tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12034702339073244712024-02-08T10:50:27.870+00:00Char: Burn to the BlackA place of poetry, where my thoughts flow out. Where all that was haunting me is burned to ashes and something light and new is born.Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-37348061972640721932012-01-11T10:38:00.002+00:002012-01-11T10:44:39.870+00:00Another passing moodTo stop the hallowed, hollowed ground<div>Sinking beneath the surface</div><div>The covering floor</div><div>Hardly serves its purpose</div><div><br /></div><div>It cannot simply be</div><div>A lack of peace</div><div>Moments of unease</div><div>A passing passion</div><div>A madness</div><div>That creeps along the spine</div><div>Infects the nerves and feelings</div><div>Seeps into the brain</div><div>A killing infection</div><div><br /></div><div>White and soothing</div><div>Tablet and water</div><div>But is it alright to rely on such?</div><div><br /></div><div>Frenzy and tears</div><div>Still spring to the surface</div><div>Disturb the calm</div><div>Upsets the peace</div><div>Fractures the healed pieces</div><div><br /></div><div>Needing so little to be high</div><div>So easily pulled low</div><div>Craving numb and calm</div><div>No matter the unhappiness</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it alright to be happy?</div><div>But to continue to have moments so sad?</div><div>Moments of madness?</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-27372427832184064402011-11-26T01:37:00.002+00:002011-11-26T01:43:16.676+00:00Solidity and PossibilityHello my Earth, my quiet ground<div>Sometimes so solid, so cold</div><div>You cannot look up into the sky</div><div><br /></div><div>Hello my Air</div><div>My winged one, so fair</div><div>You fly too far and seem to never look down</div><div><br /></div><div>My love, do I upset you?</div><div>My love, do I drive you mad?</div><div>We are such opposites, opposing forces</div><div><br /></div><div>But I need you- I need you</div><div>I want you- I want you</div><div>Do we fly or walk?</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's find both ways.</div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-14304698124402151992011-11-04T08:45:00.003+00:002011-11-04T08:51:32.951+00:00For MarkI am your muse<div>Your love</div><div>Your reason to be better</div><div><br /></div><div>You make me smile</div><div>Cry</div><div>Laugh</div><div>Sigh</div><div><br /></div><div>You also remind me of the pain</div><div>You remind me of the sadness</div><div>But you remind me, and make me see the possibilities</div><div><br /></div><div>I sometimes resent you</div><div>Sometimes regret you</div><div>But only in passing</div><div>I love you</div><div>So completely</div><div>I can see beyond Now with you.</div><div><br /></div><div>(P.S. I apologise for taking such a long time to update, it was simply not the right time for me. I was wondering whether to continue this blog of poetry, it seemed pointless for awhile. But, I need it more than I need for others to care about it, because <i>I</i> care about it. I hope though, if you read this, you are touched by it.)</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-81412719682321564212011-08-26T09:07:00.003+01:002011-08-26T09:16:18.243+01:00What You Taught MeThey can see you, <div>Perceive and analyse</div><div>Assume that such beauty is a great gift</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Captivation and mystery</div><div>Only last for moments</div><div>When grounded by the physical</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The most vivid eyes, seem dulled with blindness</div><div>The smoothest porcelain like skin, flakes and peels with rot</div><div>The heavenly sounds of a voice, go mute</div><div>The first picture turns to dust</div><div>Because nothing goes beyond the flat image</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Let beauty become one's aura</div><div>The words one speaks</div><div>The thoughts in one's head</div><div>The feelings that float through one's heart</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This becomes everlasting captivation and mystery</div><div>Love</div><div>
<br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-34924146208285679152011-08-10T06:01:00.001+01:002011-08-10T06:03:10.389+01:00HopeYou know what I hope for?<div>That even when I fall, I have the strength to pick myself off the ground.</div><div>And that those closet to me, still love me even when I'm damaged.</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-44230821180778305062011-07-12T08:21:00.003+01:002011-07-12T08:30:37.300+01:00DeclarationMany girls dream of their Prince Charming<div>And their Knight in Shining Armour</div><div>The man who can hold them with impossible strength and power</div><div>For they are weak, undeveloped and unsure</div><div><br /></div><div>They want to be taken on the adventures they hear others speak of</div><div>Dream of and wish for</div><div>They want power and crave strength</div><div>But think it is not something for them</div><div><br /></div><div>Others settle for simple thrills</div><div>Momentary pleasure and passing passions</div><div>Empty and tiresome</div><div><br /></div><div>Needing no Knight, no Dark One, no Prince</div><div>I just want The One beside me</div><div>As we go on together</div><div><br /></div><div>And if he is not strong enough to take me on adventures</div><div>Then hold on to my hand and I'll take You.</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-46660328354697214982011-07-04T05:49:00.003+01:002011-07-04T05:53:55.050+01:00BotanyPraying on blue roses for impossible wishes<div>Cherry blossoms are a fog at the edge of my dreams</div><div>Forget-me-nots a shade of violet that impress on memory</div><div>Poppies are a gloomy end</div><div>And the language of the flowers</div><div>Make me think of England</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-5282285806180676072011-06-29T10:11:00.002+01:002011-06-29T10:12:57.016+01:00When you've seen their beauty<div>Then learn all their flaws</div><div>And can say:</div><div>"I think I love you more"</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-29431061293999183302011-06-29T07:01:00.001+01:002011-06-29T07:03:51.299+01:00Just a thoughtCan I be your siren?<div>Your secret angel,</div><div>Your shining star,</div><div>Your light?</div><div><br /></div><div>Because you're mine.