Mixed Messages

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After Life

 

   Is, cat and mouse your favorite game? When will death come? By whom? Or will I fade away without acknowledgement? No prize to claim, but having lived? Fathom what happens when you die. Choose a belief like a tree you lie under in the shade. It protects and guides you. If not, does it lead you further away from the humanity we seek? Answer the question, ease my mind, but will I be happy with the response you give? Some, don’t want you to question it.
~Angela K. Crandall
©4/3/16

Real Amplified Women-Raw

 

A cure is often contrived to make money

They tell you otherwise

As if what they make doesn’t matter

You set down your pen while you write remembering why you do

Letting it all mix

Often you can’t make sense of your emotions on paper

When you do 

You wonder if they too will know

What a mess you are

Underneath the beautiful suit you wear to the office each day

Then you think about the girl who’s still sorting clothes

Dreaming, working, and inching towards the reality she sees’s only in her head

Still doubting if it is only contrived there

In her mind

If she can find happiness in the stillness

Can you find it in your cubicle?

Do you laugh at thoughts as she does

Knowing it can be better to admit

A paradox exists

Among the working class

And 

The elite 

Who’s too legit to quit

Which will win

Walk out 

Remain

Fighting for the vision within

Who’s right in the choices they have made?

Give me an answer.

~Angela K. Crandall~

©4/3/16

2nd Guessing…

If I held back my poetry
Would I be holding myself back?
Is it worth sharing?
I expose myself every day
Deliver words to you
Will you appreciate me?
Could I inspire you, bring hope or peace to your lives?
Can change be created through the ABC’s
Or are they just words on paper
They can’t be eaten
Me, I feel them
Certain words explain all I am
What are your words
Do certain ones fit you as snug as your jeans?
Cling to you, claim you?
For me, they’re written upon my heart.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©4/1/16