Written By Angelo
Dec. 8, 2021, 12:59 a.m.(9/15/1016 AR)
To that voice that is deep inside.
My search often finds only silence,
As if intuition has abandoned and died.
This moves me to sounds I observe,
With perception that is experienced and real.
While exercising any lack of emotion,
Where the technical outweighs any feel.
Now I realize the empirical shortfalls,
are rarely guided by any moral debate.
Yet the need is both complex and basic,
So that we sense a value, between love and hate.
Written By Angelo
Dec. 8, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(9/15/1016 AR)
You may think she is odd.
Look deeper than the skin and see something you do not know, something you never thought of.
People are all different, finding different ways to heal.
People are all different, with unique ways to feel.
You may have a full heart ready and able to give love.
You may have a generous mind always seeking to feel love.
But some minds and hearts do not have the range of what you can receive or give.
Exposed and beaten by life, a life you would not want to live.
Some hearts and minds have holes inside where nothing can get through.
Some hearts and minds are broken and there is little you can say or do.
Listen to their pain and sorrow and listen to them too. Do not judge a broken heart or mind because that is the worst thing you can do.
Written By Angelo
Dec. 5, 2021, 2:27 a.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
unfolding the deepest thoughts, the loving thoughts, the glorious thoughts, the gloomiest thoughts
childhood memories float in tiny rainbow paper boats
dance on the softest petals of petite flowers emanating perfumes of sense-robbing mixed scents
serenade me away to the forest of dreams in a playful swing of my coral passions
weaving the tapestry of mysterious stories depicting eternal melody of love and loss
I am a Nightingale
singing a song of lavender dreams and hopes, under an ultramarine canvas blending turquoise sky and sapphire ocean
twilight moon flickering ribbons of love
my audience - the pearlescent clouds, gleaming stars, souls with a poetic heart!
I write for myself
I write for you
I write for the future generations to come.
My story is their story, my life is their life
The vermilion sky at dawn kindle an inspiration in me,
So do the gossamer rays of crimson twilight
humming river, cadence of ocean-waves, snow-capped mountain-peaks
Twittering birds, twinkling stars
History of human race, struggles and victories.
Written By Angelo
Dec. 1, 2021, 10:18 a.m.(9/2/1016 AR)
Written By Angelo
Dec. 1, 2021, 10:17 a.m.(9/2/1016 AR)
Written By Angelo
May 4, 2021, 12:25 a.m.(5/28/1015 AR)
This is far better than I had expected, positioned in such a beautiful area of the city that I must say I have no regrets.
Written By Angelo
May 3, 2021, 12:43 a.m.(5/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
Written By Angelo
May 3, 2021, 12:39 a.m.(5/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
Written By Angelo
Jan. 20, 2019, 2:17 a.m.(6/3/1010 AR)
Written By Angelo
Jan. 20, 2019, 2:15 a.m.(6/3/1010 AR)
Written By Angelo
Jan. 13, 2019, 11:11 p.m.(5/9/1010 AR)
Written By Angelo
May 31, 2018, 7:09 p.m.(11/21/1008 AR)
Written By Angelo
May 15, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(6/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Written By Angelo
May 14, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)
What I recall of her: arms filled with parcels, brandywine eyes, the dip of her head with warm brown hair, and a crooked smile. All of the presence of royalty, even if we were about to collide because the turn of her heel was sharp and purposeful.
Who are you?
Written By Angelo
May 14, 2017, 12:06 p.m.(6/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
With my ego weighed down, I would apply those descriptions to you. Now.
A gentle soul, a joyous laugh, your heart a blooming rose for the want to help everyone.
Written By Angelo
May 14, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(6/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
A force of nature.
A phrase better applied to the Radiant, truth, than the compliment that she offered me.
Written By Angelo
May 11, 2017, 10:29 p.m.(6/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Written By Angelo
May 11, 2017, 2:39 p.m.(6/11/1006 AR)
There is too much time for introspection, and the transition from hermitage to the rich complexities of life outside of the villa has proved exacting. I feel as minute as any insect beneath a magnifying lens, under the unforgiving scrutiny of the Lyceum, and the fear of being compared ceaselessly to the impossible standards my cousins present. At first, it was a great condescension to leave my suite. I persisted. I walked through the streets. I made purchases. Living as I had for months with my own dread of further saying or doing the wrong thing, I was surprised to find that those whispers - those unwanted thoughts - were silenced.
At least for a time.
Written By Angelo
May 8, 2017, 2:05 p.m.(6/5/1006 AR)
I emerge with more awareness. I acknowledge myself. In doing so, I become less frangible. I become the gold that seams the edges of cracked porcelain.
Beautifully flawed, made stronger through the destruction. Illuminated, not disguised.
Written By Angelo
Jan. 30, 2017, 4:01 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
I won't lose hope.
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