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May 2013 · 905
No Prince Charming's
Angelique May 2013
I've been told of love stories but what happened to all the mistakes made along the way?
Those stories of passion turned to regret...
Fondness turned to hatred....
What about being ******* over after being *******?
Am I supposed to believe that fairy tales are all that exist when I observe what reality really is?
I haven't really looked this poem over since I wrote it just a few minutes ago...I guess it is just a draft until I can edit it.

Fairy tales only serve the purpose of riling up kids to think that their Prince Charming exist but then they are broken down by reality. I think there is a type of Prince Charming that exists in reality....When you find a guy that meets more than your physical needs such as engaging you intellectually and emotionally....and respects you as a strong women that you are, then you have the right to call that guy your Prince Charming. It might be a distorted version then what you expected as a young girl but perhaps it is a better version.
May 2013 · 804
Untitled
Angelique May 2013
It's 4:30 in the morning
I'm writing
                 studying
                               singing
                                            dancing
                                                         listening to music
My room is alive
While the rest of the house sleeps
So I decided to stay up and get some work done since I have a lot to do... I took a nap for about two hours at like 8 pm and woke up at 10pm and now it's 4:30 am. I finished an exam paper and two essays. I just started writing my English final.. I am literally just going crazy... for some reason I'm really hyped up and I'm listening to some music..In about two hours or a bit less I'll get dressed for school...
May 2013 · 1.1k
Fall into Death
Angelique May 2013
I absolutely hate having a crush on someone.
You constantly feel like nothing because you think you could never be good enough for them.
How am I supposed to look him in the eye when my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest?
I kind of hope I never fall in love because if liking someone is this painful, falling in love might **** me.
May 2013 · 961
My version of a love poem
Angelique May 2013
I've been living for your thoughts
My writing  has become mind numbing work for you
Every word uttered belongs to you
My confidence withers under your stare and my heart beats to the extreme
but I'll never be the girl of your dreams
So this is yet another poem that has not been edited. I'll look it over later......
Lately I found myself attempting to write love poems...here is the result.
Angelique May 2013
Just know time
                         At night his mind looks at things with a little bit of light
His
       lost soul is pained inside his old body pretending to have purpose
His
       reflection is anything but proud
                                                           ­  just distorted and aged
He
     never knew bliss even at a young age
His
      father never cared to know that he lived
He
     then ended up married to a girl who only knew how to drink
His
      regrets flowed through his veins giving him the energy to forgive
                             but when time finally caught up
                            this meek figure had already fallen
So I wrote this but I haven't really looked it over so this is just kind of like a draft until I have more time to change a lot of things.
May 2013 · 998
Where have the nights gone?
Angelique May 2013
How he feels about me
   Old conversations
      Embarrassing moments
         Depressing moments
           Family
             School
               Poetry
                 Future plans
These thoughts constantly set up sleepless nights
Not even a poem. I am just currently thinking about those things and they do usually keep me up at night. I'll post something better later.

By the way.....I've been listening to Green Eyes by Wavves and I cannot get it out of my head! So yeah that is currently the song I listen to the most.
Apr 2013 · 644
Untitled
Angelique Apr 2013
Do you get life?
                                           Do I get life?
               I know the answer to that. It is simple. If I got life, I would understand you. But I dont and I am ok with that. I am ok with the fact that I have to be wondering if you are my so called friend. Life is a mystery and so are you. You don't know what's coming next is it life is it death? You are only what you are because you made yourself, you cannot blame it on any one else. You have faults, everyone does, but yours are of not being understood. You stop communication, you yourself stop understanding. People talk to you, you dont answer. You are lost, with no one who cares enough to find you. If I care enough to find you, you are in to deep too be seen, in too deep to be found. You brought yourself there, you are to blame. Nobody else, not me
I was like in 6th grade when I wrote this. I did not do any editing at all. I copied it and did not change any words or punctuation so it is exactly like it was when I wrote it in 6th grade. I'll probably look over it sometime but for now I haven't changed anything. I still remember this poem and why I wrote it. It was about a friend. She was just busy with so many things that were not making her happy and she was cutting me off when I was trying to help so I ended up writing about her. It seems like I was making a big deal out of it because I was only in 6th grade but things are not always what they seem.
It's really awful but keep in mind that I was like 11 or 12. I don't know if that's a good excuse but yeahh
Angelique Apr 2013
You tried to decipher my
                                                   m
                                                       i
                                                         x
                                                            e
 ­                                                             d
                                                        signals
P r o b i n g into my feelings and thoughts only grew u s  apart
Hope for change in the way that
                                                       I am
                                           only caused us pain
You had told me love would change me but you never took into account all the
                                                                ­                                                  flaws
                                                                ­                                      we never knew about
Day after day of trying the same things only ended in
                                                                ­                           disappointment
                                                                ­                                                     despair
                                                         ­                                                                 ­       and hatred
When our faith in what could be achieved
                       ceased to exist
and our love
                      finally grew t h i n
                                                              o­nly few words were left to say
I wrote this on Friday the 12th of April

