Biography of Angelia McKee
Picturesque scenes of the hills of Kentucky come to mind, wandering aimlessly around in the abundant wooded areas, the beauty of autumn leaves turning into a plethora of color, and falling from their moorings to land softly upon the ground. The winters can be harsh, but are gentle compared to what some must endure.
Spring leaps in so quickly, that on occasion, there is no warning and the only way to realize spring has arrived is the blazing blooms surrounding a person. In summer, the heat becomes rather oppressive, but can be drowned away at the many beaches, though artificially made they may be. Sandcastles and beach attire abound.
There is something about this place, something that supercedes all others and in time calls for a certain amount of devotion. Something in this place fits nicely with my soul.
Angelia McKee Poems
In his eyes, I saw the way it could have been and in my heart, I suppose I knew, the way it never would be. So, I took my heart and guarded it with all my strength. I built up the walls as high and strong as I could. Then I turned my soft heart into stone, the warmth, into ice.
As darkness surrounds me, I wish for it to be complete and total, and even more so, permanent. As wishes go, they're never granted. Except, maybe once, but, that's over now. Maybe, that's why I feel this way now.
Words Of Wisdom
Do you peer timidly from the faces of the past, allowing memories to haunt every waking moment? Peer then, for the memories may become all that is left. Do you mourn how freely you gave your heart, trusting there wouldn’t be an endless torment?
I breathe you now, though at such a distance, I’m unsure how. I can stand as close as possible, yet never take in your scent. You could stink for all I know.
In time, today will seem like a dream. In time, things will be less formidable than they seem. In time, I'll be able to see exactly what everything means to me. ~
I never meant to hurt, but the hurting was done. I never meant to feel, yet feeling I am still. I didn’t want to take, but even now, your soul walks with me. I didn’t want to give, yet my heart you still hold.
A Time Of Change
The routine is the same. Day after day, we cling to time. There is no way out, for we were all born to die. Gather up a routine, for this will be your lasting theme.
I breathe you now, though at such a distance, I’m unsure how.
I can stand as close as possible, yet never take in your scent.
You could stink for all I know.
The very sight of you, blinding, as though looking at the sun.
I can see you clearly, but never know the color of your hair.
No painting, not matter how neat, could capture such unruly magnificence.
You have the voice of perfection.