an angel
p p p
the angels began flapping their wings to the rythmn of the stars. they were mtioning to the villiage below were about to endure a severe cataclysm.
larry
Insipid looking fluffy winged cherubs? No thanks. Fiery swords and fated doom are much more interesting, though probably not as enjoyable to live with.
fae
Ascending and falling. Passing each other by. Perpetual indecision and not knowing who is correct. Was there a point to existence? Was there a point to a thought? Ignorance is bliss – very true unfortunately.
Mark Dodd
the angels seem trapped themselves. an eternity in pure white and pure ideals, having to meet each and every one. it isn’t that angels don’t make mistakes, it’s that they aren’t allowed to. stepping on eggshells as white as their robes and images and as cracked as they truly are, for the rest of eternity. being an angel is a gift, is it?
Christina
dude they totally did angels already. i thought it was going to be a new one but i guess not. i guess i’ll pick up where i left off. so if those angels don’t find the lost treasure, which i believe is shaped like a bowling trophy, some idiot is going to pick it up and blow up everything, which i don’t want happening.
Alex
angels fly over me, in pursuit of the lost treasure the foolishly left sitting on the coffee table last weekend. boy, was that a party. foolish angels indeed. unfortunately, this treasure in particular is the key to destruction of the universe. good luck.
Alex
I believe in angels. I have a guardian angel that I named Christopher. I believe that Christopher is a huge help to me; I used to speak to him regularly, but I have not in quite some time. I miss him. That might sound crazy, but whatever. I know he hears me and I know he loves me. Every time I have lost something precious to me, i’ve asked Christopher for assistance, knowing that he has been with me..and he has come through without failure. I’ve found each item, no matter how crazy the place, after having a clear knowledge of its location.
Jessica
I believe in angels. I know angels watch over me in this life. I love angels.
chrisy
The angels were singing so loudly I could barely hear myself think. This heaven thing wasn’t turning out the way I’d envisioned. Wasn’t heaven supposed to be quiet and peaceful and lovely? Some of these guys weren’t even singing on key.
Christine
I used to believe in them, before my family told me they took her away.
Audrey
And he never really guessed that angels could be so beautiful. He didn’t have blond hair, he didn’t have fair skin and glowing blue eyes. He had such average features; brown orbs, sandy hair and pale skin, but he knew those orbs could tell mo lies.
Emma Dobson
And he never really guessed that angels could be so beautiful. He didn’t have blond hair, he didn’t have fair skin and glowing blue eyes. He had such average features; brown orbs, sandy hair and pale skin, but he knew those orbs could tell mo lies.
Emma Dobson
are amazing. they are one of the few things we know to expect when we get to heaven. they say they are on earth among us, yet we only see them as people. they are beautiful and truly a gift. we each hope to be one and receive our wings one day. they are angels.
rachael
they are very holy which is why people believe in heaven because they represent the innocence of humanity so then people are like ahhhhhh as in holy music because they are in churches too and people like music in that place.
April
Chris Angel once said “Hey man. I may be a magician, but I’m also an angle.”
No one quite knows what that means. Can one be both a human and a 90 degree angle at one time?
These questions that mere man’s mind cannot answer. Thus, we submit the question to an angel.
Gabriel – “Yeah I don’t know. Talk to God. JEEEEZE!”
Steve Horton
My living room is stuffed with angels. I love them. So beautiful. And so useful…
Karin
Angels, are they really the good once.
Why? who says that they are?
Maybe they are only trying to blind us with their beauty.
Eva
Angels are watching every thing that I do. They are wonderful and give care in all that they do to protect us. Isn’t it wonderful that God cares enough for use to have these heavenly beings watching over us?
Peter Dodge
Angels are among us, they just don’t want to come out and ruin the surprise. What would happen if an angel came out? “Hey, guys, I’m an angel! Do you mundane humans have these wings? No, you don’t! Do you know why? Cause I’m an ANGEL.” And then he’d fly to the top of the buildings and he’d get fired for useless practical jokes. All I’m saying is God has a very strict NDA.
Steve
… ich liebe dich. Du bist so schön und immer da… Womit habe ich dich nur verdient? Deine Fürsorglichkeit, dein Herz, deine Liebe? … So schön, so schön, dich zu haben. Wie reines Glück. Wie ein Engel. Mein Engel.
Pim
Oh, Engel!
Glaubst du, dass dein Ascheregen jemals endet?
Glaubst du, dass es Sonne dahinter gibt?
Glaubst du, dass dein schwarzer Schleier wirklich ist?
Glaubst du, dass wir eine Zukunft haben?
Ich weiß es nicht, aber du, oh Engel, du weißt doch alles, oder nicht?