So yeah....I hope you like the poem and the format I put it in.

There are certain parts of it that I am unhappy with so I'll probably edit it later on.
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
Silence
Angelique Mar 2013
Starts out awful
Continues on the same destructive path
reaching the end, you either fall off or return the way you arrived
and chose a method that lets you sleep at night
Held on too tight
perhaps I just waited too long
Sulking in my own world filled with despair
wondering what I truly deserved if not the worst
While entertained in my thoughts reality woke and got away
it was hard to catch it and beg it to stay
So I just let it go and slept the days away
Mar 2013 · 1.0k
untitled
Angelique Mar 2013
Orange
simplicity
or
fiery
and
passionate

Yellow
serene
or
excited delight

Blue
        Green
                   Red
                          Black
                             ­      Pink
What's your perception of the colors that surround our world?
I know, I know.....awful poem. I was trying show a specific message but it did not go so well.....
I think when I'm feeling up to it, I'll edit it and change some stuff....if I even chose to keep it on here but for now this is the rough draft of a poem........
Feb 2013 · 827
I am
Angelique Feb 2013
I am** what I hope
I wonder how many stars the sky holds
I hear the world whispering
I see people changing
I want what is fair
I pretend to look clearly through looking glass
I feel like the world does not care but just rather stare
I touch the lives of no one I know
I worry they would not care if I go
I cry for the past because the future has arrived
I understand the problems at hand
I say I don't care if anyone ever shows me what love truly is but
I dream someday someone will adore me as much as I adore them
I try my best but I fail anyways
I hope what the future has in mind for me completes my life perfectly
So the beginning to each of those sentences came from a worksheet we had to fill in for guidance in the beginning of the year. I bolded the part that came from the worksheet and the rest is what I filled in. I decided to go deeper into each one and this was the result. I then transferred it into my poetry notebook which I recently went through and decided to post it on here. It's not really a poem but....

On another note I took this long personality test and when I read the results I was surprised to find that it described me pretty accurately. I mean I'm not one to take personality tests or anything but I was on stumbleupon and stumbled onto the website. Here are the results because I figured you read my poetry so why not learn what I'm really like.

You're a Seeker. You're a warm and generous soul with lots of natural empathy. You enjoy making deep connections and are really tuned in to how those around you are feeling.

A sensitive soul with an expressive nature, you tend to be a romantic at heart. Sometimes you love nothing more than escaping into your very own dreamworld. Spontaneous new experiences can be inspiring to you, and you like exploring your creative side from time to time.

Right now, you may feel like life's a bit boring. You're stuck in the same old routine and could probably do with a bit of a change.

When it comes to making change in your life, it may be that it's time for a change of scene. If moving isn't an option, then why not think about little changes you can make around the home to freshen things up? There's lots you can do that won't break the bank.

