Only Me…

“I’ve been looking for one person who understands where I come from searching for so long I think I’ve lost my soul in the dust others have created. I’m scouring it, running my fingers through it, trying to find this one person who gets what it’s like to be stuck, in the middle, demanding both sides. Someone who cannot accept that they’re only allowed to fulfill half of who they are due to society’s standards. Am I the only one? So far it seems so. No door has remained open.”
by
Angela K. Crandall
©12/27/15

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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

Switching to sleep…

Allow me to rest, my head upon this pillow
Giving myself
The grace, I lost
Once entrusted
I sit down to pray my life away
Wondering if anyone is really listening
For it is dwindling
Lost
Fearful
Uneasy
With all that is before me, below, beneath, or above
Respite is for those, without thoughts.
by
Angela K. Crandall
©9/21/15

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