Reminders-My colors bleed

Pictures painted perfect words without having to be written

Creating a sigh, a feeling of being forgiven

But sometimes we need people to say I’m sorry

A warm embrace ensuring us of a presence

That someone cares.

~Angela K. Crandall~

©6/23/16

Colors in me

Colors in me

Feelings, emotions, places
Spiraling
Effecting and affecting
Everything
Each moment
Emotions push me
There is a solitude in silence
A whirling ceiling fan constantly, running
Choices to seek alternative routes
Not to be fed the same oatmeal each day
In actuality being able to taste flavors again
Like vibrant colors
Joy 
Pleasure
Hope
Replacing
The numbness
Meaning once again
Responding as I should
Not needing to test the boundaries
Because I would be where I’m needed
Where flowers bloom instead of wilt
I could rise, up towards the sun
As I’ve done in song.
Angela K. Crandall
©6/17/16

Disjunction

 

“My breaks are broken into pieces and never summed up in addition. It always feels like subtraction not multiplication of parts of me taken. Ones that float slowly away separating.”
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/15/16

Endurance

“Each day no matter what anyone says. I strive to keep going, move forward, and fight to stay. I hold in my heart a passion that often is overlooked by some. In spite of all my obstacles, I make time where it has been lost. Discover ways to move to a song that is just being written.”

-Angela K. Crandall

©6/10/16

Votive’s

Each candle is me
Burning on different occasions
Sometimes they flicker on and off
Other times they dim
Once in a while one or two are extinguished
That’s when I’m left in darkness
One you rarely see
Because a few, are still lit on the outside of me.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/7/16