It's important for you to remember to tap into your inner strength and to believe in yourself. Take on new challenges and stay stimulated so you remain enthusiastic and inspired by life. As a Seeker, you get excited by new ideas. You like adventure and original experiences that stimulate and challenge your status quo. Stay inspired with a rich mix of activities, and find time for hobbies that allow you to explore your creative side. Learn to recognise when you need variety in your life, and then incorporate it into your daily plans.

You understand the importance of quiet reflection on your deepest hopes and desires. Your faith is a wonderful gift that gives you strength and support in everything you do. Make sure you have the confidence to carve out that space for yourself however busy your schedule may be.
Feb 2013 · 564
Distant, Missed and Gone
Angelique Feb 2013
Trying to impress the people all around me but forgetting what is acting and reality
Feeling lost in my pretending world and having trouble finding myself
Who could not say when sorrow arrived I did not run the other way?
When happiness arrived I came to greet it but where was I when sorrow occupied the space where happiness now stands?
I was nowhere
I could not be found
Lost in my pretending world safe and sound
I came about when sorrow fled and happiness came instead
The place that I had escaped to, distant
The safety it provided, missed
The child of imagination, gone
Well I wrote this a bit ago and was going through my notebook when I found this poem and decided to post it.
Feb 2013 · 425
Times
Angelique Feb 2013
Sometimes I see myself as alright and am glad to think that a future is in sight
Sometimes I see myself as so awful I began to regret the thought of another day
Sometimes I see what remains of the past because in my mind it never healed
And at times I just shut out what anyone ever says about me because what I think of myself is far worse
Anyways yeah so I wrote this I don't really have anything to say about it but I wrote it with the hope that it speaks for how someone is feeling at the moment.

*Do not *alter* this*
Feb 2013 · 673
Haven't got a title yet....
Angelique Feb 2013
Earliest memories are the sweetest but once knowledge steps in deception is all that stays
Lies filled with care and limits set by fear
The truth left a bitter taste for those who had to eat their words
All those sad lovers grew into thinking they would never care for the light of a suitor's eyes
True love will be found in time to those who live to see it
So yeah... I wrote this in art class.
I have a ten day break from school so hopefully I'll get some writing done. I actually got some books I really want to read so maybe I can get a chance to read those.
Jan 2013 · 485
Untitled
Angelique Jan 2013

Well....  I wrote this and have not figured out a title for it yet.
Angelique Jan 2013
Scared
and
Disoriented
The passion within  is trapped in a vault
Locked and no combination in sight
-Left-
-Right-
-Left-
The tries are in vain
For we will never live to be the same
Ah today is Fine Arts day at school. I am utterly disappointed today. Just with everything I guess. My math grade ***** and needs to be raised desperately. I also lost a book that is assigned to be read for a class. I literally looked everywhere for that book and could not find it. I went to every classroom that I had that day, I checked my house, and my car. It is so frustrating. I hate losing things. Based on my luck I will probably find it after we finished reading the book. Hopefully I'll find it soon but until then, here is a poem I wrote today.