</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-80058769236293109362011-06-26T10:24:00.002+01:002011-06-26T10:29:44.947+01:00Some interesting news<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, I decided to gather lots of my poems into one manuscript and try to get it published. I am also gathering together my random writings (paragraphs, essays, plain journal entries, etc.) as another manuscript.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Does anyone have any suggestions as to how I should arrange it? I was thinking of themes or chapters, but so far I have simply been going by the most recent date, and working backwards. Also, does anyone know who I should talk to about this? Any suggestions would be really nice to hear. Thanks everyone.</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-43902991513146979562010-11-23T06:05:00.003+00:002010-11-23T06:08:16.601+00:00A childhood regret<span class="Apple-style-span" >I regret losing the confident person I was.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I <i>knew</i> I could do so much.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I still think there are things I can do, but I only <i>think</i>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And some days, the voice is so quiet, I can't believe I can hear it.</span></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-16890264249202750972010-09-13T06:07:00.002+01:002010-09-13T06:21:09.450+01:00Robotic Heart, Cyber Eye<span class="Apple-style-span" >Inside this hallow</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It has hidden</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >For decades, years and centuries</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This little portal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A place where all pleasure lies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >To crave and touch</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >An animal or human thing?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >To watch and wait</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >As a passionate nature flairs</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >To be watched and admired</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A sedate nature rocks the core</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This simple blend</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Earth and Fire</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Grows and Burns</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Does it work?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Does it combine well?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Who knows?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I still think I'll burn you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Written July 10, 2010)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-51884728484996717352010-09-13T05:54:00.002+01:002010-09-13T06:02:46.150+01:00Confusion<span class="Apple-style-span" >Recognise me</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Look at me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Beyond the shadow of a doubt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The mirror on your wall</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >No constraints</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >No wishes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nothing between us</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I curse you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I bless you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wish you well</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yet you do not know all that passes through here</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A tyrant</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A treasure</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A pleasure in my pain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've given you nothing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I ask you for everything</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A spot unholy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A ritual to spend</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >To mark this time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A s spent</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First blood</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First light</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First darkness in the sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First sorrow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First peace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First way to eternity</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Give me your hate</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll turn it into shame</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll never let it hurt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I'll never let you win</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Narcissist</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Evil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Flop</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Written July 7, 2010)</span></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-50408185074949465352010-09-13T05:42:00.002+01:002010-09-13T05:52:22.209+01:00Waiting, Searching<span class="Apple-style-span" >Waiting or searching</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >What does that say about a person?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >There are those who are waiting for something</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And those who are searching</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And they are all different.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But is there a difference between the two?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >For those who search-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Are waiting to find something</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And those who wait-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Are searching for the right thing to pass in front of their eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Waiting and searching...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And when it has arrived-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Has been found</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Will we recognize it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Written July 3, 2010)</span></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-54454656467198814972010-09-11T02:56:00.002+01:002010-09-11T03:04:15.942+01:00Flash and strain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">What would it take</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">To burn out the shadow reversed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Hate</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">In one's mind?