Neglect

It’s easy not to pick up the laundry off the floor

And let the piles lay like mountains you’ve never climbed

To allow papers to fill the trash bins with no plans to recycle

And it goes on this neglect, this allowance of lazy

But it’s not where I’ve been

It’s Instagram, editing, and working each day. A roller coaster of goals and no play

Then trying to fit in that tight wedge, to coexist, but get peace-d out instead

You’ve accepted your lot, tried to turn the tables, but they aren’t turning baby, and nobody is playing

There are judgments and haters, then maybe like two takers

Once in a while when I stand in the field they come up to watch me, bat

That’s the play that I get

~Angela K. Crandall~

©8/17/19

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Floating

Iridescent dreams
Glass floors
Swimming fish
Moons shining upon ponds
Waves crashing onto shores
As I sit contemplating time
It never was a friend of mine.
AKC
©3/5/19

Because of Tomorrow

She held her chin up
Sang the song
Smiled
Beamed
While she dreamed
One day she’d sing for the world
She felt it in her
Toes
Soul
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

An evening in…

Moonbeams reflect rays off my window.

 I open it then lean through it looking down as it glistens on the pond below.

Crickets chirp, frogs croak, and for a moment there is serene tranquility.

 I breathe it in enjoying moments passing as the wind tosses my hair at my face.

 Then lean back in, turning away, stumbling to slumber before the sun wakes me.

Angela K. Crandall
©2/12/19

Serenity

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
©1/10/18

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

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

©9/27/18

The dark side of me.

I keep writing
As if I’ll share my words with you
Then keep denying them
I hold them dearly inside
But I don’t keep secrets
I opened my book long ago
Reading from it waiting for a reaction
Satisfaction in, a me too
Nothing
Zilch
Then I closed my eyes waiting for grief to pass
To move beyond
But I never did
Stop searching for the social connections I lack
And that has driven me mad
Maybe manic
So I type, write, tell stories
Tales
Save Lives
In pages
Places I’ve created
Resurrected
Revived
And wonder how many other flashes from the past can I pick up
Bring them to life
Change the endings
By creating a beginning
That never was
As I recoil in the darkness
While they say, use
Happiness.

                                                   Angela K. Crandall

©9/16/18