Gratifying-curiosity

“My umbrella’s fly without rain. What if, the storm protected me? The umbrella only keeping me, isolating me, from the cool, wet drops on my skin. What if, my only hope was, the one thing I was hiding from?”

~Angela K. Crandall~

©12/14/15

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“Can we search for sounds like we do, words, to create meaning in our life?

Birds that chirp as we awake each dawn? The moon rising as we fall into bed every night.

Evening sounds, of heaters turning on and off, an aquarium pump, or a cat’s purr.

These noises soothe us with unspoken significance, lingering comfort, or memories which calm or chill our insides out.

Let’s go now to those places of pleasure escaping from the norm through waves crashing against the shore guiding us into our dreams once more.”

by

Angela K. Crandall

©11/22/15

Thankful in-spite of myself

I am always thankful for what I have

Some days the sunshine hides behind the clouds

And I don’t see the light hidden within

My emotions play havoc with what people, really think of me

And I am judged, often for needing to be reminded I am loved

This, is what depression and loneliness, look like

It’s not, about you, it’s about us

Inside our own skin, needing reassurance

That you remember

As I try to remember

That the sun will return

The rain will disappear

And again, there will be light to replace the darkness.

By

Angela K. Crandall

©11/11/15

Dark

Poetry, I’ll take it raw. No rules of grammar, please. A free verse of emotions dispersed on the page, any flavor, color, or image you choose to describe let it pour out of you mind onto the page. Give me your sorrows, deep depth, where you hide, let out your dark side. If you wish your heart to bleed from your chest or to take on certain death, you may. Bear yourself naked without regret, no rules, just real, it’s how I like my people best. Keep in mind the choices you make, and the love or heartache you may create. It all comes back, hitting hard, like a witch who cast a spell upon an unknowing persons, heart. Walk on air, dream your dreams, but do not forget to hold on for the ride is cold and long.

By

Angela K. Crandall

©10/31/15

By rebel4universal2acceptance Posted in Curiosity

Unspoken Reality

Where is the devotion?

Hero’s, hope for the best

That tragedies, happen, for reasons

Nothing is just chance

Because if it’s not

Then why do we suffer pain and heartbreak

Why are we filled with illusions of what we think should be?

When nothing at all exists there.

Where do we end up?

Why do we dream

If it is all in vain

Or

Destructive notions

What are we if not dreamers?

Living in a sea

That is, trying to swallow us into the reality

Others decide, is real?

by

Angela K. Crandall

©10/7/15

Detached-Humanity/split–severed…

Lost in the idea, that death will come for you, without having to die.

You’ll merely exist, unless you rise above, all that is around you, surrounds you, engulfs you and attempts to steal your soul.

We are not here to be beaten down, but to rise!

We must gain, our abilities through cultures united, not divided, nor should you lack the ability, to see we all bleed red, but love unites us when everything else separates us.

 If we could learn, how to accept we are not all the same.

 Stop ignoring what we don’t like about each other, acknowledge you are you, and I’m me.

 Then maybe we could stop wars, poverty, and the thought that I’m better than you for what I have, who I am, my sexuality, my religion or that which may offend you.

Instead see that inside we all hold our own, truths.

Still we fight colliding on top of each other.

A rubble of chaos.

Lost.

By

Angela K. Crandall

©9/4/15

Contemplations

Deep, developed souls

May hide, in corners

Cry, silent tears and hold on to others

As if, they would lose them

Once hurt, they run away

Fight back

Bringing themselves, back into their imagination.

Let them fly

Then try to understand us

Who we are

It starts with a voice

We all use ours, differently

Open books

Loud vibrant people

Are not always outspoken

We do get rather loud

Proud, joyful, contemplative

Desiring to make change happen

It starts with a voice

We all use them differently

How do we see beyond the blur of lines defined by difference?

Why do we pull away?

Becoming people pleasers

How do we unit, but maintain our individuality?

Each person’s rights may overshadow another

How do we keep them from colliding

And

Love each other?

How is your god better than mine?

The right to choose no higher power?

If freedom was reality, what would be?

Who should you let define you besides yourself?

It isn’t up to anyone else.

Still, how do we collaborate without the hate?

If peace existed, we could all agree that each one of us sees things so differently.

If only we could let each other be

Individuality

Rights?

Until they again find themselves

Individuals

Different gods, no god, and our own truths

Still we fight, kill and plunder

Say your right and I’m wrong

Where is the love in that?

Where is the peace?

Fighting over who gets more

No one knows how to help each other

Instead, we are run by corporations

Who’ve stolen our imaginations

Placing in our hands trinkets and toys

We cannot take them with us

Why do we fight against, ourselves and others

Why can’t they see

If we could just let each other be

Do not make me, you

I will not make you, me.

Accepting not only yourself

Diverse, dissimilar

Regardless of age

Various sizes, smiles, colors, owning our own selves

All of us, are human

So why does the human race refuse to, unit?

If we dislike, hate

Why do we create it?

by

Angela K. Crandall

©8/28/15

An unfulfilled need

Should you face your fear

If it could change

Your course or destination

If all you know might disappear

Replaced

Would you lose or would you win?

How would you begin again?

Do you move forward or walk away

Into another same old day.

Is the risk worth the danger?

What principles do you apply?

Do you let this opportunity pass you by

Each moment that was given

Do you take it?

Or let it fall to the floor

An unread page

Leaving it alone

Unknown

Unfinished

Forever left in anguish

Of what could have been

Who you might be

If only you’d turned that page with me.

by

Angela K. Crandall

©8/27/15

(An endless search…)

How am I feeling?

Constantly tested,

Wondering what is true.

How I feel, is it new?

Have I again begun to question what I already know?

That I fit nowhere each day

While seeking a refuge and a place to go

Little hiccups and wonderments that I once thought meant to put me at ease may not be.

What people am I suppose to please?

And if I want to riot?

For every time, we turn and think it’s meant to be its only time to go.

Out into the darkness again away from people I considered friends.

It’s only a test, I keep reminding myself.

Then I step aside to write, read, and enjoy life

Because I cannot always focus on the difference, the separations, contemplations that always throw me overboard. Away from everything I can’t but am told to ignore.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 8/1/15

I want to believe

Rising above the shadow of my beliefs

I want to believe I’m significant

A creator of change

That without my existence someone would notice

Yet something keeps forcing me down

Pushing me under the earth

Gorging my mouth with dirt

Filling me with mud

When will I puke out all the Darkness?

Shadows follow me of the human form

Emotions are shoved down my throat

Did I cause them?

Let others change my outlook

Give them control

How did anger, hate, doubt, appear on the surface

Am I really to hard on myself?

Or

Not adequate?

Water does nothing to dilute my uncertainty

I try to dispute it

Diminish this clot

You pass me

Taunt and tease

Neither is caught

Or maybe I’m just trapped

In this round about

Unable to get off

In a continuous circle of hope

That never reaches its climax.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 7/23/15