Born on March 16th in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I love antyhing dealing with the arts. Writing, acting, singing....it doesn't matter. It's creative and a way to express yourself. I am a very compliacted person but once you admit to yourself that I'm just me it'll all click. I am an all around girl. Meaning I can survive in the city, country, suburbs, wherever. I am a very understanding person ... more »
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Vanessa Kingsley Poems
Angels All Around
Touched by a revealing light I look into the setting sun’s rays Serenity overwhelms me once more So many words I want to say
Regretting, Regretting Everything. Regre...
The chances I could have taken. The things I could have said. The flame that you awakened. That voice inside my head.
Another Please She could use a cigarette She says she’s not addicted yet But I see it in her eyes
When everything seems to go dark I can see clearly I can feel it all Unspoken words bounce off the prison in my mind
You say I can be anything and do anything Then you turn around and confine my mind Erase my thoughts Shatter my dreams and make me blind
Alone The wind blows hard as the sky grows dark. The moon shines full; a lazy halo surronds it becuas eif the swirling mist. Lights are out, streets are quiet. I am alone. The world is silent. The darkness moves. Nothing at all is here.
Sun sparkles and shines on the green jade leaves that look like gems. I'm left alone inside and I'm by myself. No one looks for me No one cares No one sees me
Blood runs through the streets invisibly Violence seems to have a history No sure way to get out and away So the troubles in her life seem to stay
Smash! Crash! Screech! I hear it in the street. Bang! Boom! Clang! There it is again!
He loves me He loves me not I hope that isn't so. He loved me
As the storm rages on and hope’s light is dimmed The world carries on and doesn’t look in Lives are lost and things are destroyed Yet for some reason, help won’t deploy
Yesterday’s colour Faded to gray It looks like Rain is on its way
Waiting every night For an ominous phone call Resenting waking up alone in the night Swollen with pride
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Angels All Around
Touched by a revealing light
I look into the setting sun’s rays
Serenity overwhelms me once more
So many words I want to say
But our conversation goes nowhere
I don’t feel like explaining it anymore
Looking for my angel
Where did she go?
Seems she left
Only for a while
I keep my mind at ease
Knowing he still smiles
Down on my frame
Up in that city of gold
Pain erased from his features forever
Suddenly, my problems vanish
The wind blows
A warm breeze caresses my face
Angels linger around me
Faith is so hard to keep
I sometimes don’t...