More poison please.
It makes me forget everything.
Poison.

I need it so the sad will go away.
You are my poison.
Whether or not I choose to be forgiven.
Poison.

You have never let me down.
Poison you will always be arround.
Poison.

I love thee.
You make me free.
You are my.
I am you.
Poison.

You are so bad.
But how can something so bad.
Feel so good.
It must be.
Poison.

For thou is far beyond thy.
Past the sky.
Into the unknown.
Is where you take me.
But this time I can't go.
Poison.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016

Have you ever tried to force a cry out?
Its like feeling a flash of lightening come about?
You feel it. And you know its there but it wont come out?

It's prowling in the shadows.
It hides behind..away from the light.
It dwells..deep inside putting up a fight.
Its there.
It hides and it consumes.
You feel it everywhere.

The pain.
Oh. The never stopping. Always going.
Pain.
For this it feels as if you didn't train.
And with a deep cry you will gain.

Peace.
Acceptance.
Perhaps a smile for instance?

A true smile.
Not the kind that's put on for a crowd.
But one you will wear so very proud.

I want to cry but i can't. Shall I just pitch a rant?

Or possibly I've used them all.
And chose no longer to fall.
I guess I put my feels away.
Now in the bed awake I lay.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016

She let that water flow at luke warm.
As she squeezed the rag to drain the
excess soapy water.
She scrubs so gentle but so potent.
She washes the cruds of yesterday.
Feeling gloom because she remembers
Things he used to say.
How he loved her so. And she was
Always the only one.
And how she had thought it would be fun.
Soapy. Sudsy. Scrubs.
Tears inevitably flow vigorously.
She remembers there will no
Longer be betraying hugs.
She knows nights up waiting
Will be no more.
Because this time she chose not to
Follow him out that door.
Suds consume her everything.
As she washes the cruds of yesterday.
For it was yesterday he seemed so sure.
And today no more. How could it seem
So pure and today nevermore?
She remembers the good and the bad.
As the soapy water heads down the drain.
She decides to send with it her
Sorrow and pain.
For it is much too heavy of a
Burden to bare.
And a slight crooked smile appears as she
Washed. The. Cruds. Of. Yesterday.

-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016

You are so interesting to me.
Your every move. Your everyway.
You are in my fantasy.
I look forward to see you there everyday.
As I write this poem I imagine you right
Next to me.
I think of what I'd do to your body.
And the things I long for you to
Do to mine.
Conceptualizing the effleurage of my tiny hands on your strong working
Mans shoulder.
Oh how I'd rub and caress them until
Your masculinity grows bolder.
You are in my fantasy.
I can feel you inside my poetry.
I visualize you ravishing every inch of me.
Thinking about my body under yours.
Not even caring if we shut the doors.
Daydreams of you and I
Together in an everlasting braid.
This vision of mine can not fade.
You are in my fantasy.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016