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Unforgiving memories-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Moments</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Of perfect pointlessness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Disregard</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Conceit</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">A little child clings</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Ripping open</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Inside-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And without</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">The marks and the scars</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Feel it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">See it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">This is what you do to me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">You millions of staring eyes!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Eyes... eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Haunting and flashing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Through and around me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">A fascination and obsession </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Stemming from hatred</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I enjoy that which hurts me-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Poisons and destroys me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">For I will always be the destroyer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">To my own light and happiness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If that be the only </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">control</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> I possess</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Than let me possess it!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">(Written on July 2, 2010... things have changed...)</span></div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-17638564016046951292010-09-08T18:11:00.002+01:002010-09-08T18:18:28.493+01:00Silver Eyed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Inside here</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Foggy and indistinct</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A place to run to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Alone and calm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Forever comfortable in alone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And I'll always want to hide in here</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Watching those unfocused eyes</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Away in a place</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Unreachable and distant</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Beside me but not there</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Where I can no longer touch her</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Though her body remains</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Next to me</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Possessed and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">unpossessible</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This be a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">dilemma or curse</span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A blessing in a vague, false world</span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And a way to remain alright in self</span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Though 'self' be vague and far away</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-13234586965378616822010-08-23T07:25:00.001+01:002010-08-23T07:28:17.443+01:00A Wisp at Night<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Unstitched doll</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Broken feathered bird</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Jagged glass</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">No longer</span></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-69089832123587412472010-08-23T07:20:00.004+01:002010-08-23T07:23:38.292+01:00At the Start of Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It is in the clarity of the light- of- day</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That everything makes sense</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It is only at night</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">During the fog of fear</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Of the shrouded mind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That even the most simple beings</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Become skewed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> Wait for the light.</span></div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-88763951212873487642010-08-17T07:19:00.002+01:002010-08-17T07:22:26.986+01:00On the Last Night<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Put yourself to sleep with bad memories</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Drug yourself with evil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Into heavy sleep</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Stinging dreams</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Ease yourself into rest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A quiet place</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A tired mind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Where ideas for art</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Sweet pictures in your head</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Float in bizarre dreams</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> All beside you.