|One of my earlier poems that I'm proud of.|
PageI wrote your name with my heart,Page by angelichope
and I drew a heart around it.
Love in a single page.
So much I can do with that name.
I can say it,
or hum the syllables, etc.
My love, we could wake up tomorrow morning
and find each other
at the rising of the sun,
before the blue bird awakens
but while the already awaken song bird
While flowers from Heaven fall systematically
and I read you a poem that I wrote on the petals of
a rose, with the color of the rainbow.
Or I could wake up tomorrow
with an untouched heart,
sailing down the direction of loneliness
awaiting the eventual drop from the waterfall
because you're not here.
I still have that page with your name.
If I recall, I wrote your name and the heart
in crayon; I guess it signifies
how childish my dreams are and how childish I am.
Call my love childish if you want, but
maybe if you can see my heart and smile
when I think of him,
or how my heart wishes upon falling stars for him,
you would be a believer
AlwaysI would write so many songs for you,Always by angelichope
if only you would listen.
I would write so many songs for you,
if only you knew they are for you.
Speaking from my heart,
speaking from my want to see you again,
speaking from my love
that you make warmer than a fireplace.
I would write so many songs about you,
if only you could actually be there when I wake up.
One step taken in our universe,
one more moment to be in your presence.
You just don't know it's our universe,
that this slow moving night belongs to us.
They can never truly turn off the lights with us.
The path that led to you was Hell before the Heaven,
with you as the first angel to meet me.
As long as you are the light, they can never turn it off,
and you are the light.
I have written so many songs for you.
A Call Can ChangeSadness can sometimes blind.A Call Can Change by angelichope
Sadness can sometimes hide.
There's a beautiful starry night
and a beautiful early morning sunrise
behind those cold and in pain eyes,
and I want to visit it one day and love it,
but for now let's enjoy the beauty of this world
down to every nook and cranny.
I especially want to see you get knocked down by
emerald blue ocean waves at the beach,
and see you shine like a diamond in the light.
SaturdayLoneliness,Saturday by angelichope
the "don't-want-to-die-alone" loneliness
that could make the strongest steel break,
and could make someone with a hundred blankets cold.
fear of the unknown,
despite how little sense it makes
to fear something that you don't even know about.
Fear of being free,
for not knowing what this mind can do
in an open field.
And fear that life is sadder
than whoever cries the raindrops.
I want to not be in an abyss,
but to glow like the moon,
whose pretty light seems
as if it were made out of smiles
as bright as Spring flowers,
out of the bud for the first time.
But I don't know if that can happen,
will happen, has already happened
or is happening right now as I write these words.
I hold the key to the locks I'm in;
I know that and don't like that,
but it remains as it is.
I try to contain a-black-as-a-crow darkness
that is aware of what it's doing,
and to some degree can stop, but doesn't;
as it's too busy flashing the pearly whites
of it's sinister smile in the mirror,
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MaskYou tell me I should showclock-wise
What’s going on inside
That otherwise it’ll grow
I will be swept up by the tide
Don’t you understand
That I’m trying to let you
In, but I just can’t
It’s become too natural to fool
I can’t explain my mind
Can’t allow glimpses of my head
There’s nothing left to find
Because for years I have been dead
Nothing matters, everything hurts
I can’t go on, drag myself on
The demons I try to purge
Are what I’ve become
I struggle just for you
When I just want to sleep
When everything I do
Is making darkness creep
I cling onto a life
I no longer want to live
Hang on with all my might
To the crumbling cliff
And while I do, I wear a smile
Painted on, the ink has dried
It will remain until I die
Covering the tears uncried.
Cruel CreaturesBringing life into this world...KalineReine
It hurts, but you forget...
Being brought into this world,
It hurts a lot;
Enduring immeasurable agony,
But you're able to forget about it.
A mother cannot forget her pain,
But the joy outweighs it,
Outshines the misery of when she toiled in labor...
They forgive us everything, always.
The only way to enter this world
Is in pain, and with great suffering,
And the only way to leave it
Is the same...
It is our agony that makes us human,
So that we must weep for this world,
And all of it's inhabitants...
The creatures that dwell upon it,
Along our side, helping us to learn;
These strange creatures,
They are our teachers...
For each of them has felt the same pain.
So many forget that we are a part of it,
Rather than being apart from it.