Angelique Paolucci

Angelique Paolucci Dec 2014

The warm wood reflects
The sunlight streaming in from the windows.
Every corner is lit with warmth
And happiness.
Yet here I am.
Sitting underneath blankets,
With darkness swirling within me.
Darkness so black, no light can pierce it.
Sadness and loneliness fills me.
I just need someone to understand.
But no one does.
So throw on a smile dear and act normal.
No one will know the difference anyway.

Angelique Paolucci Nov 2014

Snowflakes Refuse to Fall

I'm so tired of this.
This overwhelming sadness and frustration.
Self destruction is what I'm best at.
I hate myself more than
Anyone could hate me.
I stare into mirrors,
And I criticize and pick out
Every stupid flaw.
That's why I'm afraid of mirrors,
They show me in my worst state.
I thought leaving that **** town
Would change everything.
But here I am,
Wallowing in self pity
And despising every inch of myself.
Being by myself allows the
Voices to grow louder
Until they are screaming and
I'm screaming right back.
I hate this so much.
Its an effort to do the dishes.
Its an effort to do anything.
This is me in my worst state.
*So why are you still here?

Angelique Paolucci Oct 2014

This Won't End

Even when Venice is taken by the sea,
I will still love you.
Ancient buildings will crumble to dust,
I will love you.
Pyramids are reclaimed by the desert
And the Great Sphinx is faceless,
My love for you will live on.
When the tower of Pisa finally falls,
My love will still stand tall for you.
Modern music will become oldies,
Tomorrows events will be ancient history soon.
You and I will eventually be forgotten.
Yet my love for you will never be forgotten.
It will continue throughout time.
Cars will take off and fly,
Yet you ground me.
My love you cannot imagine how much you mean to me.
There aren't enough words in the world to describe how much
I adore you.
But I hope this poem gives you a small insight to how I feel.
No matter what,
I will love you now and for all the rest of time.

Angelique Paolucci Jul 2014

Just a Silly Poem

To be buried alive, what a fright!
I'd rather fly a kite.
Have the wind blow through my hair.
Then have my s'more taken by a bear.
Why am I so off track?
Seems to always happen to me and that's a fact.

Angelique Paolucci Jul 2014

It Will Eventually End

I've been here for five days now.
Five days in this white walled, roomy apartment
With my other half.
Four nights we slept together.
When I go home, everything will change.
No more random kissing,
Or bass playing,
Or random I love you's,
Or even hearing his voice mumble
Some silly thing as we lay in bed.
We may sit in silence for a while,
While he works but it doesn't matter to me.
Just being near him is beyond good enough for me.
It feels like my heart will burst from
All of the love I have for him.
Tomorrow I go home.
It will be extraordinarily difficult
For me to leave him.
He will be in an another state
And an hour away.
Yet every single second with him,
I'm so grateful for.
Even when we do nothing, I'm grateful for it.
I'd rather do nothing with him
Than with someone else.

Angelique Paolucci Jun 2014

Blue Blankets

His calloused fingers strum his guitar,
Letting out heavy metal music,
That swirls around us.
His fingers run up and down my back,
Playing the keys there.
The music echos within me,
All the way to my bones.
He inspires me to be better
And to do well in school.
He is perfectly divine but
He laughs at me when I tell him so.
Laying in the wide bed together,
There is no where else I would rather be.
He thinks he is falling for me.
I have already started to fall
And let me tell you
It is a lovely fall.

Angelique Paolucci May 2014

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