I offer you a prayer
You offer me a shoulder to rest
A God that creates
A love that sustains
Your soul a garden of peace

You allow me the sight
To see through temptation
To a life in your image
And project your love to all I meet
On my journey endless

She has a special siren song
Pastel paisley passion's dawn

She's aloof, but takes on airs
Wearing seashells in her hair

Abalone, mother of pearl
She has her arms 'round half the world

She chuckles softly with the birds
She speaks to stars without a word

She bids them run! She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains to her side

When whispering she turns to wink
The morning sky will blush to pink!

YES! The thrashers laugh out loud!
She's tangled in the pewter clouds!

She whistles low her magic tune
The dew-soaked desert's her perfume

Though it's the sun she courts and woos
She entices all... the morning muse!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/7/2016

Sipping the air slowly
to savor the flavor;
rich with fertility
Leaves bursting into fiery hues
reminiscent of fireworks
trembling in the wind

A death knell
over green sceneries;
splotches of sunlight
seeping seamlessly between
newly naked branches,
easing fully unto checkered golden pools–
nature at its most beautiful,
before its most barren

The ones that hate
Dig a hole deep and deeper
One day they will need us
But we won't be able to reach

There's smoke in the air
It's everywhere

There's smoke in my lungs
My breath it expunged

There's smoke in my eyes
Making me cry

There's smoke in my life
Cutting like a knife


I sit and watch the fire
Burning up all I desire
I watch the wind blow
The memories that flow
Unable to stop the burn
Even with all I've learned
On all my life experiences I choke
Only in darkness is my name spoke
Nothing now but a whiff of smoke

everything changes; I've learned to find that your eyes play different emotions with each of the seasons; I never knew a person could be so much of everything all at once.

I turned to liquor instead of facing myself in the mirror. it's hard to see straight when alcohol is buzzing in your brain. I think the only thing that could make me focus is if you were standing next to me.

I hated myself more than I could ever hate you and I'm left with the word sorry cut on my tongue. and I was too busy cleaning up the spill on my own clothes to realize how much blood was stained on yours.

I realized I don't want just one person. I wanted a piece of everyone, knowing the entire worlds darkest fears and greatest loves. i tried to be selfless and allow everyone else to take away every ounce of love from my body and keep it for themselves. instead I ended up being the girl everyone went to when they wanted to feel something, but not always In an emotional way.

I started placing my alcohol on the top shelf so It wouldn't be as easy to get down when I wanted to forget everything on my mind. or when I wanted the world to melt away. or when I wanted all my memories to stop dancing in my brain.


I met you and ****, the universe seemed microscopic compared to your mind. you thought it was too much for everyone to explore, and I began to find I didn't need an invite to know the names of all the stars and the galaxies within it.

I had plentiful people to supply me with pick-me-ups when I felt a little down but having a lot of friends who don't care leaves you empty at night with a handle of ***** and **** I've never felt so alone in a room full of people.

november ended, and I'm not sure if it was for better or for worse, having someone love you who you don't love back, or having no one to love you at all.

I saw my city today through a birds eye.
I was tall...wayyy up high.
Precipitation didn't bother me.
My view was filled with mother nature's beauty.
The clouds drizzled wet stuff.
As I admired the skyline it seemed fair enough.
And in the far beyond where the buildings met with the sky.
They intertwined with grace. As they entertained my doting eye.
I watched people with there comes and goes.
I noticed many places I've been but still had I don't knows.
I saw my city through a birds eye.
There is plenty green and hardly smoke.
I saw a glimpse of heaven in that far beyond.
Perhaps you were there looking right at me and that is why the far beyond was magical to me.
RIP



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016