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"Don't drink your calories—
unless you want to get drunk."

Her eyes trembled with tears

Weakness stretches out,
not searching strength—
for another soul to be
weak with

A heavy languor spilled into the room
all she can think about
is the patterned ceiling,
which was a book for her to read
while entwined in damp blue sheets
 Feb 2018 Erica DeAngelo
Bobcat
Boy just take it easy
Boy just take it slow
Please don't give up now
You have so much further to go

Put that gun down boy
Step away from the ledge
All the demons your fighting
Don't have to stay in your head

Let me help you boy
Let me be your light
You and I together boy
We'll give 'em a hell of a fight

This is it boy
It's time for war
With me by your side
It'll be easier than before

We got this boy
We won't back down
We'll take 'em all on
We'll knock 'em to the ground

Boy let's take it easy
Boy let's take it slow
All the demons you fight
Will no longer call you home
 Oct 2017 Erica DeAngelo
Sophie
This is not what I expect'd from the fall
Life took turns that I could not have foreseen,
Asking me, begging me, forcing me: "preen".
People, gone; as though life's no love at all,
For the ones I might need, ones I might call,
In darker hours. But why not intervene?
I gleaned knowledge I did not want to glean,
Of time, of love, and of death's quiet call.

I also, although, did not expect light,
Nor strength, nor courage. I was gathered up
By one, well aware of my hopeless groans.
Renewed with Spirit, I leaned in to fight.
Pulled in, that I might witness You closeup.
This season no longer seems one unsewn.
 Mar 2017 Erica DeAngelo
Sjr1000
he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.
Can it be true that the world is cold
Cold? meaning a freezing subject
Or feelings of people when they are rude
Neverminding the fact that some are nice

See I live in a era were people can make you feel so good inside
Then crumble your feelings from the inside

Make you feel like you're the brightest star
And then shoot like falling one

Post you up like an important date
But they promise to make it up to you

Treat you like a brand new car
But the garage is already full

Make you smile and laugh
Tell you, "You're beautiful"
But put makeup​ on you

Its not even April Fools Day
And people already laughing at you

Look your feelings are important
Maybe not to everybody but truly some
Open your eyes and choose friends slowly
Keep your heart close until the right one shows
Especially your legs....
.....Well you grown ups know
Be careful with your feelings
The sky was black
Before the fingers were snapped
Life was made and destroyed
Covered by blindness from the true heart
The finer things in life were covered up
Water
Dirt
Rocks
The Earth fold
Secrets were buried by the first mode
Yet the first man have not came
Birds controlled the water
Fish controlled the sky
Nature leveled the playing field
God finally made man...
To cover up lies
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