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Angela Moreno Nov 2015
You came without warning,
Your feet held no footsteps.
You entered in
And tied our hands behind our backs
With thick, sweet lies
And a false sense of security.
You locked the door behind you
And made us hostages,
Trapped by a thousand impossible promises.
You stole our peace at night,
Replacing them with terror
With the very same hands
That tucked us into bed.
You mentally ***** us
With your cowardly threats
And mind shifting chants.
We were left victims
And you were left victor.
Yet we wish not for our freedom
Nor our innocence back
(Though countless are the hours
We would fight to taste these again).
We only wish
That you had not broken our ankles
So that we may warn the others
Before you break down the door.
Angela Moreno Nov 2015
It was in that moment
That I knew you were the one,
For when you touched me,
My hand did not pull away from your grasp,
And the terrifying memories
Stayed far away where they belong.
No questions or hesitations,
No shutters as before,
Just my heart leaping with feelings of ecstasy,
Praying that you never let go.
Angela Moreno Oct 2015
The shotgun roars.
It rips through the cool silence
Of the night,
Unexpected and uninvited,
Like a woman's scream
In a horror movie,
Spine-chilling, disturbing, and cruel.
Yet once the echoes die away
The night returns to silence.
All evidence of any noise gone,
As I bury my face into my pillow,
Soaked with my emotions
And fears of daybreak,
Praying I imagined it all.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish you had stayed.
Angela Moreno Oct 2015
I have trouble with myself
For as I look out into the world,
I see lives being saved,
Changes being made.
Scientists discovering,
Engineers building,
Inventors inventing--
And all I have to offer
Are a few sad poems,
Pathetic,
Fragile and bony,
Just like the hands that make them.
Angela Moreno Oct 2015
I wish that I could give it up.
That it were only a license
Expiring over time.
But alas, it is inborn,
A divine curse, artistry is.
A curse for there is no choice.
Had there been a choice I would have ran
Far into the opposite direction.
For you could not know unless it were you.
As others only see the births,
And are ignorant as to what it is
To live with the mother inside you.
I fear she has a plan to **** me
And to use me as her means.
She plans to steal my sleep from me.
To convince me I do not deserve rest
Until his face emerges from charcoal
Or until I find a way
To make horses in water a metaphor.
She plans to make me mad
And in this moment holds the lead.
I have forgotten to eat.
I am paranoid every hour.
Someone is watching,
Something is lurking.
Sounds make me cry.
Lights hurt my eyes.
I feel people in my bed.
Even now as I write this,
There is a man standing before me
(That I am certain is not real),
Clothed in white
With an outstretched hand,
Oh so inviting.
Angela Moreno Oct 2015
Please don't do that.
Please don't kiss me and remind me of what could be,
Visions of waking up to that kiss,
If only, if only you didn't love her.
Right as I fully dedicate
To letting my heart forget you,
There you go again.
You kissed me
"As a friend."
Some nerve you have.
Thinking you can,
Because it's on the cheek,
Therefore it's nothing.
Thinking it's nothing,
Thinking I'd think it's nothing
After you broke my heart.
Please, please don't do this.
Kiss me and walk away
With her in your arms.
Angela Moreno Oct 2015
All he wants is an out.
An out from this place
He knows will never be home.
And he has a plan.
But he's starting to panic,
For he's down to pennies,
Out of quarters,
And can already see
The dreaded bottom of the jar.
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