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 May 2016 Angela G
Deeee
I danced in fields of flora and fauna. I danced among the birds, and the falling leaves danced around me.
I walked along roads of concrete and humans. I walked on the stone, and the people walked beside me.
I swam in oceans of salt and sharks. I swam in the water, and the fish swam underneath me.
I flew in a sky of clouds and wind. I flew in the air, and the rain fell below me.
Then i met you.
You flew in fields of concrete and water.
You danced on roads of water and clouds.
You walked on oceans of flora and wind.
You swam in a sky of salt and humans.
I was baffled.
Now we dance in the rain, with falling leaves around us.
And we fly with the birds, and the clouds beneath us.
We swim in the air, people oblivious.
**And we walk with each other, all the way to the end.
Looking at the ground,
She sees more beauty
Than she ever could have
If she had looked up.

Eyes trained on her on her toes,
She understands,
Beauty is in the person
Who is seeing.

And her beauty
Is just a little
Different
Than everyone else's.
04-26-16
 Apr 2016 Angela G
jerely
i taught myself with books to read,
evaluate things of what life is all about.
a bucket to discover & explore.
watching inspirational,
documentary movies
that made us think deeply
and realize to it.
like there is a lot to be curious
of what is inside there.
we are once a witness
of unresolved matters,
seeing a ****** one hell.
and yet we are still blind
for so many reasons
to be feared
of a change
that's impossible
to happen.
& so we need us
to change for
a better improvement
of this crying Earthly
that still calling for a change.
don't be afraid to seek for justice & truth
speak for what is right.

april 28, 2016
jerelii
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 Apr 2016 Angela G
the dead bird
you turn me
into someone
I am not-
but-
the only time I am myself
is with you.

you are the sunshine:
with a small taste
I feel
radiant,
effortless,
full.
with too much,
I get burnt.

like a moth
to a light-bulb;
I seek you.
I will fry myself-
I will burn-
just to feel your warmth.

the hot sunshine
in the desert
forms
a mirage,
an oasis,
a luscious stream of water
to quench
my endless thirst.

when I am close enough
to reach it,
I realize there was
nothing.
all along-
my paradise-
nothing
but the hot,
dry sunshine
and my
never-fulfilled desire.

engulf my planet,
fatal fireball,
disguised as an
angelĀ from afar;
I want my skin to melt
in your
blistering light,
like a candlestick.
I want to
melt into a puddle
of who I once was.

I don't know how to live without you.
 Apr 2016 Angela G
Lunar
his nature
 Apr 2016 Angela G
Lunar
he was made of atoms
kissed by stardust
and droplets of sunshine
little flame wisps of passion
and night rays of the moon
he surges through my entity
crashing on me like the wild sea
soft but firm like the ground beneath my feet
holding me high up like a strong tree
and in this nature, this universe
where i thought i was lost
and searched a way to escape it all
but in his nature, i was found
i wrote this for clara, to mean that there are sometimes where we want to escape our universe or this world because we feel lost, only to realize that we are safe and sound at home here, and we cannot escape reality because it chases us like how the sun chases the moon and vice versa. and also how wonwoo is clara's universe and she can never escape from him and his nature (and his love for it). in the end, i know you always come home to him.
 Apr 2016 Angela G
Lunar
and they don't call him a garden fairy without a reason. the garden fairy secretly visits his favorite place in the world, every morning and night. his smile, like the warm morning sun, makes the flowers grow. his deft hands, like water, caress the young floral buds, quenching the thirst. his feet walk through the weeds, turning them into blossoms. his fingers, like the wind, skim the blades of high grass, without his flesh being cut. his voice, like growth nutrients, nurtured the changing. he never failed to tend to his garden that it was so taken care of, it flourished under his love. both the garden fairy and his garden bloomed in every season imaginable, in every time of the day, month and year. she was his garden, and he was her garden fairy.
to my child who still enjoys playing with the flowers and the gardener whom she dearly loves.
 Apr 2016 Angela G
timothy
You.
 Apr 2016 Angela G
timothy
If only you knew how loved you are,
How your worth exceeds wealth by far;
Then you would never shed a tear,
And you would never know a fear.

If only you knew the price I'd pay,
With death and grave the games I'd play;
To see your lips curve a smile again,
'Cause without you all the world is in vain.
For you.
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