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355 · Jul 2020
Only me
Angela Jul 2020
Severed heads
Bleeding hearts

Look around, that's all I see
Screaming, Laughing
A horror movie
Yet it's all real
Torn in two
Can't be mended
Nothing you can do anymore
Mindless torture
Savage Killings
Nothing physical
All emotional
Walking through day by day
Look around
Nobody sees or knows

What it's like
Only me
133 · Jul 2020
My dog
Angela Jul 2020
She tilts her head with her smile
with her unique style.

So persistent with her dance.
That it's so happenstance.

with such a voice.
that we all rejoice.
130 · Jun 2020
The Demons
Angela Jun 2020
I told u I was fine
All I need is a glass of water
To take some pills
I never knew u cared
Your eyes were blank with blackness
That was all I needed
You wouldn't under stand all the nights I spent shivering
Hiding from my dreams
I would paint the sky with my tears
I have lost too many times
I have failed too many things
My arms are the proof of my revenge
Memories hopefully forgot come flooding back in
I grab for a knife to cut out the pain, horror, memories, and the nightmares I have of you
While I bleed I see the memories, horror, pain, and nightmares start to flow out with the colors of blood.
Then the knife falls from my hand and drops into the puddle of memories, horror, pain,   and nightmares with the color of blood red.
When you need to clean your sins my wrist were made to bleed
I can't sleep tonight the demons of mind take over and haunt my soul and mind
Every night is a sleepless night when the demons taunt and play and rip apart you insides and blood filled with memories, pain, horror, and nightmares come flowing out in the tears the roll down my cheeks in the middle of a restless night.
Each restless night I spend with the demons I make peace with the darkness
The last night I spend with these demons will be the last night I live.
This is one of my lows no u didn't do what I wrote this in my head this is what came out
124 · Jul 2020
Soulmate
Angela Jul 2020
Someone told me my soul mate was you,
Now I'm crossing my fingers hoping it's true.
I'm jumping off of buildings just to fall in your arms,
Following the rainbow, like lucky charms.

If it's you, then count on me.
If you're the one for me,
Then I will be wherever you need me to be.
Take a chance and you'll see.

This is crazy, but so is love.
So lets run, until we're free of,
All these people, and all their words.
Grab my hand, and we'll fly, like one of the birds.
104 · Jul 2020
For my mother, my friend
Angela Jul 2020
I don't think I ever told you,  how much I appreciate the things you do.  You have been there when I cried,  and always known when I've lied.  You taught me how to read and sing,  and punished me when I did the wrong thing.  You were there to tell me goodnight,  and always knew how to make things all right.  I look up to you, Mom,  and I love you very much.  I don't know what it would be like  without your loving touch.  You will always come first in my heart,  no matter how far we are apart.  Mom, I have not told you,  I don't know where I've been.  You're not only just my mother,  you're forever my best friend.
92 · Jul 2020
Into madness
Angela Jul 2020
Follow the thought as it hops away,
into the deep dark hole.
Let curiosity lead a spring to your step,
to chase after the unknown.
Endlessly, endlessly let yourself fall,
into the vivid black.
Either choose to change or stay mundane,
for there is no turning back.

Run, run, into the fields,
where ideas bud in the plain.
They sprout and grow and wither.
Better pluck a few good ones to save.
Wander until you know where to go,
for Anywhere will never do.
Morph into the form that you wish to be.
Do not hide in your cocoon.

Be deaf towards scarring words of scorn.
Allow no one to take your head.
The day the dreams you have become not your own,
shall be the day your Self is dead.
Remember that thought you followed,
away from the world of bitter hate,
and stumbled towards the world where people learn to love
themselves before it was too late.

Fall into the madness.
Question not where it leads.
Follow no path set before you,
or you'll never be set free.
Forge your way of Madness.
Do not be afraid, my dear.
Have no fear, no one will judge you,
for we are all mad here.
89 · Jul 2020
New Moon
Angela Jul 2020
They're all around you,
Fighting for more.
Red eyes glowing,
Body shaking.
Moving closer,
Temptation too strong.
Mind a mess,
Unable to stop...
Under the light of the moon.

Mind whirling,
Tears dripping.
Rigid, unable to move.
Forehead sweating,
Body numb.
Fear lays restless,
Thunder booms...
Under the light of the moon.

Moving closer,
Loosing control.
Red eyes turn livid,
Ready to pounce.
Arms reaching,
Hands grasping,
Pulling closer, closer, closer...
Under the light of the moon.

Chest aching,
Lungs screaming.
Pain shooting,
Burning from inside out.
Legs kicking,
Stomach twisting,
Longing to be relieved...
Under the light of the moon.

Ravenous,
Hungry for more.
Lost all control.
Taste satisfying,
Beginning to stop.
Frenzy over,
All can relax.
Under the light of the moon.

