Nothing but Angels

By Ana Perseski

This is poetry, this is art. This is blood, sweat, and tears. This is fantasy. This is life. This is shameless, honest lust. This is loneliness, disaster, joy, the lowest of lows and the highest of highs. This is a journey to a lesson. Welcome to Nothing but Angels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796067200

Ana Perseski

The author is a restless soul, obsessed with the strange, the beautiful, and the transformative. She makes her home where the sea meets the sand.

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Copyright © 2019 by Ana Perseski.

ISBN:                Softcover                    978-1-7960-6721-7

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I threw them back, one after another,

laughing as I quieted the unshed tears, screams,

and degradation. The more my throat burns,

the less I feel.

Lead me away,

party girls can’t get hurt.

I am healing. I am healing. I am healing.

I am on the right path. Sometimes there’s pain,

but I will be gentle with myself.

I will make it up to me for all the times

other people left scars and disappointment.

I am healing.

So many of us feel like lost souls,

and we think we’re alone,

assuming no one will understand.

Rain. I met you in the lightning,

slow pitter on the roof,

feet raised to windowsill

and unhurried climb into electric air.

I met you in the blinding white,

unrushed walk through pouring waters.

I met you in the explosion,

steady gaze upon unmoving figure,

I saw you and I understood

because only a warrior would draw nigh

when the storm came.

These men amuse me. They think they are so in control of us.

I may wear a pretty collar around my neck for you, but you will never

taint my spirit no matter how many times you yank the chain.

I may willingly get on my knees for you, and I may obey

your commands.

But my mind—my mind will always be mine.

He spills his heart out again and again and it bleeds freely

in an unstoppable river, soaking around me

and sometimes threatening to drown us both.

All the Tumblr quotes of unearthly love

forgot to mention the responsibility

that comes when a soul has chosen to hand you every weapon

that has been perfectly designed to destroy it,

handing them over to you but hoping

you will wipe their tears instead.

Strange day.

I’m not sure what’s happening.

something inside me is changing;

my baggage is leaving,

but right now some of it is

putting up a fight.

I felt confused and irritable

like something desperately wanted to shut down

but another part was fighting to keep

trying to feel,

like getting the urge to lock myself

inside a mansion, slump against a wall

and down vodka from a bottle

just to stay numb

just to stay numb

and then throw the bottle across

the room, stare at the shattered glass,

and cry and cry and cry

without really knowing why.

The most intoxicated I have ever been in my life

was not from liquor or from anything I’ve smoked.

No drug could compare to the overwhelming sensation

of your lips on mine. One taste, and I was hooked.

I’ve let you go a thousand times

and still I come back.

Bass thrumming through my veins,

your body pulsing with mine

candlelight glimmering on sweat,

dragging in your air like glorious poison.

In this dance of two becoming one,

the prophesy once again ignited my world.

I was going to