Battles

I’m not everything you want me to be.  
It’s hard to keep up
I work, write, and  try to balance my life
Then I lose track of time
Erase e-mails of poetry
Finding it difficult to make time, to read others visions
But creating it to finish my last novel
A series
To complete a dream
Then start another.
My apologies
I wish I could be better
Always here for everyone
Even myself
When I am not.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©8/4/17

I’ve been gone….

 working every day in many ways

I am a wife, writer, non-profit retail worker

A friend to a few

Each day I attempt to take it in 

Not waste a minute

Give and get, then give again

I’m not  free of imperfections

are you?

The cycle of the circle

In 24 hours 

The sun rises and falls

And someday we fall to

How do you want them to recall you?

Will you struggle for your dream? 

Give up something for passion only you can see.  

Then hope when someone opens the book, reads the words, they too will be touched.

It’s why I’ve been away.

And Poetry…

I’ve been writing it, just for another book.

Anticipating that someone will understand what I have to say

If not today perhaps tomorrow, or much later when I’m gone.

Angela K. Crandall

©6/1/17

Restricted

My heart is spilling out poetry profoundly
Over analyzing
Every evening
Twisting
Tempting fate
Rehashing
Yearning
For a solution to debates
Problems, troubles, conflicts
Pleading that others see beyond their own biblical perceptions
But
The more I see
I want to be
Agnostic again.

Angela K. Crandall

©4/15/17

Splendor

I want to be here, in somewhere else

Not knowing

Existing

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

©3/17/17

 

The Love inside

You inspire me
You are me
I’m in love with the oneness of me
It’s kind of, freaky arrogant the way I take in what I’ve become
Feeling like I am someone
Even if it is just for a few
I am grateful, Keep being productive, move forward
Don’t take for granted the gratitude, kindness, and hope given.
No, I’m not perfect
I only have faith that I will be better, am healthier than who I was before
Then raise my face to the sun, then run ahead ready to meet what comes next.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©2/27/17

No-Filter-Thoughts

In my world, there is an island where poverty doesn’t exist.
A place where you are not condemned for being either religious or not
But that you
Can
Be yourself
Equal to each other no matter
Race, sexuality or where you are from
If we were to lift each other up
There would be no class system
There would just be a group of humans working together
So everyone had what they needed
But
This world is only in my heart
It can only be provided by me helping those around myself.
Being that which I want others to be
It will only happen if we; as a group of humans are selfless
It won’t be easy
I want an island where
People don’t have to hide who they are
Where no one hurts each other
Physically, mentally or emotionally
I want peace, hope, and love
I don’t understand those that say no judgment
Then they use a book to do just that.
Angela K. Crandall
©1/20/17

Write Girl

I don’t feel like writing poetry
Little lines that rhythm for thee
I’ve been editing my life away
Chapter by Chapter
Hour by hour
In hopes I will be read, heard, opened up like a book.
I walk on the road looking for a twist, turn, a runway.

Angela K. Crandall

©1/6/17

Familiarity

Slipping, sliding down the hills I remember it so well
Years have passed since I woke up eager on Christmas morning
Now all I want is my nice warm bed
Sleeping in
Friends who will be there til the end
Simplicities that seem so complicated
Going home
Waking up to family
Hoping it will come together in the end
When it feels almost, the same again.
Angela K. Crandall
©12/23/16