angelique-esmeralda
I'm a highly spirited girl and a writer of paranormal and romance stories on Wattpad with the user name- Angelique_Esmeralda. / / Besides being a sucker for nature, I admire the Greek mythology too besides other mythical creatures. Mermaids are my favorites. I pour out thoughts and emotions through poetry and most importantly, I tell stories through poetry and here I'm being your poetess!
What if I want out,
Will you punish me?
What if I can't give back,
Will you hate me?
What if I don't feel the same way?
Will you shut me out?
What if I can't hold on,
Will you desert me?
What if my heart beats for another?
Will you rip it out?
Sometimes,
A line in friendship is crossed,
Feelings surface
But most are better off
Friends than lovers
What if
What if
What if
You just pulled the plug to our friendship.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
ROSES,
So valuable, yet full of thorns
He wants it,
But can't stand the prickling.
"All my fingers keep bleeding!
Oh the scars! I can take no more!" Laments he.
LILIES,
Almost of lesser value, sits on a pond's surface.
"Yeah, that will do!" Says he.
"At least I can say I've me a flower.
It might not be worth it, but it will do just fine."
But a frog is perched on it
He's willing to unsit that cursed amphibian,
To get to that vain Lily
Which has no worth
Compared to the Rose,
Simply 'cause it stings not.
Mother nature sighs after watching awhile
"Good things never come easy."
Mutters she.
"One who's deserving of the Rose
Is surely nigh!"
And with time, blossomed did the Rose,
Whilst the Lily withered.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
I thought breaking up was difficult,
But staying friends was like impaling the heart.
You get to see the smile you are no longer responsible for,
You get to endure when the new lover calls
Cuz you don't have a say no more.
You die gradually within till you wanna scream
Punch the wall
Or pull at your hair,
You shed tears when their backs are turned
You wish you could have made things better
What you wouldn't give for a second chance
Even though you were not one at fault,
Deep within you, you wish they'll just be yours once again,
But some things just seem impossible to reverse.
Staying friends is just a gradual process
Of breaking your heart all over again
And it hurts more than the initial breakup!
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Time to put on my aprons,
Take my dusting brush and begin a clean sweep.
Time to scour the cobwebs off the walls and ceilings,
Time to clean out the chimney and fireplace,
Time to open the shutters and let in the scent of sweet blossoming flowers,
Time to dance around the green field with the embracing wind
Time to inhale the permeating scent of ripening apples!
Time to let go of all the hurt,
Dry my tears and be merry
Time to move on
And learn to LOVE again
Why not enjoy the Spring
And skip happily on the dew-covered grass every morning?
I'm alive, so is now the heart you broke!
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
I keep digging
But whatever I'm seeking
Seems to elude the sharp edge of my groping shovel
All I need is that "tonk" that I have hit something,
I eye the mountain of dug-up dirt
My sweat-kissed brow
The hot unpleasant air on my cheeks
Out alone in the sterile field
Only the sun sinking in the horizon
I bend again with both tired arms
I dig, dig, dig, dig
What do I seek?
The trust you shattered
When you began to please another at my detriment
The fragments are sharp and dangerous
They hurt now while in pieces
I had to bury them
Dig, dig, dig
"Tonk" finally!
All I can exhume
Is its carcass
It's dead
Unable to be revived.
I give up
I toss the shovel away
I turn and I take the goodbye walk.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
That feeling
When you love someone
But think it's safer
If they know not how
You feel
Because some people
Are better off
As friends
Than lovers.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
*Did you notice?
That sensual touches differ?
There are some people you just don't get over
No matter how much you try.
That even while making love with someone else,
All you have in your head
Is their passionate memories and images.
Worry not!
You aren't crazy.
It only means two things
Either only ***** understood your body better
Or you still just love them
Despite their flaws.*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Stella found a door in the new house
Hidden under the stairs from the adults
A door with a size so small for a crawl
At twelve midnight,
She was attracted to it
Drawn by the bright lights
That shone from within.
In she went, despite just being six
Into the cold narrow corridor
She found a lonely doll
With cheeks so rosy
And laughing eyes so blue
Out with it she crawled
To bond with her new best friend.
From that day,
Mum had nightmares
And dad became prone to accidents
Elder sister almost drowned in the tub
And her brother fell from the tree house
But all the doll did was laugh and laugh.
A laughter she alone could hear
She was scared and slept with it no more
One day, while she was away in school
Doll springs out of her room
Frightens mum who rolled down the stairs and broke her neck.
Elder sister was choked by her own necklace
Little brother gouged his eyes out
Dad set himself and the house ablaze.
And when Aunt came to take her away
Not a second glance did she spare the hateful laughing doll.
Thirty five years later, in her new home
Her daughter, Annabel came running into the room with a happy scream
With the doll held up in her hands.
"Look what I found! I'll call her Annie!"
Taken aback, eyes wide with shock
Those mockiing blue eyes holding hers
Stella clasped the sides of her head
And screamed as the doll began to laugh again!
A laughter only she could always hear.
The doll was back!
To take her beloved family away
Again!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
The girl on the bridge,
Always on a yellow blouse
And a white flowing skirt.
Never a night does she misses her spot.
Elbows on the railings
Hair fluttering as wild as the wind
Always obscuring her face from sight.
Every night, I wonder
Who is she?
Where is she from?
Why this lonely bridge?
Never seen her move a muscle
Nor utter a sound.
It was rather strange.
Until one night, I decided to chat with her.
"Hey" I called but no response.
She must be coy...
"Hey..." I tried again and approached her this time.
No response still.
Is she deaf?
I touch her shoulder and she turns
She gave a shrilling scream
And that was all I remembered.
In the hospital I woke
And when asked why I had passed out on a bridge,
I could give no response.
I was cold.
The memory brought nothing but pure terror.
For how could I tell them
That the girl on the bridge
Had no face?
Yet she had always gazed down at the flowing stream below
And she had screamed right at me with no mouth on her empty face.
Anytime I walk on the bridge
Her spot is always empty
For she's forever gone
But I still have this wary feeling
That she watches me from the shadows
With that faceless horror
Waiting to take my face for hers.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
A unique flower I had once,
Well watered and in the finest vase.
On the best window ledge it sat
Where the sun's smile was daily
Until it gradually refused to take in water anymore.
Nor flourish.
The air felt stale to it
Its glorious perch it grew to resent
Despite all efforts to nurture,
It chose to wilt.
I step out onto the porch
To the hill I walk
In my search for a flower willing to bloom.
A hand shading my eyes from the sun
I scan the plains ahead,
To the horizon if possible.
All the flowers looked the same
I wanted something different
But none appealed.
In dismay, I turned
And back to my cabin I went.
Now I sit with my elbows on the ledge
Staring at the transparent vase
With its lonely water
Wondering
How long this vase will stay empty.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC