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Angie S Mar 2018
i want to say in simple terms
the full extent of my love for you--
the sun could not compete in its burn,
the bird's morning song could not be more true;
the cicada's crow falls short in fervor
and the moon's light cannot be as gentle.
this heart remains stubborn and will not waver
for of you it has its complete fill.
though, perhaps, the sun's light shines more close
and the bird's free flight is nearer
than i, who hovers like a ghost;
how silly it is that i consider you dearest...
in simple terms, i love you honest,
though all i can do is pine and write sonnets.
instead of paying attention in sociology today, i wrote a shakespearean sonnet. forgive my excessive use of slant rhyme.

the other day, someone asked me about you. i wasn't sure what to say so i stumbled on my words. this is just to make it up to you, or to me, or to that person
Angie S Feb 2018
enough! i said.
the tiger roared in its dull silver jail.
i lifted my bitten fingers to the padlock
and enclosed it in, finally.
you, i hissed,
you mustn't follow me anymore;
i am breaking away from all that you are.
your striking orange fur doesn't tempt me,
nor do your growling words phase me.
i am leaving you here,
so begone.
but alas, where can it go but around its cage?
soon enough i heard it call a name i know well,
the jail crumbled away,
and i found myself within its jaws again.
i don't actually want to write any more poems for this person, i really just need to stop? at this point, but what can i do? what can i do? what can i do
Angie S Feb 2018
i hear
chewing, chewing, chewing
i think it's my
lingering negativity
feasting on leftover feelings.
chewing, chewing, chewing
feast, i say.
eat till you're filled,
then eat me entirely too.
chewing, chewing, chewing
don't
leave
a
single
crumb
of
memory.
if i think too deeply, i hear the chewing again.
Angie S Feb 2018
when i walk through the hallways
making sure to avoid stranger's faces
when i drive from home to work anywhere
and i sing to no one but a recording
when i open twitter on my phone to see
everyone's chatting in a thread but me
when i scroll rapidly through texts discord messenger
reading old messages for any leftover emotions to feel
when i throw my phone across the room
so i don't have to worry about anyone
when i look at it from afar
in case anyone wanted to ask are you okay? are you there? are you tired? do you want something? do you want someone? do you like your life? why do you laugh so much if half the time you laugh at your own jokes?
i'm actually okay right now this is a stream of consciousness. or subconsciousness?
also exploring some different ways to write.
Angie S Feb 2018
coy
i let my eyelids flutter shut
smiled coyly
held their face in my hands gingerly
stood on my tip toes and
some lips met somewhere
i can't say for sure
when i shut my eyes
i was a sea in their arms
completely enamoured
and i wanted a little bit more
just a glimpse of those eyes
looking at me
but when i looked back
i
i couldn't recognize those arms
those eyes those lips
then for whom was i smiling?
i'll just tell you this time. it's a poem where the speaker is with one person, but loves another person. i consider it a sister poem to "i saw" but its very rough around the edges isn't it?
Angie S Jan 2018
i saw someone
kissing your eyelids as you fell asleep
wrapping their arms gently around you
and pulling you ever closer
i heard their
soft breath tickle your neck
all the way from here
and no i can't really hear that far
but also i can, you know?
i'm watching them
unravel the impossible enigma that is you
with effortless swagger and irresistability
while you gaze into their eyes
and i
saw
i wrote two poems in the span of 24 hours. wow! is the world ending? hmm. i began taking intro to poetry at my college, so i'm probably going to have an inspired semester.

i watch from the eyes of jealousy
Angie S Jan 2018
i made you
a sandwich; it's
in the icebox.

i was worried
you'd get hungry.

i remembered
to put your
favorite
things in it,
so please
eat it.
inspired by the poem of the same name by William Carlos Williams.

don't let it go bad, please
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