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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.
743 · Oct 2013
Unwanted Reality
Angelique Oct 2013
The blue wanted to believe that the truth was trying to turn, run and touch the wronged
but death opened the room which broke the silent ground
It worked slowly I mean it could not speak
                                             could not even touch the ground if it wished
It just grew while reality filled ones feelings
Men stood green instead of trees and the strongest heart was that of an infant
Hmm well I could explain this but I think a big part of poetry is letting people interpret it. I like letting people turn it into their own.
743 · Jul 2013
Lifeless
Angelique Jul 2013
And yet we dream of finding those moments in which we feel lifeless
Away from all distractions
We never do find relief from such a horrid grief
Only those who chose to ease
Well I've been writing off and on for this summer. As I am writing this I have a terrible headache but I barely have free time to post anything so I figured that I would post some poetry/write some poetry.
School is starting in less than a month and there is a lot I haven't done. I'm trying to finish my summer reading but every time I sit down to read I have to go do something with my parents.
but my summer has been alright...probably the best summer in a long time.
740 · Dec 2016
Voices and Faces
Angelique Dec 2016
people left me with a need for a new place
where touching skin no longer felt like a fear

i wanted to stay and get past my broken feelings but there's fear even in happy moments

voices of disapproval followed me
slowly and quickly
day in and day out
on land
and not even the sea could cast away those demons

warmth quickly became a burden
my scars i tried to return but faces came forward to form more
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!
696 · Jul 2015
Never Grateful
Angelique Jul 2015
Outside in the midst of nature and a boundary set by humans
Feelings are caught within our mind but the pain within my chest says otherwise
It leads me to believe that we suffer despite our blessings
and we're never grateful but full of guilt
We'll never find happiness but in fleeting moments where sadness awaits to wish us ill
691 · Feb 2013
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.
686 · Aug 2013
Guerra con mis pensamientos
Angelique Aug 2013
Constantemente en guerra con mis pensamientos
Esperando, pero no trabajo por la paz que busco
Por Que
              Por Que
                            No sé
682 · Nov 2016
A New Age
Angelique Nov 2016
a distinct pattern
of
insecurities
fragments of battles make their way
into
the next decade
665 · Oct 2016
Humans
Angelique Oct 2016
humans are faithfully committed to deception
they vanish emotionally because they want you to be overwhelmed by their brillance rather than their mudane lives and their annoying lies
658 · Apr 2013
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
644 · Nov 2012
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.
639 · Nov 2012
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.
633 · Jul 2017
It's All Wrong
Angelique Jul 2017
it's wrong to linger in hope of a beautiful reality
where mother's live forever
and there's joy in coming home and feeling like a child

in a home where walls are painted the color of happiness
meanwhile memories run short
three years feel like thirty
and
we lose every step of the way
Angelique Jul 2013
Everyone claims they are watching out for me
What I become if all goes wrong
                                                      Will be my own fault
611 · Dec 2012
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
588 · Nov 2012
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...
582 · Feb 2013
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.
552 · Jul 2017
Simple Path
Angelique Jul 2017
Oceans sweep over burnt land
-clears away so
men can walk the simple path
forgetting where their desires had previously led them
to a promise of tomorrow
when yesterday was filled with worry
544 · Jun 2013
Two Fates
Angelique Jun 2013
Laying
            d
            o
            w
            n
wi­th a fright
                  p
                  u
Waking          with a sight
I see the stars and the moon
Making me feel sane despite the delusions of my life
I feel loved as though the stars were hugging me
but yet the moon was tugging me
I cannot chose which p
                                       a
                                           t
                                               h  
                                                    to take for
                                                                ­       I am
                                                               caught between
                                                     t w o                                f a t e s
I wrote this poem in 8th grade. I found it in an old journal.
529 · Dec 2012
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)
528 · Jul 2017
Praying For Grace
Angelique Jul 2017
laughter is loud
while the sick are whispering
gentleness appeals to the universe  
but
fear causes distances
that bring us closer to faith
because we pray for the existence of grace
524 · Mar 2015
What are we?
Angelique Mar 2015
Wonderment touches understanding but barely recognizes it
         Darkness rests among us, rather than the light we seem to crave
   We stand unsure of the
ground
below
us
Sound earth fights untitled feelings
Are           we          in              love?
502 · Dec 2012
Laughter Has Ended
Angelique Dec 2012
Nothing could have prepared me
Laughter received me
The shock
The pain
Laughter receded
501 · Jan 2013
Untitled
Angelique Jan 2013

Well....  I wrote this and have not figured out a title for it yet.
493 · Jul 2017
foreign efforts
Angelique Jul 2017
expect evenings laced with longing
youth buried underneath experience
desperate greed
and
foregin efforts to conserve the lives we lead
471 · Dec 2014
Will We Ever Accept?
Angelique Dec 2014
Two world collide in the quietest way
It is not a not a notion that surprises even the faintest of heart
It's a collaboration of two people who don't know where to start
It's movement in the place of stillness
Life in the place of death
It's you and I baby
Will we ever accept?
A work in progress
457 · Jul 2017
dRUNunk poeTRY
Angelique Jul 2017
reality grows afraid
-awake
of the lives men lead
nights go quiet
and memories are met with greed
children ask for endless summers
losing the chance to sleep
while voices whisper drunk poetry
446 · Nov 2016
Spirtual Realm
Angelique Nov 2016
vivid exhaustion
waiting anxiously for a miracle
to embark on a journey through a spiritual realm
where everything is caressed by a hand that cares
441 · Feb 2013
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*
428 · Nov 2012
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...
379 · Oct 2017
Cool October Morning
Angelique Oct 2017
It's a cool October morning
on campus
across the way children play
you see college students make their way from one class to another
living out these lives that vary from
one existence into another

meanwhile, children play
and all the way these adults
to some and not others
make their way
some pretending
some barely surviving
some ridicule the experience
some express gratitude
because it's all some of us really have
this chance
that one day a future worth living may arise

and then all the while, children play
see,
we all wish we could turn back this clock that
lays both in our existence and our imagination
this clock
that holds these memories
that tells us we're far
and then so near
in the blink of an eye
tells us there may be something to fear
because by chance
one in a few
may not make it

all the while children play
we reminisce about our time
we tell ourselves we wish to turn back to the simple moments
but the truth is
this clock lays partially into existence
so that we may think back
and grasp what we didn't at the time
so that we may act
in accordance
when it comes time

its a cool October morning
on campus
across the way children play
as I make my way

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