Interior, she

Music lies within her soul
Preparing her to grow, you know
When everything else is changed
She pops in that CD again
To hear the voice that gives her hope
When other’s say nope, she says yes
Giving herself confidence, she is a success.
By
Angela K. Crandall
©12/28/15

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Who’s in control?

I had a dream last night that I was driving my car. I was attempting to get out of a traffic jam when all of a sudden, I wasn’t driving anymore. I was in the back seat, and someone else was driving. I don’t know who the heck it was, some girl. I told her, get out. This is my car. I’m driving. It makes me wonder are you in the driver’s seat of your life or is someone else? Is it for financial reasons? Right now, I think this is how I’m feeling that in certain situations I’m not driving my car, or that there is something in my life I need to take control of. An issue that has arisen. I’m not sure what it is, but that dream definitely scared me.

by

Angela K. Crandall

©12/17/15

An internal existence

Internally you reside

Each day I confer unto my imagination

Dreamcation

A reel of photos developed over time

Images emerge when you’re near

Idea’s in my head I cannot put to bed

Laying down

 I desire to be in a land beyond

Where fairy tales are held on to

Not blinking your eyes

Seeing what is before you

Here

In a world twisted to fit my needs

They beg and plead

Leave, depart, and then vanish

Before you become a part of the shadow

A reflection of who you were

Now lost in the dreams where you slumber

For eternity at rest

Within you thoughts are turning

But

You’re not moving anywhere

Forward

Backward

Only stagnant

Inside yourself

By

Angela K. Crandall

©7/17/15

A paradise

I dream in color

When your there

Awake, no one cares

Slumber creates an illusion of liberty

No consequences or responsibilities

Unending, no beginning an evolution of safety

Sweeping, singing, in indulgences

Not once performed with eyes opened

Shutting out the world that pushed me elsewhere

Opening up my insides

Executing emotions denied.

Self-government

Citizenship

Within me

A deliverance of a sort

Nonconforming

Notice, who you are

Alone talking to yourself

As if you’re someone else

Loving and amusing your soul

Unable to let the freedom inside go

It takes hold

Gripping me at any moment

In the evening

When the sun arises

Or perhaps

Mid-day

Stirring up passions

Daydream confessions

Creeping ecstasy

A love of empathy

Would you call it satisfaction?

My own heaven

 A form of my own deception

Hiding myself from me

I hold on tight

A drift in all hours of my lucid desires…

By

Angela K. Crandall

©7/4/15