Submissions by Angelast1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I am Angela and sometimes I write....what else can I say?
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2019 1:14am
3rd Feb 2019 1:14am
Falling
House of cards
comes crashing down
no aces left in the sleeve
Falling slowly at first
falling for you
then picking up speed
free fall
hitting the ground hard
Going to pieces
What is there to loose
but illusions
It used to hurt much more
Am I getting callous?
No, I think I am healing
I still breathe
My heart still beats
I still feel
I still love
It's good
I am good without it
comes crashing down
no aces left in the sleeve
Falling slowly at first
falling for you
then picking up speed
free fall
hitting the ground hard
Going to pieces
What is there to loose
but illusions
It used to hurt much more
Am I getting callous?
No, I think I am healing
I still breathe
My heart still beats
I still feel
I still love
It's good
I am good without it
#relationships
#breakup
#friendship #healing
#friendship #healing
200 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2019 11:25pm
31st Jan 2019 11:25pm
Abyss
Hey...I can see you over there
the other side of the canyon
I see you and you see me
but we can not touch
We can only wave
and inbetween is the abyss
Building a bridge will take a while
I miss you...
the other side of the canyon
I see you and you see me
but we can not touch
We can only wave
and inbetween is the abyss
Building a bridge will take a while
I miss you...
#loneliness
#LongDistanceRelationship
#separation
177 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jan 2019 10:41pm
31st Jan 2019 10:41pm
Circus
The monkeys are loose
throwing shit at the audience
For this show you better wear your hazmat suit
Watch out for the fire spitters
don't let the tumblers distract you
Freaks are lurking behind curtains
setting traps for easy prey
The pretty princess on the white horse is a shape shifter
Don't get too close...she'll bite your head off
Hungry beasts pace back and forth behind rusty cage bars
The clowns are sharpening their knifes
There's no business like show business
Innocence is blind
Ignorance is deadly
Don't buy the...
throwing shit at the audience
For this show you better wear your hazmat suit
Watch out for the fire spitters
don't let the tumblers distract you
Freaks are lurking behind curtains
setting traps for easy prey
The pretty princess on the white horse is a shape shifter
Don't get too close...she'll bite your head off
Hungry beasts pace back and forth behind rusty cage bars
The clowns are sharpening their knifes
There's no business like show business
Innocence is blind
Ignorance is deadly
Don't buy the...
#dark
#evil
161 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2019 3:16am
29th Jan 2019 3:16am
Mind f**ker
There are those
who like to play...
who like to play games
Not chess, not sports, not poker
but mind games
They are those who play strategy like chess
who play competitive like sports
who play deceptive like poker
They enjoy the game of psychological warfare
They find it exhilerating to fuck with someones mind
There is no trick too dirty
no lie too absurd
no intrigue too underhanded
If you engage you will play by their rules
You will get entangled in their sticky stuff
and while you try to figure it out ...
who like to play...
who like to play games
Not chess, not sports, not poker
but mind games
They are those who play strategy like chess
who play competitive like sports
who play deceptive like poker
They enjoy the game of psychological warfare
They find it exhilerating to fuck with someones mind
There is no trick too dirty
no lie too absurd
no intrigue too underhanded
If you engage you will play by their rules
You will get entangled in their sticky stuff
and while you try to figure it out ...
