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.)



From pain comes art.

“Everyone matters and has something to give.

For those hearts that see this seeking out others with the same.

I bow to you in acknowledgment of wholeness, understanding, kindness, and yearning to connect.

Inside my soul burns to meet others who wish to collaborate in this search for universal light.

Let no one take your candle but instead let’s hold it together up high so that all can see. Let us heal each other in spite of the hate and lies surrounding us.”

Angela K. Crandall
© 1/3/18

Owning me.

“I cannot be carved, by your hand. I take my tools back.
There are no demands that I will answer.
At this instant, I take minutes and hours multiplying them.
Even if it’s, only a wish.
I hold it up like a birthday candle and blow.
It disappears as I will.
One day.
So, for now, I take my minutes, hours and days holding them near for as long as I can.”
~Angela K. Crandall~


“Never let them stop you

Keep running

Even if you’re out of breath

Move forward

til you reach your goal with the sweat upon your brow

And smile at your success.”

Angela K. Crandall


Previous lives

Can you remember summer days with no obligations?

When you grabbed your swimsuit and headed for the river?

You swam all day long til the sun tanned your skin

Pretending you were traveling in the tropics with your best friends.

Days you sat with many books to read

Finishing one and starting another

The sound of an ice cream truck lit up your eyes

You ran as fast as superman to get that brightly colored ice cream

Joys long past that you can catch a glimpse of

in the corner of the memories, where childhood lives

Each day we let pass

Did you live in the moment?

Cherish each second

Do you ever have time to rewind and look back?

Each image golden

Actions, play, and people

Things you held dear

Do you recall them?

Like switching on a show of the Brady bunch

Do you remember?


Have you forgotten the moments lived?

As if you’d never have another.


Angela K. Crandall.

© 8/12/2015

Indispensable irreplaceable love

I am forever bleeding:


Emotions on my sleeves

I pull them up revealing bare skin

Letting you caress my arms

 You pull me near

A yearning in my chest

Needing to linger in your arms

To fall into them

Rest my head, my heart, and every piece of me

I spent on those who didn’t deserve me

Can I let go of the past

Humans who let me down


Trust you

Let you into

Everything I am

Without regret

Because I want to

Allow you in once more

Before the rain


Angela K. Crandall



You give me moments

 Glimpses that make me smile

Every time the paradox opens…

In this instance, you stick out your tongue at me

We are basking in the sunlight enjoying the end of day

You go by

As you have many times in my life

Followed, following

Restoring joy and hope

All at once

Remotely from afar


My Own

Do not tell me who to be inside this shell of me

All I am surrounds me unburdened

My own truth arises

Yours pushes me under drowning me

Refusing to tug along with an anvil, or a rock

Floating adrift amongst the cast-offs diving for treasures you’ve thrown out

You assumed they were long gone

Each ditch I dig fills with water flowing over in riches

I sit here beside the ocean my hands filled with sand and lay back

Thunder explodes, and I am not afraid

No not anymore

The anchor no longer exists attached to my ankle

I’ve tossed it aside

Chiseled each piece that emotionally involved me out

Tossed it aside,


Smothered in gas

Brunt up

Ashes flying in the wind

Reborn I am

Free from the judgment of any and all religions

My god is defined only by one true self


Love yourself, others, bear peace within

Begin for you

Walk when you cannot

Open up

Even if all you suffer inside is hidden

Understand as others turn their heads

So I’ve seen myself cry

As I’ve seen them.


Angela K. Crandall

© 7/2/15

Spirits unit…

When the lights diminish

Your stars shine

A paradox converging

Timeless ticks of time

Replaced by the music

You place in my mind

Twisting, turning, jumping,

High-fiving, cheers deep inside

Raging outward into dance

Each beat brings me closer

To an end

That I only want to start again

Circles connecting


Never dividing

Notes enveloping us

Engulfing us

Metaphorically touched

By soft sound igniting out of you

This is how we connect

With never having met.


Angela K. Crandall