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Angela Mary Pope Aug 2014
saved me from a spell
a well of dark that crept through the sidelines
you wept what you felt
had yourself lost in the guidelines and lifelines

what was worse was the line
between good and evil I sought
I know even lines
and I taught you to crop them I thought
Angela Mary Pope Jul 2014
Reality shifting in a way we could get to
if the world were just a bit flatter
when the truth of the moon is reliant upon the sun
where everything with matter cyclically scatters

surrounded by faces,
he sits lives lonely some
waiting in an empty room
she's knows no one will come

I've been outdone,
he traveled faster than you
you've been outrun,
she did better than I could do

its the way that time is spun
like wind on J's cling clang clatter
where complacency is hung
next to apron strings as a happily ever after

At least the ones that needed me
had the quiet decency of fair warning
that they signaled the cubs to eat away everything
the wolves couldn't use to play with me
Angela Mary Pope May 2014
There was a difference you know

on the path that facilitated our growth

I'll never leave you

after I left you a long time ago

It wasn't your fault I know

you didn't know that I  found myself without you
Angela Mary Pope May 2014
Rain is falling on a mirror of sunshine
and I have no idea what that means

I gave myself a little bit of room to breathe
right between my inclination to intervene
and my lack of a spleen
It seems I grew some wings and flew the scene.

Once again life is nothing but a dream
my boat has nowhere to go
but against the current of the stream
(if you know what I mean)

If I just had one more second
I could've painted myself a place to live comfortably
yet when I heard the bell ring
my time ran out just as the spigot ate the spout.

No doubt that everything
is another piece of some one else's perception
though sometimes defective
we overlap to create our directions.

I think I don't think things through when I need to
so whose fault is it
when all the walls become see-through?

Glass smashes and that's the whole truth
Angela Mary Pope Apr 2014
You were the one the that said I've had it
and you were the one that said hey take this have it

It was never a need but a trust
left in replacement of something else
we thought we had then realized we lost

I can't keep running away

All that my friends need
All the roots of this family tree
my mama calls it a soul family
I want more than I can give for all of you
I'm swallowed into the caverns of my guts but still
I have the moves I know you know I make

And now you hurt because I'm hurting
no I'm crazy no, crazy the derogotory term used to define people we don't understand
im thinking now
no, i'm thinking you think it doesn't matter I'm leaving
here, i'll help you grow.
pain is the most powerfully transformative
Tool
I want a Separate Reality for you
a World of Pooh maybe, a Narnia, maybe, a Mirror of Souls, maybe, a Jitterbug Perfume in a way that only a Manic Pixie Dream Girl could sway

lemme tell you that i need you

But i never did
I just wanted you
because sometimes
sometimes the wanting alone is enough to feel whole
when filling short chapters in a desperation to find closure

we don't live to die
we die to exist and feel alive.
Angela Mary Pope Apr 2014
Once It knew a book
Where the pages only opened
to where they were supposed to

This beautiful magic
kept to Itself
in a way only she and it
and it and she knew

One day It left itself
by no fault of its own
It couldn't help it

It knew it just had too much to know
So
It knew it would always love
and it knew it would always love her
It knew that she, and it too,
were the last of anything substantial

And now It's left know knowing
my very biggest fear
that the very biggest fear it had
was my love for it,too.
Angela Mary Pope Mar 2014
Amidst the grey and green leaves that have fallen
out of last years trials and tribulations
rest pieces of you
that have belonged to the past for some time.

I kick my way
through shady remnants of your missing pieces
that crumble into shadows
of a forgotten life.

As I cross these paths I've held onto this wish
that your yesterday could become my today
because everything old
will eventually become new again.

I realize my tomorrows
have turned into wasted yesterdays
when I sit here and wish
on something so empty.

With my back against the wall,
my self doubt cheapened by a series of personally inflicted misfortunes
I fumble for the right footing to be placed
in order to stand tall again.

Now it's me
that feels my ashes scattered across the earth
like your fallen pieces cast down
among crumbled remains of life

as I stand here
with fumbled footing
trying to figure out the way to mold my ashes back together.
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