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Angelique Feb 2016
lingering wicked truths
dressed in boring disguises  
fool just about anyone
they reveal random traces of hell
lifeless certainties that lead to absolutely nowhere
Angelique Dec 2014
It's the time to act on the promises
Instead of a welcoming embrace, I receive an apology
Played by the game I made
She deserves more too
But she has no clue
This is in the perspective of my friend. May she find what she's looking for.
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.
Angelique Jul 2013
I am myself.
                     That's all
It's hardly anything but for you I will try to be everything

I don't know what will become of me
or
how life will shape me 5 years down the line
but
I promise to be forever thine

Just give me a chance
Take a step back
Take a breath
Let me down easy if you think I could never complete your picture
If that's the case then I hope you never meet another misfortune like me
So I wrote this a couple days ago and yeah I think it speaks for itself. I'm not too happy with the beginning of the last part but I'll take care of that later. As for the title....I'll be putting up the real title soon.
Angelique Nov 2016
a distinct pattern
of
insecurities
fragments of battles make their way
into
the next decade
Angelique Aug 2014
Raving recognition increases terror
You sarcastically dismiss such grief
Reality feels entitled and everything falls apart year-round
A future worth tasting and all we've reached is this summer
In a year or two it's something we'll barely remember
I think this kind of described this summer for me. It wasn't very memorable.
Angelique May 2013
I know what it is to be burned at an early age
The ashes still sit on my skin
The memories alive like those flames
Very short poem.....
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
Angelique Feb 2016
ruined expectations
a destination of fools
obvious opportunities - lay damaged
the disappointment is hard to comprehend
and
the message is blinding
Angelique Oct 2016
poetic truth tastes like risk
like a sting of dread
it's the apprecation of a frown
prayers in diguise
footsteps that dance in pain

a glorious shelter of ****** compassion
Angelique Aug 2013
Where no human lies awake
                                     a dream state                                                            ­      
                                                    One other
                                                            Shar­es this place
                                                           ­                    but it is on a murderous rampage    
                                                                ­               Wrapping its fingers around your throat
                                                          ­                     Til your breath is no longer all you hold
                              It takes your prized possession                     
                                           Not your life
                                but the happiness that hides
I had this poem up a bit ago but removed it for certain reason's that I barely remember. I changed it a tiny bit and here it is again.
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.
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
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
Angelique Nov 2013
a searching universe
continued cries
evil kisses upon lies

worried people
missing secrets
the town is suddenly screaming

admist the chaos
wrapped in longing
a boy and his repeated demons
faded and stained
all but the same
darling bleed and release
I like how faded and stained contradict each other. I put it as a temporary title but once I get my myself together, I'll be uploading a new title.
Angelique Oct 2016
the impact of mankind is profound
it's ridiculously simple
--childishly intent on giving commands and ordering respect
meanwhile leaving behind fierce footprints of disrespect
Angelique Jul 2017
expect evenings laced with longing
youth buried underneath experience
desperate greed
and
foregin efforts to conserve the lives we lead
Angelique Jun 2016
It's so very difficult
It
Is
So very difficult
To stand tall with a broken soul
To love very much with a broken heart
To think at all
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.
Angelique Aug 2013
Constantemente en guerra con mis pensamientos
Esperando, pero no trabajo por la paz que busco
Por Que
              Por Que
                            No sé
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!
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.
Angelique Feb 2016
Humanity travels with strangers
With strange people

who are only strange to us because we lack their humanity
because we know not of their suffering

Because we know not what we destroy with the refusal to handle things carefully
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
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.
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.
Angelique Nov 2016
In a new place despite being in an old home
There's pain in a good man's soul, but there is also hope in better dreams
You endure disappointment and subsquent apologies
-in hopes of infinite salvation
Permanently remaining in a state of anticipation destined to an exhausting routine.
Angelique Feb 2015
Here I am staring into reality
seeing nothing but having everything at my fingertips.

All around me people have a grasp of the unattainable.
The reasoning is unclear to me.

The joke runs through the air.
There are seldom things that are ever clear to me.

I am blinded by their acknowledgement.

The truth is
      freedom is a hard pill for parents to swallow and kids spend their whole lives buying the prescription.
Hoping that one day
                              their parents will be medicated
                                                                  intoxicated by their own need for freedom.
I wrote this and haven't gotten a chance to edit it...I'll edit it sometime tomorrow
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 Apr 2015
I always worried that people would notice and ask
In order to avoid any awkwardness or worrisome expressions, I came up with excuses for everyone
My family -- friends --coworkers
I spent day after day coming up with excuses until I realized that no one was going to ask
Angelique Jul 2013
Everyone claims they are watching out for me
What I become if all goes wrong
                                                      Will be my own fault
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)
Angelique Dec 2012
Nothing could have prepared me
Laughter received me
The shock
The pain
Laughter receded
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.
Angelique Jun 2013
Love disintegrates the same way our skin and bones do
Nothing is left once said and done
You might as well just grab a gun and be glad you weren't made to be the one
This is a short poem..I have another version where there is a lot more but decided to post the shorter version. I need to work on the other parts of it..I will probably post it later.
Angelique Jul 2018
hello, hello - who's here to welcome me home?
where's the committee with the chariot
the very one Hades rode on

i traveled alone
with people
in search of a salvation
they said existed
but only
with death

oh joy!
bring it to me in the form of love
in the form of a six three
forty year old man
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.
Angelique Sep 2013
Dissatisfied with ourselves
                                          and lonely with others
Seeking the truth
                             but speaking with lies
                                                                ­                                  
                              ­                                                   What a life
Breathing oxygen
                                 but expelling smoke
Turning love
                       into hatred
                                                                ­             We're magicians
I dunno I think this is ok...
I was writing with the intention to submit this to this school lit thing but I wanna submit something rather good and I just can't find it in me to write anything of that value.

Just as an extra...
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/26yO4Q/:5SNCyoWq:aJs!zHd1/www.redbubble.com/people/turtledb/writing/2459562-dominate-my-dreams/
Angelique Jun 2016
It is in breathing with difficulty that I begin to admire the ability to breathe easily
It is in moments of sadness that I begin to miss fleeting moments of happiness..no matter how minuscule
It is in the midst of panic that I  reach for the serenity that had once surrounded me
Angelique Oct 2016
awarness that is nearly tangible
--clenched in a moral fist where it will thrive amongst the genius, the vile and the emotionally crumbled
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 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
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.
Angelique May 2013
"All I know is that I know nothing."- Socrates

You live with the
                             idea of death
You love with the
                             opportunity to hate
You try to learn of the
                                    uncertain
Which is an impossible task to take
And all the while you c o n t r a d i c t  yourself
Sometimes making your life a living hell

This poem is based on the quote, "All I know is that I know nothing."-Socrates
It was a quote my grandmother used to recite to my mother in Spanish.
Angelique Jan 2014
We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen.
We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....
       disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned.
Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.
Well, it has been quite a while since I last posted anything. I have continued to write but I just never got around to posting it on here.
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
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.
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.
Angelique Apr 2016
Searching for some sort of relevance
Something to tie me down
                    -or lift me up
Something to keep me in motion
                    -out of my emotions
On a path forward
Not back around
To when I was
                Sad and Disillusioned
Angelique Dec 2016
instant retraction
retaliation of the mind
rejection is hard to understand
the underlying revelation blinding
A work in progress.
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