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#learning
172 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 7:35pm
17th Nov 2018 7:35pm
View from my windows
Look and see
What's a chain to the beggar
is the sugar tit to the rich
There is no more envelope to push
Charles Bukowski left a long time ago
The post office is empty
so are the bellies of the poor
There's filth and feces in the streets
There's filth and feces in the brains
Nations built on broken backs
Spartacus had it right
break out of the circus
Maybe we can not win this game
but at least
if only in our minds
we can fight this machine
I am not sure
but maybe
there is
glory
in the end
What's a chain to the beggar
is the sugar tit to the rich
There is no more envelope to push
Charles Bukowski left a long time ago
The post office is empty
so are the bellies of the poor
There's filth and feces in the streets
There's filth and feces in the brains
Nations built on broken backs
Spartacus had it right
break out of the circus
Maybe we can not win this game
but at least
if only in our minds
we can fight this machine
I am not sure
but maybe
there is
glory
in the end
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#inequality
206 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2018 8:31pm
12th Nov 2018 8:31pm
Dirt
I've been hurt
and I don't care
I've been dirt
and I don't care
Dirt is the fertile ground
from which everything grows
and where I go to
in the end
anyway
and I don't care
I've been dirt
and I don't care
Dirt is the fertile ground
from which everything grows
and where I go to
in the end
anyway
#death
#nature
#LifeCycle
211 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2018 3:42pm
2nd Nov 2018 3:42pm
The Gift
I dwell within
concentric thought
runs rings around
and swirls about
deep digging
mining the layers
searching for essence
to bring forth
from the depth
of my lair
a creature
gives a gift
to the world
love happens
concentric thought
runs rings around
and swirls about
deep digging
mining the layers
searching for essence
to bring forth
from the depth
of my lair
a creature
gives a gift
to the world
love happens
#love
#hope
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
190 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 10:02pm
16th Oct 2018 10:02pm
Last minute escape
Decisions made
Chest tightening
thoughts and feelings
Unbearable unrest sceams
Not crossroads but a dead end
Last chance to turn around
before the option is off the table
A sacrifice needs to be made
She leaves behind something precious
Every choice comes with a price
There is no price too high for freedom
she says as she turns on her heels
and runs towards the future
to escape once more
because nothing
is written
Chest tightening
thoughts and feelings
Unbearable unrest sceams
Not crossroads but a dead end
Last chance to turn around
before the option is off the table
A sacrifice needs to be made
She leaves behind something precious
Every choice comes with a price
There is no price too high for freedom
she says as she turns on her heels
and runs towards the future
to escape once more
because nothing
is written
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
222 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2018 3:33pm
14th Oct 2018 3:33pm
Blue
The sea is blue
and I am too
fuck you
and I am too
fuck you
#loneliness
#satirical
#funny
221 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2018 3:18pm
12th Oct 2018 3:18pm
Somewhere in Mexico
On the corner
in a mexican border town
there stands a donkey
for kids to ride on
He has a piss bucket
tied under his belly
as to not soil the walkway
Sights like this I just love about Mexico
in a mexican border town
there stands a donkey
for kids to ride on
He has a piss bucket
tied under his belly
as to not soil the walkway
Sights like this I just love about Mexico
#animals
#funny
206 reads
24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2018 2:46am
12th Oct 2018 2:46am
Money
Hate it
or love it
You can't deny
you need it
Too little or nothing
can end you up
in the streets
Too much of it
can rot your soul
It is not who you are
It can't buy you love
but you need some
to give you the peace of mind
from where you can be
loving with yourself and others
All the people
who say that money is just an idea
had plenty of it
All the people
who say that it doesn't make a difference
have never lived out of a car
All the people
who have ever been in the streets ...
or love it
You can't deny
you need it
Too little or nothing
can end you up
in the streets
Too much of it
can rot your soul
It is not who you are
It can't buy you love
but you need some
to give you the peace of mind
from where you can be
loving with yourself and others
All the people
who say that money is just an idea
had plenty of it
All the people
who say that it doesn't make a difference
have never lived out of a car
All the people
who have ever been in the streets ...
#LifeStruggles
#money
#poverty
229 reads
28 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2018 11:46pm
11th Oct 2018 11:46pm
Another rough ride
Flowing through violent waters
fear on my side like an old friend
Not to know where the current will take me
Just a prayer to keep me afloat
A storm in my back
and one in front
All I know is that
I've been here before
and somehow I made it through
So why shouldn't I this time
I think to myself
Meanwhile my little ship
is riding big waves
and the wind
is whipping up froth
fear on my side like an old friend
Not to know where the current will take me
Just a prayer to keep me afloat
A storm in my back
and one in front
All I know is that
I've been here before
and somehow I made it through
So why shouldn't I this time
I think to myself
Meanwhile my little ship
is riding big waves
and the wind
is whipping up froth
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
191 reads
7 Comments
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