Quick Update: I had a long weekend due to having an extra day off and decided that I was going to search for my book.... after searching for 30 minutes I ended up finding my book. I found it in our "library" which is basically a room filled with books. Apparently I brought it up and never brought it back down. At least I found it!
Jan 2013 · 2.8k
The Neighborhood
Angelique Jan 2013
Half destroyed houses
Yards that are empty and dry
A staircase that leads nowhere
Broken windows are left unnoticed
Barely alive
Life is sparked and people cause a fire
Fire burned down the neighborhood
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Queen of Spades
Angelique Jan 2013
A necklace lies upon her breast
A deck of cards in her hands
Creating a perfect illusion of attractiveness
In the eyes of another man
She creates doubts in those with confidence
An image of desire
Held only for a night
Once given and received
Her presence is no longer needed
Worth nothing but dust
She holds a new deck
I actually wrote the first 2 lines like 2 weeks ago on a paper but had trouble finishing the poem. Today right before geometry began, I took out the piece of paper in my pocket and I finished the poem quickly.
Dec 2012 · 513
Just a note
Angelique Dec 2012
Written upon a receipt
From the store you visited long ago
You've been gone since yesterday
Upon it lays your fine handwriting
Stating why and how
Little did I know
Could have gone all along
It is just a note
but it holds my world in it's ink
Okay so I want everyone to interpret their own way but just to say a bit about what I thought about before writing it... I wrote it with the idea in mind of a person leaving another person and wanting to leave them for so long and actually writing a goodbye note to them on a store receipt because they were desperate to say goodbye and a receipt is all they had for paper and they didn't care much about the person therefore just choosing to write a goodbye note on a reciept (Kind of like this person decided to leave and they were in the car when they came to this conclusion.. they had no paper but a receipt)  After a while this person puts aside the idea of leaving until one day they get frustrated and leave... leaving that note written on a receipt (the receipt stamps the date and time they visted the store therefore letting the person who was left know that they had thought about leaving for some time)
Dec 2012 · 1.3k
Reflection of a Battle
Angelique Dec 2012
Want to see the reflection of the battle?
It is pale and gray and seems like it is fading
Nothing can save it
No actions can change its appearance or the memories left behind
It is a battered, broken and slowly becoming less visible
Hidden behind all it can find
And what it once was, is no where in sight
I wrote this a couple of minutes ago. When I feel like writing I can write something in a couple of minutes but when I don't I can never come up with anything to write about.
Just something else to add... I cannot get Third Eye Blind- Jumper out of my head. It's like when you cannot get a song out of your head so you are constantly singing/humming it 24/7. Yup that is my situation. Anyways sorry for my random note.
Dec 2012 · 482
Laughter Has Ended
Angelique Dec 2012
Nothing could have prepared me
Laughter received me
The shock
The pain
Laughter receded
Dec 2012 · 1.1k
Madness
Angelique Dec 2012
Innocence welcomed me with understanding and ease
but imagination whispered hungrily
I made wishes in a field of ashes
and
it seems like I had made a decision despite the madness
Short poem.. I had something on mind when I wrote it.
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
The Twisted Canvas of Life
Angelique Dec 2012
Guilt speaks desperately and the infinite stream of sanity
slowly crashes into a burst of sudden echoes
The promising canvas of life hangs twisted and the wandering nightmares,
gather unseen
The illusion allows ignorance to act freely and agony laughs
at those memories
Depression trails behind treasure and destroyed hopes surrender,
to tragedy
Desperation and temptation make way for distorted possibilities
Dec 2012 · 594
Eternal Steps of Loss
Angelique Dec 2012
She would love to know the time of night that the life in her heart walked away
Remember the old tears that left thoughts on her skin and hoped upon the dark cold sky
True beautiful dreams that stopped the girl from going forever into the moment
She better open the years and walk through the sweet truths that felt close to death
Regret finally lunges towards the existence of a smile
The missing bitter questions pose themselves and change secrets
Age changes the lovers and the universe whispers sins
And the mad distant screams build eternal steps of loss
Yet to be edited
Nov 2012 · 851
The Words of Others
Angelique Nov 2012
An understanding friend
Helps realize the beauty in the room
That in the morning you'll forget for a wanted bed
Saw that today lies awaiting the stars
and watch from the door as the world changes
The wonder of the memories in the darkness of the moon
Silence living high, matters great when starting to play
And the perfect small fight is different in falling and thinking strongly
Yes, I finally set peace knowing you couldn't bring reality
Laughter filled children tried to reach windows instead of the future
And I finally taste simplicity
Nov 2012 · 409
Stand Awake
Angelique Nov 2012
Be vigilant
There is always danger lurking around
the sudden sound can wake
and hold you prisoner to be taken away
Well... this is a very short poem...
Nov 2012 · 631
Words left unspoken
Angelique Nov 2012
"Sorry about your wall."
          "Help me tear it down?"
"I failed to see the true reason behind your actions."
           "I know, I felt ignored and never felt welcomed through any door."
"I was just like them, rejecting you without a cause and without a thought."
           "Although there were many, you were the most significant. It damaged my heart to see you act so carelessly."
"Why was I noteworthy? You said it yourself, I was only one of many fools."
            "You were the only one I ever cared about and when you left, I felt like I lived in complete darkness."
"I've come back to restore hope in your life and take you into the light."
            "It has become too late, my breath has grown shallow and my memory weak. I am no longer the person I seem."
"The future can still be created and strength can be built......"*
His words were lost forever and so was she.
This is a confusing poem to follow along with.... the lesson that I thought of as I was writing it was do not leave words unspoken. It's a shame to lose a relationship with a person because you did not want to clear the air. So go tell them what you need to and don't lose them. Don't leave words unspoken because sooner or later you'll regret it.
Nov 2012 · 620
Getting Away
Angelique Nov 2012
To rid the fears from your mind
You must forget the source
from which they came
Escape your fears
Because it always seems
Like you hold back tears
Conquer your fears
And you will rise above them
Do not let them ruin your life
Or soon you will be running for your life
Learn to fight them
Or learn to hide them
Find a way to have a smile on your face
So you cannot tell
That you have put them away
Lost them in the path that I have walked
Never cared to look in reverse
For fear that they might return
I kept my face hidden from the dark
Because I knew that fear lurked not so far
My mind was suddenly at ease  
When I realized at what was lost
The fear that had enveloped my mind
Was suddenly gone
Sooo.... wrote this last year for English class. I wrote it at the last minute while my editing partner was getting very annoyed at my careless behavior. I'm pretty sure I just finished writing it so she would stop making aggravating comments.
Nov 2012 · 6.5k
This Liking I Have
Angelique Nov 2012
I have a crush-no wait it's a liking