</span></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-22176108866252339532010-08-05T07:12:00.002+01:002010-08-05T07:23:42.523+01:00A momentI'll never let another person <div>Swallow my tears for me</div><div>There are too many</div><div>That drip from these scarred fingertips</div><div>And glisten in the one light</div><div>I ever let shine on myself</div><div><br /></div><div>But another has had to watch them</div><div>And is says more about-</div><div>Myself-</div><div>My state-</div><div>That I would allow this intrusion</div><div>And not cave into the hole</div><div>Buried inside</div><div><br /></div><div>I've soared and crashed in moments</div><div>Been heavy on the ground then flew</div><div>And it's a sorrow and happiness</div><div>That constantly-</div><div>Soothes-</div><div>Attacks-</div><div>And makes due</div><div><br /></div><div>Tell me if there's something I must do</div><div>To stop it-</div><div>To fight it-</div><div>or is it simply about</div><div>Being free to live it</div><div><br /></div><div>Do I just live it?</div><div>Can I just live it?</div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-25121768965593110452010-06-26T05:39:00.002+01:002010-06-26T05:44:35.327+01:00The Goddess (Part two of two)Let me hold on to you<div>Your hands</div><div>And eyes</div><div>Perfect in their pain</div><div>The coldness of them all</div><div><br /></div><div>I keep crying</div><div>Wishing I could never feel</div><div>This heart or heat</div><div><br /></div><div>Give <i>me</i> the hands made of bone!</div><div>Meant to crush and lie</div><div>Beat down the Earth</div><div><br /></div><div>Give <i>me</i> those eyes!</div><div>Perfect in their soulessness</div><div>Intense and depth</div><div>I want all others to-</div><div><i>Sink</i></div><div>Into them</div><div>Blacked out Waters</div><div><br /></div><div>Let them <i>not</i> come here</div><div>Let me be what they fear</div><div>Let me be my monster</div><div>Perfect in my lack of humanity</div><div><br /></div><div>Can you give me that?</div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-48911899546025259142010-06-26T05:21:00.002+01:002010-06-26T05:39:00.060+01:00The Human (Part one of two)If frosted skin<div>Melted beneath</div><div>A violent sun</div><div>More loud than bright</div><div>Could the waters ever nourish this desert?</div><div><br /></div><div>The barrenness of this land</div><div>A heart unused</div><div>And left in sickled moonlight</div><div>Has bloomed poisonous flowers</div><div>Perhaps capable</div><div>Perhaps not</div><div><br /></div><div>Wrapped in black</div><div>This goddess stands</div><div>Away from the hedonist's paradise</div><div><br /></div><div>From her body</div><div>She breeds</div><div>Black birds</div><div>Raging fires</div><div>Creatures to terrify small psyches</div><div><br /></div><div>Raze across the land-</div><div>This land</div><div>And bear down on my shoulders</div><div><br /></div><div>For I fear not</div><div>This coldness</div><div>Nor numbness</div><div>The rake of the heat</div><div>Of the other place</div><div>Keeps calling-</div><div>Though it continues to damage and scar</div><div>Then punish me for the injury</div><div><br /></div><div>Must it be a sickle?</div><div>Cannot a fertile crescent-</div><div>Ride in sky?</div><div><br /></div><div>Tell me and show me</div><div>I am tired and worn</div><div>Twisting and grappling</div><div>Inside...</div><div>Inside...</div><div><br /></div><div>And over.</div><div><br /></div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-48263981410049919042010-06-26T05:15:00.002+01:002010-06-26T05:19:57.842+01:00If I am tainted, it was by choiceI didn't fall<div>I dove head first</div><div>Out of heaven</div><div><br /></div><div>And embraced the magnitude</div><div>Of the world around me</div><div>In all its pain and glory</div><div>The ugly, demented, diseased</div><div>These are me</div><div><br /></div><div>As much the fallen and the demon</div><div>As I am an angel and good fellow</div><div><br /></div><div>The beauty, wonder</div><div>And healing...</div><div><br /></div><div>These are <i>all</i> me!</div>Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-6574002817303735202010-06-20T06:03:00.002+01:002010-06-20T06:14:50.726+01:00If I were to tell the truthI'm still hiding<br />Still behind here<br />With the mask on my face<br />A smile, or rather<br />An emotionless paste<br />Upon this face<br /><br />I'm still numb here<br />Still feeding myself ice<br />Chilling these weak veins<br />And letting this heart remain cold<br /><br />For any flame to touch-<br />Even the smallest space-<br />Of all this-<br /><em>Burns-</em><br />Burns, burns, burns-<br />And in haste<br />I assume the worst<br /><br />The feelings of pleasure-<br />Are pain<br />The feelings of love-<br />Are pain<br />The feelings of having that love returned-<br />Are the <em>worst</em> kinds of <em>pain</em>!<br /><br />I have let:<br />Ice,<br />Blood,<br />Scars,<br />Wounds,<br />Hatred,<br />Envy,<br />Anger, and<br />Hunger-<br />Become the only things <em>real</em> to me<br /><br />This is all I know.<br /><br />And I do not see the evil within this monster anymore<br />This hateful, ugly creature<br />Is more beautiful to me, than I could ever say<br /><br />For it is me<br />As much as it is my nightmare<br />And it needs to be embraced<br /><br />It can save itself<br />It can run and fight<br />But it can't be left alone<br /><br />For we...<br /><br />We are meant to be cherised.Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203470233907324471.post-89996690931622043952010-06-12T16:36:00.004+01:002010-06-20T06:03:37.618+01:00Within and WithoutThe rain of essence<br />Of silver weightlessness<br />The pale fragile<br />Doll<br />The tiny maiden<br />Oh Moth Girl<br /><br />Has she exited my body?<br />Or does her reign<br />Forever impact my history?<br /><br />Tissue paper wings<br />And a crown of her fellows<br />Above a saddened brow<br />And luminous eyes<br />Filled with all the shed tears<br /><br />Her powerlessness<br />Comes not from true weakness<br />But from disbelief<br /><br />Why would a pale creature have power?<br /><br />As beautiful<br />As she is self-destructive<br />To herself<br />And to I<br /><br />But do I let her go?<br />Forget her<br />And never remember the maids we once were?<br /><br />Now vibrant<br />In blackness<br />Or in colours<br />I cannot help but remember<br />Those days of being without<br />Staring in the mirror<br />Without<br />Just translucence<br />Colourlessness<br /><br />And there is a certain<br />Sadness<br />In losing yourself<br />Even the broken past<br />Its bloody future<br /><br />For what lies before<br />This new ground<br />Is <em>far</em> more bright<br />But like lightning<br /><br />And the Moth Girl would cower<br />But the rest of me<br />Is ready<br /><br />With a smile on my face...Melissa Angelikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180932251168901604noreply@blogger.com0