Angela's Crazy Thoughts

So many twists and turns in the ventricles of the heart…with each beat another color comes to life…blue, green and turquoise….as it slowly heals past scars and forgives itself for its transgressions red appeared…the color of life….its pulse quickens and becomes lively and content….insecurities rise at first can this flame see beyond that? A release of blood and love. Breath becomes uneven and shallow.. and quickens as warmth takes over…the coolness of a silver kiss cools the surface of skin and this hearts fire intensifies…and lasts during the changing of the leaves and lives all the same til winter comes…change destroys confidence in this heart and reflects where it begans can this flame really disappear to an ember….tears of snow freeze this heart and it waits for the possibility that the colors come back to light its world….blood…love may not be the same but memories tell a story all their own and constant reminders of that flame…..a candle waits by the window for the warm embrace of heat to return to this heart on times own terms….days and minutes past a cross made of nails recalls more than just the memory of when it was given, it tells the story of how the flame came to be…ups and downs, twists and turns the heart remembers who it is and its pulse returns with tree simple words that bring color to every memory to come…

Always looking…searching for a heart that isn’t cold…a soul unsold,

a broken heart….a clock ticking away the the rainbow shards tear me apart.

Days pass purple thorns scoring my very soul,in this realm I breathe misunderstanding..blood has the thickness of water…is there any endearment left in the name daughter?

In a society obsessed with perfection I’m a lotus flower growing the waters surface from the suffocation of the waters of lies and hurt.

Finding love in the most cryptic places…friends flames that leave traces of ember to light this faint heart

A soul tortured and manipulated like a marionette…it longs for security of tears 

Fear is hard to hide…as I walk this unknown trek, memories appear. 

Will this soul find solace in love or be engulfed  by insecurities heart….. 

A seemingly invincible fire inside.

Though her spirit is strong, her past runneth over, full of hesitant humanity.

Her heart hold a callus appearance, but with every beat, shows traces it’s as fragile as a candle flame.

Those who think she is bitter, a grievance they receive, for her soul is enticed by small acts of generosity.

It’s the stories of her past she has long lasting used to hide.

Some of her own faults, others a little too close for comfort, are those inflicted the wounds to blame.

She  has learned to love her imperfections, from her burdens she is liberated.

The tears of relief, never so sweet have they tasted.