“What’s in my heart is what you hate.
Freedom allows choices, the press to speak their mind.
Since January all I’ve felt is suffocation in the land of the free.
Is brave, now pointing guns at those you disagree with and blowing them away? Why is it right for some and wrong for others.
Don’t speak of morals for they are being lost as each star falls.
And they are not only journalists but all of us.”
I want to take your reflection and live in it
As you reside in the world
Of hope amongst other’s chaos
I see your light and want to touch it
Please share it, give it freely
For some of the dim seek the shine
as they sink into darkness…
I want to lay myself down, relax and just be
Something inside me
From being free
A wish to be more
then a girl lying on the floor
run down by life
I wanted to live no more.
Confronted by confusion
attempting a solution
as the sun sett, and the wind rose
blowing the willow trees against the sill
I gasped for breath amongst my tears spilling
Then I got up again.
I trip on the road and look up to see a crow. He’s sitting in a tree just staring at me. Then he lets out a loud annoying caw as if I’m bothering him. A majestic creature overlooked every day sits there staring at me. I pull my hoodie up over my head to continue walking. It fly’s in front of me then settles on the tree to the left of me. I shrug my shoulders wondering what’s up with him. Maybe he’s having a bad day too.
Pop pop pop
Go your dreams
letting the doubts
Fears burn brighter than the light inside
Allowing those voices to get the best of you
Wondering what the critiques will be
How will they see what I choose to display
Perspectives of varying vices might make you fall
Are you willing to evolve past this?
Sing out your song
As you are
Angela K. Crandall
I want to be here, in somewhere else
Moment by moment
In the second’s, others said I wasted
Relishing in each lazy haze
Where my completeness is your undoing.
Angela K. Crandall