Mid-Day Ramblings

Everything feels the same
No forward momentum
There is no change
But everything is changing
Even I am moving further into my life
Each step leading to aging
I am writing, serving what I feel is my purpose
Still, it is stagnant
Not, ripening like an apple
But I will rot
We all die
I attempt to live in each moment
And when I’ve risen
Someone pulls me down
Their words, thoughts actions I’m told to ignore
And when I rise above them, the hope lasts maybe a month
If I’m lucky I can brush their thoughts or views aside
Exhale and try to make things matter
This voice that screams for you to listen
And then you’re told you want attention
We all want attention, to be heard
Or would we rather
Sit back and turn on the television
Ignore the things turning around us
It’s hate, beauty, and the uniform we are forced to wear
Society’s standards are not mine
And I type on my machine
I’m in no race
Click, click, click
Words with meaning to sometimes only me
And I wonder if they glimpse at all, peak at what is underneath this skin
Of a beating heart that would bleed
For those who wish to speak
I know what it’s like to linger in the sidelines
To stop, not speaking, to not interrupt, to be polite
Because if you stumble over them, push them, or try
You have no manners
While neither will I.
Angela K. Crandall


Because of Tomorrow

She held her chin up
Sang the song
While she dreamed
One day she’d sing for the world
She felt it in her
The rhymes beating with each note
Singing of hope
Where she would soon be
If she could climb high enough
Convincing them to see the song within her

Angela K. Crandall ©2/21/18


 The chill of the cold winter air blasts through my clothes.
I stop to look up at the trees as they sway, hoping to stay put and not get blown away.
I pull my coat closer to my core fighting the wind, squinting to see, as all the snow blows sideways at me.
I’m treading, tramping, and pushing my way along the snow drifts. It reminds me of a mighty plow, or a little doggie running right now.
Smiling to myself, I keep on.
Homebound, ready for my hot chocolate, a blanket, my chair. Oh, and a sweet little kitten who is waiting for a snug comfortable lap.
Oh, I can see it! My cozy house, a light a lite. So I skip up to the door, pull out my keys, and get in quickly before I continue to freeze.
The grey kitten stands at the top of the stairs with a mutt by her side. He lets out several barks as his butt starts to fly, back and forth so fast he falls, then stands up.
I try not to laugh as I take off my coat, gloves, and hat.
Those two are a hoot. A comedy act and I’m ready to settle in for the night with that.

Angela K. Crandall



The princess knows reality, see’s the truth and endures her struggles. She is precisely herself lifted by light as they attempt to pull her into the darkness, she struggles to break free knowing there are things to be accomplished, dead skin to shed, and doubts to overcome. And what a princess is, is up to you. Hold strong the soul you’ve been given, fight for your truth not with a sword but with reason. Love but do not force, and allow others freedom.
Angela K. Crandall

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

Meeting but not…

I dive as I drive into a state of music
It sweeps me into a mood of smiles
Leads me down a path of hopes
Keeps me full without the filling
Features all the best artists of my choosing
And I recognize my gain from their work on my way to work
Pun intended
They help me help myself
And I am grateful
Even when the song fills my eyes with tears
Reminds me of memories
Burns my fingertips from bad choices
Music is not only words
It’s a part of souls
Touching ours
Without ever having to meet.

Angela K. Crandall


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~