Angelica : Writing

Your Poetry Sucks

Your Poetry Sucks

A Poem by Angelica


Words scattered across papers Filled with a meaning put into rhyme. It sucks you say, And I must agree For as I read they suck me in like a vacuum...
Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by Angelica


Time slowly goes by as I lay in the comfort of my bed Envelope in an ocean of blankets, but I toss and turn Like a boat in a storm as a wave of thou..
A New Year Comes and Goes

A New Year Comes and Goes

A Poem by Angelica


A button is pressed rewinding life’s story as everything Is looked back upon, and remembered as a dear memories. Now once again it’s t..
Alive, But Dead

Alive, But Dead

A Poem by Angelica


Walking through the crowded hallways I am a zombie Following a monotonous routine for everything inside Is dead as the beating of my heart is lost. ..
The Devil Laughs as Everything Burns

The Devil Laughs as Everything Burns

A Poem by Angelica


As my fingers touch the clean white paper It morphs into a black mass With red orange tongues licking the air. Trying to extinguish the mess, I ..
Ice Forms Deep Inside, and Takes Over

Ice Forms Deep Inside, and Takes Over

A Poem by Angelica


A tear gently falls from eyes of innocence In sync with the falling Autumn leaves, And in this moment all is revealed in the mirror of tears. Eve..
Stuck in Prison

Stuck in Prison

A Poem by Angelica


The eagle’s eye watches each and every one, circling around As if hunting its prey, picking out the good and the bad. There we sit like mice i..
Unfinished

Unfinished

A Poem by Angelica


With a soft touch of my fingers sweet sounds emerge Beckoning me to come closer like the temptation A great lollipop brings a young dawdling child..
Shot Down and Liberated

Shot Down and Liberated

A Poem by Angelica


One gulp after another to take it all away. One moment in time to forget all that has happened. Fire burns in my throat as it caresses the gash wh..
Oh, What a Cold.

Oh, What a Cold.

A Poem by Angelica


Temperature rises as the sun shines high in the sky. Eyes grow weary, with each step the world grows darker. I sit nauseated as I burn like star..


The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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