Biography of Angelica Ortiz
Im Young and I'm a fashion student. Attending at IADT in Las Vegas.(International Academy of Design and Technology) . I love using my creative mind. I've started writing since I was 15. I'll be posting every poetry I have written. I honestly think I'm no good at this but I haven't stop writing. I love to hear what others' have to say about my poetry. I dont have much to say about myself. I'm just an average jane who's wasting her life to become an artist. I have no published books, no pamphlets, nothing but a notebook filled with my life. You guys are the first ones to read what i've got. Enjoy.
Angelica Ortiz's Works:
Angelica Ortiz Poems
Good Day, Good Month, Good Year, Goodbye
To Mr. Dandelion, This is part two of your poem- And after the field of dandelions you made for me,
Coffee With Cold Hands
My hands stay cold, I've tried to warm them so many times But it just won’t work. And you will just have to do it
Have A Coke And Smile
Because I’m just as happy Like a dog playing with his owner Or like a little girl playing in the pool ...somewhat like it
You’re sleeping far away And I stay up building our nocturnal love-mobile.
Just Call Me A Fool
It's unfortunate of what could have been Suddenly became effortless. I blamed everything on you and at the end of the day You can just call me a fool.
3am This Morning
I'll never lie to its face, so I told with rose petals tongues And now I feel like the bad man.
A Bullet And A Broken Cross
Your about 5,436 seconds away from disappearing Or just running away.
Cherry Blossoms Are Blooming
I dropped my stones No wishes were made I lost all pouring waters And only the green flames stay
I'M Still On The Cliffs
Maybe one day it'll come out to get me But I don’t believe what I’m doing is wrong. They say I’m behind it...
You’ve chipped the glass And there's nothing u can do to replace it. Don't think you can borrow my superglue, I'll never lend it to you.
I know I can be the sweetest But There’s a black licorice lurking in my stomach. This isn’t the right time to recharge
After this is all gone I thank you For all the dandelions You have planted.
I Think You Know What I Mean
Even though The wind may blow us apart at times, But like trees, We never seem to move away.
I spilled fire Over your heart But she came And put ice
Back to basics...
He ask me to be his, but there seems to be no interaction.
Before we had such a strong connection.
We went better than math with fractions.
I dont want to be another one of his collection
I want to be part of his reflection
I want to kiss his sweet lips to feel the sensation