Tossed aside,
Writhing in pain.
Consciousness slipping away.
Calmness swept over me,
Pain all gone.
Finally I could relax...
Under the light of the new moon.
87 · Jul 2020
Mystery of me
Angela Jul 2020
There is a voice I cannot quiet,
It lives inside my heart and mind,
Its' song comes out when I cannot hide
The Mystery of Me.

The Mystery of Me, Longing to set it Free,
To open my eyes and aboundingly see.

Why does it torment me so?
Something I once let go,
A part of myself I gave away,
And now my Dreams are having their Day.

And why does it come now?
After all these years and how!
Thoughts so powerful that I dare to Dream
Things aren't always what they seem.

Or is it wondering about what can last,
that dreams pick up and create a past?
To captivate my spirit and break its fast
For the Mystery of Me.
84 · Jun 2020
Death of a pen
Angela Jun 2020
Oh, pen.
There you lie,
Cold and pale,
With your jaunty cap askew.
NO more ink
Courses through your vein.
You've bled your last drop
On my paper.
No more will I chew on you,
pondering poetry.
No more will you take down my thoughts.
No more marking or jotting.
You have come to an end,
Oh my dear, sweet,
Lifeless pen.
In college my pen busted in the middle of my midterm paper. I got emotional
79 · Jul 2020
Dark
Angela Jul 2020
He was chained to his transgressions. He could not escape the evils he had done. The shadows lurked around him, waiting to strike if he made any attempt to escape, and if the darkness made its move, he made no attempt to resist. Nameless was he. Does it really matter? He hadn't seen another person in years, let alone made any sort of human or social contact. The darkness was his only companion, but a better term for that would be his keeper, his master, his captor. He was trapped in a world of mind games and lies. He could not get out. A ray of sunshine broke through the clouds and shone on him, but he cowered under the presence of what is good. He could not turn back. In his eyes, he deserved the torment he had subjected himself to The self-imposed exile was agonizing, but it was the only option he would accept, nothing more, nothing less. He closed his eyes and, for the first time in years, breathed a sigh of relief as the shadows welcomed him, devouring everything in his essence.
77 · Jul 2020
Evil
Angela Jul 2020
Hear no, speak no,
See no evil or any
Such thing; though
The taste is tempting.

There are many
Others; a deep
Many that plenty
Sold their soul to me.

I've met men
Who cannot find
The precious end
That escapes them.

I've met eyes
That cry tears
Of empty lies
And sweet release.

Faithless fools
That struggle to
Prevail; spools of
Fate will bind them.

Ancient power, have
You heard of me?
Perhaps not; slaved
Spirits hear no evil.

Black hands and
Black arms caress;
You may stand
Against and with me.

Invisible to you,
For if you saw me,
Then I, through
Your eyes see evil.

Your fear is vain;
You are safe with me.
The taste of your pain
Shall only be mine.

They speak of me,
Yet they do not know
Of what I might be,
For then they speak

Evil.
77 · Jul 2020
Horror Scene
Angela Jul 2020
My head throbs,
My heart pounds,
A bead of sweat drips down my forehead
I remain still, holding my breath
I listen tentatively,
Listening
Listening for footsteps, and your shallow breaths.
The floor boards creek beneath your weight,
As if they surrenders to you
I begin shaking with fear
You're now in the same room,
Searching
Searching for me
A breeze blows in the window
Drafting your sent to me
Metal, oil, and wood chips.
My hair whips ; surrendering my position.
You come over and grab my hair
Your eyes blaze in mine
A cold endless void,
Possessed by demons ; so full of hatred
A gleam of steel,
The stabs in my ribs,
The pool of blood by my body,
As my soul drifts away
From this horror scene you made reality
75 · Jul 2020
Love
Angela Jul 2020
I approach the room
Just beyond the door
Darkness
Always looking for my love
Cobwebbed walls look intently upon me
Admonishing
Urging me
Run
Yet I will not leave without you.
The moon peers
through a broken window
Casting its blue light on my pallid skin
Blood red lips yearn to kiss you
Fingernails painted the shade of death  
search in vain for your frail shoulders
Wine on the mantle
the color of deep crimson  
A half drunk glass
A knife
A scream
I will never leave without you.
67 · Aug 2020
Looking
Angela Aug 2020
A breeze washed over the shivering hills allowing them to rise and fall like a mother's gentle hush Quieting the sun-rays to curl within the drops of dew and nestle atop the tree scratching flight upon a beating butterfly and dispersing amongst  spinning  auburn creeks. The wind gently tugged at a mass of wild hair Strays unraveling as invisible fingertips danced through the songbirds lullaby. Fingers lost in buttercup sand eyes merely resting where the sky meets the earth laughing in colorful shades and spinning in the watery sunset. I have found happiness.

The storyteller is lost in us Don't ask me where he went I see his traces in the words you write But his power is truly spent And all I see now is meaningless Words made simply for the thrill Belted out by a literary killer  Monster, looking for a fill.

— The End —