Galinor
I don’t believe in angels.
Not in the Godly sense, at least. There are good people out there, for sure, but not heavenly beings that will come and take you away on “Judgement Day” or whatever they say will happen on the day of apocolypse.
I don’t know.
I really don’t understand religion, whatever the fuck it is.
calpico sky
in an instant, the blink of an eye, she was gone. the one person i had relied on to be there for me, forever, had vanished before my eyes. the brief goodbye she had left me with seemed empty and heartless, as if our friendship had meant nothing. “remember me. i am your angel.” she looked me dead in the eyes and kissed me cheek. this, i feared, was her final lesson on letting go.
chantel
Angels fly past
the night high,
won’t you, stop to look?
Angels go, flying
low,
through the starch, blank air,
Those who see,
don’t beleive
in what they see there,
won’t you stop to look?
Nova
she ran toward me and splattered
my face
with a pile of squirmy worms and creepy crawlies
she threw her head back and laughed
and right then i knew she was a angel sent straight from God
He fingered the small medallion in his right pocket, shoving his hands deeper into the warm caves of his jacket.
Angels, he scoffed. What a bunch of bullshit.
Where were the angels when Rynn needed them? Where were they when she was crying, doubled over in pain?
Bullshit, he repeated.
Angels soared overhead.
Daemons cried below.
This was the scene he saw when he first opened his eyes.
Before he had been in darkness, constantly wishing to see the light…
Then she told him about everything.
His eyes were opened and he could not close them again.
Battle!
Always…
Good.
Evil.
Forces collide…
He wanted to close his eyes…
angels don’t exist that’s about all i can think of even as an idea that they are some benevolent beings that watch over people seems ridiculous to me why would they care, they get to see god, wouldn’t that be enough
Angels soar from the heavens on wings, white, weathered, floating like clouds. They even have a silver lining.
They’re there in everybody. Angels could appear in the muck and rain out of nowhere to get your car started, seemingly magically. They could enter your life to help you squeeze out of a problem
Angels are there to protect us and to show us that there is more to life than the shit you see on the surface. They are leading us to our souls and helping us when there is no one on earth that could do it.
nyro’s head was tilted
in the gathering suns.
she made her way through
gossamer, she sang
from a heart
blackened by loss, yet
radiant in its disarray.
Desiree was calling
her,
fealty was her bliss.
i believe in angels i feell that they are gods way of letting us know he exists. they do his biding. they help heal, and protect. I believe they need to protect us more than heal us. they also will deliever messages in some cases, whether it be improtant or declaritive.
They live in the sky but somehow visit me. I know they are there and they are following me everyday. Its scary, but comforting. The white of their wings and the memories of the lives are vibrant and alive. I feel them with me.
angels are really beautiful and white creatures who live in heaven and fly around doing god’s bidding. they wear white dresses with long blonde hair and suck out peoples souls when they die hoping to guide them on their way to the afterlife.
Reminds me of my littel league team as a kid. So many great memories of springtime. Many freinds along the years, who i wish i was in contact with more. And the angels dodgers game i attended last month, that was a blast. hate the dodgers though.
The angels circle in right angles. They defy all the rules of mathematics, of logic, of reason. And I’m in the middle, they are the circumference of a square. And sometimes they may pick me up. But mostly they just make my head spin three hundred and sixty degrees once per second.
Angels are everywhere. I remember hearing about them as a youth in church, and hearing stories from my grandmother about how she “knew her guardian angel was watching over her.” I hope that someday when I leave this word, I become an angel. Something pure, hopeful and innocent.
robbie willians wrote about these
and there is one at the top of the dog and duck on mutley plain
som people think you can talk to angels
angel gabriel was an angel
i quite like angel delight
how many calories are in angel delight? i suppose it depends on whether you make it with skimmed milk or not
angels we have heard on high
have faith
with faith
in faith
above
protection or security
security or force
dark and light
white and heavenly
a heavenly body
bodies of heaven
what we need here
is a body
a discourse
an angel
the angels began flapping their wings to the rythmn of the stars. they were mtioning to the villiage below were about to endure a severe cataclysm.
Insipid looking fluffy winged cherubs? No thanks. Fiery swords and fated doom are much more interesting, though probably not as enjoyable to live with.
