|One of my most proudest deviations yet, and it has a little bit of my story in it.|
You AgainStaring off through the fence like we did those years ago.You Again by ~angelichope
I never knew then, I only could guess and hope that it was
anything significant to you.
But NOW is much more important!
Even as our stares go off into space,
even though you appear to be close as your eyes look defenseless;
like they genuinely wanted me to come closer,
I don't know but have to ask what do you feel.
Was it the quick, yet massive seriousness
you beautifully gave me when you asked "Do you love me?"
Was it the hesitation in my "yes,"
but how rosy my world was after I said it?
Was it how near I was to you
and the blue of your eyes, like when we'd met,
where somehow remembering it,
the sun is either shining it's brightest
or is a gorgeous sunset with everything but the kiss?
We didn't hold hands, but you are holding my love;
though I want to be held in your arms.
Was it the clarity I felt when I saw your face
in a way I had never seen it before?
Was it how our moment together felt magical like a
WORKI don't hear it calling or shrieking;WORK by ~angelichope
I only feel it as an empty void inside.
But will it take me further than last time?
Where does anything take me? I ask as a blue ocean,
so breathtaking and welcoming, comes into my mind.
It says for me to come into the bliss and serenity
of it's refreshing nature.
I want so much for life to be like this,
and at the same time know that isn't happening,
may or may not be a bad thing though.
My body feels sick, but am I the virus?
My mind feels empty, but am I the emptiness?
"Do something" I say more than often.
"Make those dreams actually come true
in the face of reality"
For there is a love that can grow
and ignite the fiercest, most prettiest flames,
and bring the softest doves,
and for that, I should move and never honestly stop;
I could be under a million stars,
holding hands with all my smiling angels if I can start.
"You're more than capable" it's me who says that.
I say that,
yet my actions prevent me from shou
Hope and Pain FollowingThe light takes me away,Hope and Pain Following by ~angelichope
yet the dark brings me back.
I just want, with the honest parts of my heart and and soul,
to look through a clear window
at the outside heavily sprinkled with possibility
that inspires me to grow my wings.
And if possible, I'd like to see what color forever is.
Is this person who fights this pain in a miserable battle—
with whatever weapons in her arsenal she has, but they all seem defective—
where the saddest death is that of ones smile,
the real me?
Is this who I am in reality?
I shouldn't be surprised;
I've lived far from a charmed life.
Memories of yelling, but no one came to save me;
memories of crying but all I get is a goodbye;
shouting, mocking, anger, hate, fighting,
laughing at pain.
Wounds that don't need salt rubbed on them
for they couldn't get any worse.
But for some, they were young;
they didn't know what they were doing,
no on truly ever did.
Where truly am I now
with long ladders and multiple forks in the road?
It's more than what t
HelplessNothing in front,Helpless by ~angelichope
and nothing good in the back.
Only a fool says life is fair.
I know the value of having hope,
but that doesn't do much right now.
My mind feels like it's drowning,
and my eyes want to stream out tears.
Still, I want to be strong enough to
not say "Why Me?"—
though I feel it on the tip of my tongue—
and lose myself in misery,
but the pain hurts
with the haunting, terrorizing memories
of the past it brings,
and it's as if there's nothing I can do to banish them.
Misery is not my friend,
but it sure comes around often.
The world is spinning way too fast;
I'm dizzy and frazzled.
But how do you fight the truth?
I feel what my mind is telling me is true,
but I'm not sure.
I know most of the negative things we think
are never really true, but even if it isn't
there's very little that would change.
Someone pulled a switch on my mind
and then broke the "off" lever;
it's stuck on depressed.
we all wake up on the wrong side of the bed at