Love inside out

Soft clouds drift by as I lay in the summer sun while the whole world comes undone. My music on my phone it sings bringing me alive. Thus hopeful I stand; begin to sway to the beat, dance out to the hope inside my head. They probably want me to give up instead. I won’t let them stomp out my passions, reactions, or satisfaction. I turn off the fear they attempt to create with all their static noise and hate. I see no boundaries but open field’s ways around their exploitations, destructive games of arrogant violence. I claim peace, rainbows of beauty, and if we all could stop the judgment, they claim only one could do, then maybe they could to end the silly battle of who’s wrong or right, and just let us all live our lives and move on. No one can choose what’s right for you. Are you a dreamer too? Or do you want a government that defines it all, one that will push you against a wall? How can we be genuinely free except inside our heads, when those offensive words are read..- in a democracy…- in a world we once called free? Will we soon only be free inside our minds? We will only know in time.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/15/19

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Maybe me

“I saw today in the mirror as tomorrow passed.”
AKC

©3/5/19

Peace

Sleep is a place I go
A land I know
Where my unconscious travels
In and out of worlds unknown
Places I might have been
Wants and needs, they say
Exist played out in R.E.M.
Funny, short, long, monumental illusions
I’d often rather fight for
Than anything else
But I can’t sleep forever.
Angela K. Crandall ©12/6/18

Nano-Writer

I’ve been away typing.

Writing

Stories

Dreams

Scenario’s

Wondering if the outcome will be

Played

Made

Born

Into illusions in heads bringing them to life.

Will you feel every fear she faces, hope, needs, or desire?

How about welcoming these strange events with open arms?

Or will you toss the book aside wondering why you started at all?

Will you be appalled or fall in love with the main characters wishes?

These are my questions I ask myself as I write what’s inside, put it all down, daring to be the writer I wish to be.

Angela K. Crandall

©11/13/18

Sanctuary

I want to place myself in safety,
A refuge of my own.
One with music, food, books, and a pen, and paper with which I’ll roam.
Perhaps I’ll take a backpack full of essential things, then all I’ll need is a place warm, and dry for me and my things.
Once I wanted a cabin far away in the woods. Then I thought I’d be fine in a hotel even if it were in L.A.because the view is spectacular. Maybe New York, if I could keep the peace within, channel my inner balance, but then again the smell of a campfire, draws me into its arms, but I don’t like tents or the hard ground on my back.
So the cabin won out, but it’s always only in my mind.
One time I thought it was stolen
That a moment would taint it, but it hasn’t.
So I’ll be here, in the quiet woods, and perhaps a lake to walk upon the shore, seek the sunrise to sunset. I’ll take it all in, and you can’t take that, no you can’t. There are no mind police yet.

Angela K. Crandall

©10/10/18

In my dreams…

       

       Unicorn come find me and whisk me away to a magical world. We’ll go to an island, and I’ll feed you apples while I write in my journal. I’ll reread every page and smile. Then throw it in the ocean feeding the sea with my thoughts. Perhaps the fish will read them, or Jaws will taste each vowel and spit the others out. Afterward, I’ll build a cabin out of straw, branches, and the twine the villagers find for me when I meet them. Let’s hope they are friendly. I’ll grow crops to feed everyone, somehow we’ll find seeds and hope will nurture them with wild rains as they pour onto the land. This my magical creature would be a great plan.

–AKC ©9/29/18

Visions of Life

When I want things I can’t have I close my eyes
Breath deep and exhale
Then count to ten.
I reach to the sky stretching my body as I would my mind.
Then let my arms fall to my sides.
I open myself up to what’s within and use it to write.
My imaginations-The life I couldn’t have
And I can re-invent it
Over and over again.
I can make it perfect, unlike reality
Or make it as imperfect and crazy as I like.
My fingertips, they hold-worlds within my mind.
Angela K. Crandall
©7/12/18

Devoted Cravings

“I can be simplified or deep.
It all depends on the day, circumstances, and how I let others affect my emotions.
If something hits me hard, I may fall crying out loud for dreams I wish to come true.
Wouldn’t you?”
~AKC~ ©3/13/8

(*Poetry was written and first publilshed on Twitter on this date.)

 

A women’s desire.

Take me aside and hold me.

Tell me you won’t let the bad guys get me.

Even if I can save myself.

Be my hero.

Show me your strength while allowing me to shine.

Help me to find the control I seek when I cannot see it myself.

Intertwined in a mirror that sees what needs to be said without speaking.

Angela K. Crandall

©3/5/18