Ascending and falling. Passing each other by. Perpetual indecision and not knowing who is correct. Was there a point to existence? Was there a point to a thought? Ignorance is bliss – very true unfortunately.
the angels seem trapped themselves. an eternity in pure white and pure ideals, having to meet each and every one. it isn’t that angels don’t make mistakes, it’s that they aren’t allowed to. stepping on eggshells as white as their robes and images and as cracked as they truly are, for the rest of eternity. being an angel is a gift, is it?
dude they totally did angels already. i thought it was going to be a new one but i guess not. i guess i’ll pick up where i left off. so if those angels don’t find the lost treasure, which i believe is shaped like a bowling trophy, some idiot is going to pick it up and blow up everything, which i don’t want happening.
angels fly over me, in pursuit of the lost treasure the foolishly left sitting on the coffee table last weekend. boy, was that a party. foolish angels indeed. unfortunately, this treasure in particular is the key to destruction of the universe. good luck.
I believe in angels. I have a guardian angel that I named Christopher. I believe that Christopher is a huge help to me; I used to speak to him regularly, but I have not in quite some time. I miss him. That might sound crazy, but whatever. I know he hears me and I know he loves me. Every time I have lost something precious to me, i’ve asked Christopher for assistance, knowing that he has been with me..and he has come through without failure. I’ve found each item, no matter how crazy the place, after having a clear knowledge of its location.
I believe in angels. I know angels watch over me in this life. I love angels.
The angels were singing so loudly I could barely hear myself think. This heaven thing wasn’t turning out the way I’d envisioned. Wasn’t heaven supposed to be quiet and peaceful and lovely? Some of these guys weren’t even singing on key.
I used to believe in them, before my family told me they took her away.
And he never really guessed that angels could be so beautiful. He didn’t have blond hair, he didn’t have fair skin and glowing blue eyes. He had such average features; brown orbs, sandy hair and pale skin, but he knew those orbs could tell mo lies.
And he never really guessed that angels could be so beautiful. He didn’t have blond hair, he didn’t have fair skin and glowing blue eyes. He had such average features; brown orbs, sandy hair and pale skin, but he knew those orbs could tell mo lies.
are amazing. they are one of the few things we know to expect when we get to heaven. they say they are on earth among us, yet we only see them as people. they are beautiful and truly a gift. we each hope to be one and receive our wings one day. they are angels.
they are very holy which is why people believe in heaven because they represent the innocence of humanity so then people are like ahhhhhh as in holy music because they are in churches too and people like music in that place.
Chris Angel once said “Hey man. I may be a magician, but I’m also an angle.”
No one quite knows what that means. Can one be both a human and a 90 degree angle at one time?
These questions that mere man’s mind cannot answer. Thus, we submit the question to an angel.
Gabriel – “Yeah I don’t know. Talk to God. JEEEEZE!”
My living room is stuffed with angels. I love them. So beautiful. And so useful…
Angels, are they really the good once.
Why? who says that they are?
Maybe they are only trying to blind us with their beauty.
Angels are watching every thing that I do. They are wonderful and give care in all that they do to protect us. Isn’t it wonderful that God cares enough for use to have these heavenly beings watching over us?
Angels are among us, they just don’t want to come out and ruin the surprise. What would happen if an angel came out? “Hey, guys, I’m an angel! Do you mundane humans have these wings? No, you don’t! Do you know why? Cause I’m an ANGEL.” And then he’d fly to the top of the buildings and he’d get fired for useless practical jokes. All I’m saying is God has a very strict NDA.
… ich liebe dich. Du bist so schön und immer da… Womit habe ich dich nur verdient? Deine Fürsorglichkeit, dein Herz, deine Liebe? … So schön, so schön, dich zu haben. Wie reines Glück. Wie ein Engel. Mein Engel.
Oh, Engel!
Glaubst du, dass dein Ascheregen jemals endet?
Glaubst du, dass es Sonne dahinter gibt?
Glaubst du, dass dein schwarzer Schleier wirklich ist?
Glaubst du, dass wir eine Zukunft haben?
Ich weiß es nicht, aber du, oh Engel, du weißt doch alles, oder nicht?
I don’t believe in angels.
Not in the Godly sense, at least. There are good people out there, for sure, but not heavenly beings that will come and take you away on “Judgement Day” or whatever they say will happen on the day of apocolypse.
I don’t know.
I really don’t understand religion, whatever the fuck it is.
in an instant, the blink of an eye, she was gone. the one person i had relied on to be there for me, forever, had vanished before my eyes. the brief goodbye she had left me with seemed empty and heartless, as if our friendship had meant nothing. “remember me. i am your angel.” she looked me dead in the eyes and kissed me cheek. this, i feared, was her final lesson on letting go.
Angels fly past
the night high,
won’t you, stop to look?
Angels go, flying
low,
through the starch, blank air,
Those who see,
don’t beleive
in what they see there,
won’t you stop to look?
she ran toward me and splattered
my face
with a pile of squirmy worms and creepy crawlies
she threw her head back and laughed
and right then i knew she was a angel sent straight from God