Angelo: Poems

46 · Oct 14

Angelo Oct 14

in your eyes i saw a sea of endless blues,
& foolishly thought our skies would merge in perfect hues.
i offered it all, a heart with an open door,
yet i found myself alone upon the shore.

you took my hand then let it slip away with ease,
that fleeting touch really brought me to my knees.
unrequited love is a bad religion ‘cause it’s nothing but a one man cult,
might as well leave the cyanide you poured into my cup because i can’t believe i took such an insult.

40 · Oct 9

Summer Chronicles

Angelo Oct 9

Summer Chronicles

beneath the sun’s warm & golden light,
in summer’s bliss our spirits took flight,
with laughter shared & hearts entwined,
a feeling rare, so pure, so refined.

in summer’s heat we were drawn so near,
but in autumn’s chill it’s crystal clear,
just like a flame that quickly fades,
in memory it all cascades.

like the waves upon the shore,
our summer’s fire, we’ll explore no more,
alas, in sweet memories we’ll always find,
a summer’s tale, forever entwined.

39 · Oct 27

Why not love yourself?

Angelo Oct 27

Why not love yourself?

can we have conversation- a conversation about what love is? A Noun: an intense feeling of deep affection; fondness; tenderness; warmth; intimacy…the list goes on so surely we’re on the same page now.
why can’t we love what is & not love what could be ‘cause why am i now stuck with a lot of information about a person i lost due to their own condemnation?
ever been so frustrated with someone you wish you could give them the right answers? but that wouldn’t do us any good so now the part i hate the most is our interactions because you refuse to learn & grow.
undoubtedly the start of nothing & i really couldn’t see you coming, now we’re stuck in a sadistic loop in this terrible script that’s filled to the brim with what if’s & could’ve’s.
in a world full of mistrust & lust, being loved by you would make so much sense but i’m scared for what that could mean for me since you don’t have a good track record for loving yourself…so i’m taking back what i said, all i actually want is to just be freed from you.

38 · Oct 3

Silent Whispers

Angelo Oct 3

Silent Whispers

in silent whispers, my heart resides,
a soul yearning to break free,
yet bound by walls i've built inside,
afraid to let love's echoes be.

once, in warmth's embrace, we danced,
yet fear wove a tangled thread,
emotions locked, a heart entranced,
unspoken words, left unsaid.

your love, a beacon in the night,
i, a sailor lost at sea,
but my fortress kept love from sight,
a prisoner, unable to be free.

regrets now echo in each breath,
for love, an island lost in time,
i dream of breaking chains of depth,
yet remain confined in this paradigm.

so here i stand, with pen in hand,
pleading for a chance to impart,
emotions buried beneath shifting sand,
a love i failed to openly chart.

though barriers were my constant art,
to you, my love, i humbly plea,
to mend what's broken in my heart,
i now unveil & set love free.

37 · Oct 11

Do You See Me?

Angelo Oct 11

Do You See Me?

do you see me in the quiet spaces where the heart dares to speak?
do you hear the whispers of my longing, or are they lost in the echoes, weak?

your eyes are windows to a world unseen,
that hold secretes that i crave to know.
& yet i wonder if you ever notice me,
or if my presence is but a fleeting glow.

i’ve painted pictures in my mind of moments we could share in a future that could be bright,
but here i stand on the precipice,
unseen, unheard, fading into the night,
wondering if your heart beats as mine does.

do you see the passion that brims within or am i chasing phantoms in the air?
should i let go of this fragile dream or hold on tight to a hope that could be the end me?

in the silence of unanswered questions,
i can’t help but wonder:
in my quiet yearning, do you see me?

37 · Oct 21

Friends? maybe not.

Angelo Oct 21

Friends? maybe not.

excuse my french when i ask:
is it the way i speak? is it the way i carry myself? is it the way i dress? is it the way i think? is it the way i view the world? or maybe i’m invisible, maybe i’ve been the only one that’s been delusional? or perhaps it’s the look on my face when we’re sitting together & i can’t help but admire everything you love & hate about yourself? or maybe it’s just that, maybe i’m just blinded by the fact that i still adore you? ‘cause clearly i wasn’t blunt enough when i asked if you really do see me…
i really hope i can get away before i’m forced to lie & say “ i hope you can find someone more suitable” ‘cause it’s things i’ve done that you surely won’t obtain there, but we’re probably better off as friends because why are we constantly reading different chapters of the same book? on second thought maybe it’d be better if it was an ending. don’t misunderstand me, but i think it’s better if we remain as strangers.

29 · Oct 4

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Angelo Oct 4

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in quiet moments words fall short,
emotions trapped in a silent stream with a heart that battles & is deeply wrought, whilst lost in the shadows of a distant dream.

your laughter echoes in my soul,
a melody that fills the dead of night but barriers rise, a heavy toll,
restraining love's pure heartfelt light.

each tender glance & each whispered vow trapped within a heart's refrain, wishing to be expressed yet not knowing how…a longing locked in silent pain.

if only I could part these clouds revealing the depths within my chest,
to shatter these walls, break through these shrouds & lay my feelings to rest.

forgive this heart that’s so deeply torn for failing to express its creed.

may patience guide & courage bloom, granting me strength to break this mold & unravel what's trapped in this room.

22 · Oct 6

I Hate It

Angelo Oct 6

I Hate It

i hate how it’s as clear as glass, but not as brittle,
i hate how it’s as soft as a feather, but not as light,
i hate hate how it’s as mild as a dove, but not as true or trusty,
i hate how it’s as persistent as my need to breathe, but not as irresistible,
i hate how fair my love can be, but not so fair that it becomes fickle or bleak.

— The End —