CANAAN MASSIE BIO:
My
name is Canaan Massie. I am 18 years old and I would like to become a
published author.
Nightmares
Of Paradise
What
does an angel dream,
If
such a feat is so possible?
Of
life on earth?
Or
of the paradise in which he resides?
And
what of demons?
Consumed
in flames,
Does
slumber ever seduce Satan?
It
must.
If
so, He must
dream of heaven,
Of
when he harbored angelic ailerons,
Of
when he was his own sworn enemy,
Of
unattainable paradise.
As
Gabriel as his Angel of Death,
And
God his own enemy's creator,
Satan
dreams not,
For
He has Nightmares Of Paradise.
Envy
They
say envy turns you green,
But
for me, I disagree.
Envy
is red,
The
color of romance.
I
envy your shirt,
It
constantly gets to caress your body.
I
envy your cigarettes,
Constantly
at your lips.
I
envy the words that you speak,
For
they are much more beautiful than I.
I
envy the ground you walk upon,
For
I want to be the only thing pleading at your feet.
I
envy your phone.
Constantly
at your fingertips,
Caressing
your cheek.
You
speak into it,
And
I hear "I love you."
I
envy whomever lurks on the other side.
I
envy your pillows,
Because
I know you cuddle with them when I am not there.
I
envy your necklace,
For
it is constantly closer to your heart than I'll ever be.
I
envy the medicine that you take,
For
I want to be what takes your pain away.
You
tell your tales,
And
I am envious of your past.
Mostly
because I am absent from your memories.
They
say envy turns you green,
But
for me, I disagree.
Envy
has no color.
Only
silhouettes.
Heaven's
Mockery
O
star...
How
you mock me.
Away
from earthly oppressions.
Safe,
is thee,
Hung
home in heaven.
I
envy your distance,
From
this place we call earth.
You
feel no resistance,
No
pain, and no hurt.
For
your father, an immortal,
And
your mother owns all.
You
feel no torture,
Only
wished upon when you fall.
O
star,
How
you mock me.
How
dost thee shine so bright?
And
if thou art blue,
You
still emulate light.
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