I do not know him in reality
Only through his writing

He seems to know his way with words
Which makes me wonder about his love
notes that must flow with admiration towards the girl he chases

An unimaginable distance separates us
Not only in miles but in understanding

He might be a lovely poet
But his lack of comprehension makes me worry

I have made a fool out of myself
In talking to him I have missed the obvious

His thoughts are written mysteriously and beautifully
But in his mind, I do not exist
Oh god, most days I wonder why I even wrote this.
Nov 2012 · 572
Run to
Angelique Nov 2012
I want to run to the place that engulfed my dreams
feel the cold pavement beneath my feet
never have I wished that I was not there because I am the happiest standing there
the wind lashing against my skin
make my heart pound against the barrier of my chest
to be able to never leave this place
leaving suddenly
wander and wish that you could stay for a little while
but life never fails to go on
and you are forced to move along
You go to other places
Though they are never the same
Those places will never make you as happy as this
It is such a shame...
Nov 2012 · 1.4k
"Where will you go?"
Angelique Nov 2012
Death is when we truly begin to breath
A sigh of relief
No more troubles
That invade our mind
And makes us restless
At night
No more steps towards uncertainties
That can make us depressed beyond the boundaries of our mind
No more goal that are impossible to achieve
And make the hopes within our soul jump off of a bridge and reach its death eventually
The freedom gained by death elates us
but forces us to say," The end is near but the beginning surrounds us above and below. Where will you go?"
Oct 2012 · 886
A game worth playing
Angelique Oct 2012
Death and sorrow
The horror, The Horror
Run and Hide
For it shall seek you
Like a child's game
He screams after you
Calling your name til he finds you
You can't reach the safe zone
Because it does not exist
The closest you get is heaven
But that comes after you have been hit
If you misbehave hell is your destination
Like the corner in which a child is seated
The exception is you never leave it
Some say we are destined for dirt
but no one is sure
Life is the game played
Where you end up afterwards
Is a mystery worth finding
I was trying convey death as a child's game.
Oct 2012 · 1.1k
We are a nation
Angelique Oct 2012
I shall go
To not be judged
but hope to be let out and loved
Will it ever go my way?
The nation has buckled under the pressure
No one is certain in how they live
The paranoia has reached us
and
we are no longer the way that they have taught us
Stand Tall
Be confident in who you are
We are one as a nation
and
We believe in obligation
Not two against another
But one complete and together

— The End —