Angela Marie Lara
Biography of Angela Marie Lara
'One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen.'
'Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.'
~Percy Shelley, A Defence of Poetry,1821
'Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.'
'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.'
'If the doctor told me I had six minutes to live, I'd type a little faster.'
Angela Marie Lara Poems
Making Sense Of Life's Wonders
I can hear it in the trees as they bend and stretch. I can see it in the stars in their twinkling brightness.
Your feelings change when the wind shifts direction. You demand changes from me and label it a suggestion.
Faced with immeasurable confrontation I cry out in desperation Filled to the brim with immense frustration I search for answers with no education
How can you just walk away? How can you ignore what I want to say? Just turn your back, head for the door
Circumstances have A tendency to turn Into bigger problems Why haven't we learned?
I am ready now to give up and die to curl up in a ball and weep and cry.
These ragged wounds wrap crimson rivulets around my wrist that meet and fall
When I close my eyes I can see you Standing naked before me Begging me
Beneath The Clouds
There comes a time a moment a feeling When it all falls away
Sometimes two souls Working through life Touch each other And make a light
Turning The Frown
A smile... It doesn't seem like much but it is sometimes quite hard to rearrange those frowning muscles
When she was born, I was there Not you.
Turning The Frown
It doesn't seem like much
but it is sometimes quite hard
to rearrange those frowning muscles
and offer one in return...
Yet with you,
has become natural.
I can't control it anymore