Monday, January 26, 2015

The Beauty of Makeup in Friendship (Poem)

Makeup defines you
Just as my friends do
Standing out in more ways than two
As the most alluring creatures
Accentuating the wonderful features
Just like a gem
You exemplify who I am
Contour my personality
There is no irregularity

Enhancing my presence
With your natural luminescence
You are my compliment to my lashes
A step up from glasses
Shadow to my eyes you must realize
It is of no surprise our friendship I shall never compromise

You are the bronze that radiates my face
Dressed in bobbins and lace
Gloss on my lips
As if to eclipse
You are positively beautiful
Youthful and indisputable

I walk in confidence
With a pleasant countenance
Because your elegance and true beauty
Shine like a rouge ruby


By virtue you are my mend
Above others you transcend
I am proud to say
Regardless of what others convey
All of your qualities that glitter and glam
MAKE UP the very essence of who I am

Angeltopia

Inspiration: I wanted to express a poem about my friendships and somehow made it correlate with things that make us feel pretty. Makeup, bobbins, and lace do just that. Although not everyone wears it but just putting something on whether it's makeup or clothes can have a dramatic effect on our mood. Sometimes the most basic everyday things we do are rarely expressed in comparison to things of value. I hope you all fancy this poem as much as I do. It is my own definition of friendship.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Oh Father ~ Poem

Oh father
As I stand before the cheval glass
Admiring the impression without crass
I exist in the echoing sounds of broken glass
I can not deny you are still here
In my crowned wisdom to the falling tear
I have made myself orphan of the year

Oh father
Your shadow exists in silent fondness
Knowing you've departed I exist in numbness
I’ve reached the status of alumnus
Though my grip is tight on dumbness
Nothing to show but my glumness
Reaching a seemingly definitive plateau
Unable to shake this unbearable throe

Oh father
I yearn sadly for those words to hear
Lost and alone you are nowhere to steer
I fall at your feet in self defeat
A homeless orphan in the street
A fatherless child I have heedlessly become
A confounded false truth in your shielded mum

Oh father
Only to the Almighty God Jehovah have I succumbed
Searching for love in my daily hum
The truth remains you were ashamed
Lost in lovelessness untamed
With faith I only hope to remain
My own consciousness to blame
Riding on a horse with no saddle
Left alone to fight life’s battle

Oh father
I have been transformed to a new me
Struggling and awaiting for a world I have yet to see
Though my reality is your indignity
I prance in your weeded garden
Becoming ever so hardened
Despite my intended pardon
I have become resolute in my own victory garden

Oh father
I effortlessly levitate in mother’s path of sorrow
As she desperately longed for another tomorrow
Lost in her own web of lies
She has yet to realize
I am an extension of your eyes
An appendage of your soul she so stealthily denies

Oh father
Everyone living carefree
Facing their own ignominy
Repudiated scornfully
Only to be received sullenly
Displaying no repentance
I actively serve a life sentence
I came to exist in your error
Facing my own truth alone in furor

Oh father
My life is a bitter certain untruth
Neglected and forsaken like a painful tooth
I know their game
It is such a shame
They will never accept their own blame
Disdained and despised --it is all the same
I am their target, their focus, their one true aim

Oh father
My innocence has lost it’s youth
I take a deep breath in spite of you
Undeniably reflecting pieces of a shattered soul
I know that my very essence is indeed your mold
You are my admiration to judge you I will not
I wish there was a way to say that I miss you a lot

Oh father
You are not really gone
I am indebted as your swan
In a silent embrace
I caress your face
As I stand before your impression
No longer an undoubted question
I shall never look back
Memories shall never lack
I will try not to be sad
The former things shall pass
Nothing ever really lasts
Forever and always
I love you dad!



Angel's Bio: I wrote this with the deepest part of my soul. I lived amongst members of the same household who were in on a grisly secret far too long. Writing this poem was an emotional release. I am still battling an identity crisis but it gets better for the most part. This is surely a life altering situation. I am taking it one day at a time thanks to Jehovah's help. I am writing a personal memoir and hope to share my story with the world. My life isn't so boring after all.