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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Monday, October 24, 2016
Umbra Of Your Soul
I am the shadow in your light
The deepest dark of you
While you shine as bright
As the morning sun
I radiate in the umbra
Of your soul
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Sunday, October 23, 2016
I Must Remember
Of all the things
I must remember
When memory
Fails me
And my veined flesh
Is parchment thin
It's the sensations
I close my eyes
And reminisce
His touch
A cool
Gentle breeze
Caressing
My heated skin
While beneath
His stony exterior
So hard to tell
An inferno simmers
Near boiling
Into the fire
I fell
Fell
Fell
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Hopeless
My desires
Have taken me
Twenty years past
To my annihilation
My blood screams
For fulfilment
Eyes have grown
Weary
With intensity
The taste
Of salt
On my lips
I can never claim
My youth
It's gone
And I'm hopeless
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Empty Shell
Inhumed within
A sadness
Living dead
Consumed
By anger
Years
In the making
Everyday
I look out
A reminder
To never be
Swallowed by
That emptiness
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Jade
I've stepped
Out of the shade
Jaded
Memories take
A lifetime to fade
Jaded
I've a new name
Jade
And I've been
Reborn
Jaded
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Out of the shade
Jaded
Memories take
A lifetime to fade
Jaded
I've a new name
Jade
And I've been
Reborn
Jaded
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Cuttlefish Ink
Abandoned
In the coldest way
I've spoken to sunshines
And merries
With sparkles
Trailing behind
To their birth
I'm open
To their ignorance
Of dark streets
And matter
How the winter seeps
Into the bones
The darkness
A treasured friend
That slips through
Frosty fingers
To come
Face to face
With a bitter enemy
In harsh light
Harsh
Harsh
Bright light
Even
Rose colored lenses
Can't obscure
I appreciate
The sunshines
The merries
And their sparkles
But they will
Never know
Could they?
My world in
Cuttlefish ink
The delicious beauty
Of cold sidewalks
Yellow street lamps
Empty avenues
Discarded litter
The sleeping homes
Devoid of life
Snoring away
While I walk
Walk
The delicious beauty
Of cold sidewalks
Yellow street lamps
Empty avenues
Discarded litter
The sleeping homes
Devoid of life
Snoring away
While I walk
Walk
Walk
Into the night
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Into the night
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Only Strangers Can Hear
I hate watching
Sad movies
I think because
For all the times
I held it together
For all the times
I didn't shed a tear
All the times
I stayed strong
And hid all my fears
It explodes
In the dark
The giant screen
Witnessing my shame
I always try
To make sure that
No one is near
When it starts
My two hour gushing
Waterfall of pain
I'm truly thankful
I am
That only strangers
Can hear the rain
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Feral and Unrestrained
A wildness
Surrounded her
A fury
Uncontrolled
Medusa released
In violent ferocity
But a sweetness
Still flows
It's been a few weeks
Since the taming
Falls of silk
At each touch
Of her hand
Angelic softness
Shines
In each passing
Glance
But it's still there
The wilding
Feral
And savagely
Unrestrained
Though
She tries hard
To conceal it
In her eyes
It shows
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Anyway
He touched me
In my most befouled
Caressed my ugliness
And kissed me
Anyway
It must be love
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Extra Fine Blue
I've disappeared
Misty vapors
Into my day to day
Existence
Sporadically
Flickering
Towards reality
Animated
My mind
A blank canvas
With knotted
Imperfections
Occasionally
Painted with
Extra fine blue
0.38
Sometimes
With the light fingers
Of consciousness
But there are times
When the hand
Is heavy with lunacy
Piercing through
Gut wrenching
Thoughts
Wavering
On the line
Between
Inner and outer
Characters
Internally
Craving solitude
Outwardly
An outgoing
Life force
Conflicted
I am
Quite comfortable
In my own skin
But is my skin
Comfortable with me?
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
The Tsinilas
The motorbikes go
Vrrrrm, vrrrrrmm, vrrrrrrmmm
Behind me, loud fumes
Reach my nostrils, my ears
The constant blaring
Of horns, so normal
Oh so normal here
Like the sun, the sweat
The tsinilas
Saturday, February 6, 2016
1 AM Run
Fluorescent light
My reassurance
Shines down on me
Through leaves
Disgracefully
Flirting
With the bats
That flit
Above my head
I'm fascinated
By what I can't see
I've missed the bus
I wait to catch
The 1 am run
To the badlands
While
A love song plays
In the background
That's all they ever
Play here
Exhausted
And aching
I fantasize of
My cold bed
Instead yellow
Plastic chairs
Cut into my ribs
My bony wrist
Pretending
To be a pillow
I hear my blood
Pumping loudly in my ears
I'm surrounded
By curiosity
I can see
The question marks
In bright neon
Blinking on and off
On their foreheads
Watching me
As I
Watch them
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Raspberries and Drupes
She made her way
Unseen
Plain vanilla
On the rockiest road
Chocolate chips
Staring in the distance
At the sherbet sky
Shuffling steps
Unrehearsed
Heel toeing their way
Through marshy pitfalls
And nutty aggravations
Her peach tinted lips
Mouthing words
To a song
Unheard
Inside
Unknown
She glittered
With swirls
Of raspberries
And drupes
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Gnarled
Limbs stretched wide
Shielding and protecting
I sit beneath
Happily content
Knowing
You are there
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
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Thursday, December 10, 2015
The News
She welcomed its comfort
With opened arms
He's dead
In the cold
Dank blackness
Of her mind
The news
Collapsed
Like a heavy stone
Spiraling down
Into grey gloppy matter
Leaving both
The sensations
Of devastation
And elation
She huddled
Fetal position
Face buried amid
Elbows and knees
Hands spotless
She was pleased
Wild eyes
Staring through
Inky skies
Sparkled with
Starry hope
She didn't have
To tie the rope
Between them
The dropped shoe
They both knew
Vengeance
Was due
The corners
Of her bow shaped lips
Twitched
Into a feral grin
Tonight
She will celebrate
With her old friends
Tonic and Gin
He's dead
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Island Sunset
I kneel
In reverence
Savoring the last
Of your golden touch
Before the moon
Caresses me
With her
Incandescence
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
Native Tongue
They spoke to me
In their native tongue
Of the birds
And all of nature
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#15wordsaday
From Afar
I see you there
Beautiful and serene
A peek of brilliance
Is all you are willing
To offer
So I shall stand here
Admiring from afar
Fear keeping me rooted
Lest I get too close
And drown in your
Beguiling charms
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Naked Truths
Your passion receded
I am left exposed
To naked truths
I can't deny
Low tide
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#15wordsaday
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Aloof
She stands alone
Aloof
Distant
The bonfire
Smoldering
In her soul
Shrouded
With fragility
Undiscovered
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#15wordsaday
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