If Left to Burn…/Aid each other

If only disasters created

Solutions

Instead of momentarily fusing together

Diversity

To solve a current crisis

Merely to once again

Disburse

Until another should arrive

That’s when we

Knock on doors

Pledge funds

Bake cakes

Shake hands

Shift sides

Comfort friends

Hold family dear

Running to be heroes

Waiting for catastrophe to transpire

In order to assist

Where’s the prevention?

Idea’s heard, spread, and shared

Can, will, and do

Resolve the majority of hardships

Before they happen

Granted we can’t stop them all

Even those who suffer from depression

We can aid, support, and work to improve

Our

Communities

Homes

Friends

And dare I say enemies

For even I struggle

Left in the dark

When there is no light to reach for.

By

Angela K. Crandall

The Assent

  Touch me, hold me keep me near

 Now inside nothing to fear

Sweet joys of desire

 Soft sensual sheets we have slipped beneath many times never undone

 To complete this acceptance called heat.

Forces that twist, turn you, or hope to see through you underneath.

 

People say it’s the same, don’t turn your back

Then again don’t play it safe it will be to late

One empty promise

Contradictions of another

Why in this life do we bother?

 

So I lay my head near

On the shoulder

Those who smile, lend an ear, tell me do not cringe

Hold back, relax we are here

Different then those who possess you

We receive you.

By

Angela K. Crandall, Author

Tranquility/Peace

Peace discovers me

Whilst alone

At home

In the dark

Moments before slumber

In corners of time

Where

Snippets of Sunshine

Sneak into my room

I awaken

Tranquility placing me at ease

Soft covers beneath me

No one to please

Satisfy

Entertain

Plain, still, seconds

All of my own

Briefly

Allotting me

Reflections.

By

Angela K. Crandall, Author…

Into Dust…

Sleep guide me into the illusions

Leading to my success

On the waves pushing me

Onto a shore filled with

Riches with the ability to mold

My clay

Building up each morrow

Bringing me up

A seedling to a flower

Nurture me with hope

Feeding my core

Up from the bottom

This deep down disaster

Let it drift off my shoulders

Sliding off

Into dust

Wipe it away

Clean up the debris

Singing freely

Sweetness in the air

Calorie free candy

On the tip of my tongue

Each letter typed

Holding my emotions

Enter adrenalin

Tip toes now rhythms

Sound waves

Fleeting

Physically on

Into me

Now I lay my head down

Upon the pillow

Asking for something more

Give

And

I

Will

Receive you

Guidance

Once again

Shut your eyes to

Listen

See inside

Outside of me

Can

You?

By

Angela K. Crandall, author

Misfit Girl/Universal

Don’t let them destroy your world

You open hearted girl

When it all comes crashing down

Please don’t wear a frown

Do not drowned in the tears they wish you to cry

Remember how hard you have swarm against the current

Persistently plugging away

Each and every day

you get back up

Not admitting defeat

Errors made

Corrected

Still rejected

Spun out

Placed in an order you did not create

Nothing is more important than confidence

Your willingness to exist

Someone out there see’s your strength

It radiates

Shines

Hang on for the ride

 hit the rails

Keep yourself upright

Dig in with your nails

Do not deny who you are

Wear your scars 

Proudly repeating if you will not be denied

Then neither shall I

Don’t sit back and relax

Join the cause

then wait for applause

from those who understand

someday someone will

reach out their hand

When least expected

You’ll find your tribe

til then

I’m not joining the side

of 

repression

I refuse to take on that action

Instead I’ll discover options

non-falsehoods found

to the truth I am bound

each our own paths

love shouldn’t sever that.

By

Angela K. Crandall, Author

Questioning life phases/The self

“Life is a series of phases of discovery. You could skip steps, jump over them, stumble, skin a knee but for some reason each piece that is chipped off of us… Where does it end up? Where do the pieces of ourselves go after they have been used up? Does someone else reap the benefits of those characteristics that we no longer take with us? What happens to the bits of self that have been shed? Then revealing our new self, changed, and or not just continually pressing repeat. What happens when you don’t move on?”

                                            ~Angela K. Crandall, Author~

Do not define us unit us…

Definitions define

Definite answer for

What reason

Purpose?

Do you mold the clay?

If not who do you let decide

Your destination

Next fixation

Duty

Responsibility

Purpose

Are you constructing your own fore tress?

One of great solitude

Or

Is there an open field

to allow

Each deep breath taken?

Are you slipping by?

Sliding on the surface

Of reflected glass?

Are you going to take back the reins?

Or

Continue being pulled

Manipulated

Sedated

By

The management

World

Government

Or

Is breaking free more

Then imagined at this point

Leaving you, me, she, he

Weightless

When all else divides us

How do we

Not

Surrender

Pulling aside our strengths

Pushing clear of the separations provided.

How do we get there?

Similar and same beliefs

Are not enough

We must embrace

The dividen

To face the demons together

It’s the only way to delete comparisons

Eliminating distress, panic, and the

Aversion

Demonstrated here

Unity

Is

An

Answer

When

Will

It

Appear?

Completing the picture

Of

Compassionate

Kindness

No

Longer

Deluded

By

Others

Definition

Of

A

Path

Sought

Instead

The path

No matter the difference

Would be one together

Conclusive to

The matter

That we all do

Existing

Modifications made

To

Enhance

What was once

Impossible

Now the enlightenment

Awakening us.

By

Angela K. Crandall

My Paradox

“It astonishes me

All visions

Craved

Created

Invented

In the darkness

What do they mean?

 Say

About me

I hunger to dream every day

To bring to reality

 True uninhibited freedom

Is it life, that is the death of me?

For when I retreat, do I break?

Does one see me as broken?

In my mind I am most open….

Now I’ll lay down-down into my own reverie

Where nothing is ever as it seems to be

I’ll enter the in-between of life and death

Isn’t that how you put it best? 

By

Angela K. Crandall, author