Monday, April 14, 2014


There are days when the void of you beats in my chest like a bullet bursting through my heart. There are spaces of remembrance that are so strong I still feel your hand eclipsed in mine. Love is a funny thing and in the absence of its wake, I drown in my obsession of our memories. I fashion myself to the context of which we bore our reality and I, like a goldfish, keep coming back to the same places, unleashing the power of our affection over and over and over again. I rid you of my flesh and then you return in moments that I least expect.  my tears fall on deaf recollections, alone and unmoving in their solitude and regretful of words spoken to love that only wanted to love in its own way. My missing you is a great sea of heavy waters, full of mislaid promises that have no place to go and I long for you in the deepest spaces I know.

Painting: Goya

Friday, January 24, 2014


The cold is exhausting, preempting the spring that is long overdue. Your departure has torn holes in my insides, leaving a dilapidated soul to stand on her own, rendering her defenseless as it reconstructs in solitude taking refuge in fabricated delusions of happiness.  Your spirit has abandoned my world. Your love now hollow and empty, cold and unmoving.  The space you occupied has melted – down into the abyss of past lovers who no longer speak my name. My want for you is enormous, much like the shades of grey that lie beneath the soil in their desire to be green and fruitful in the aftermath of spring. Be still my breaking heart and rise above this sea – watch me as I take apart my sadness and lift myself to grace.

by: Angela Rachelle
photo: www.wallpapershd.com

Thursday, January 2, 2014


Hey blog,

Remember me? I've taken a few years off. from life. and writing. and everything in my brain, really. but i want to change that this year. i want to get back to the prose and the words and the passion and the confusion and joy of the heart. i want to remember and feel and twist and turn in places that are hard to be in. i want to touch the parts of me that are afraid to feel so that they don't have to be afraid anymore. i am ready to be open and alive. fully and contagiously. i don't know you'll morph into for me, but i know i feel the hunger of this lost creativity jiving in my bones, ready to pounce on its next meal. i pray for insight and laughter, tears, joy, birth, death and everything in between. i pray for bright memories, lost love to be found and kisses to turn my insides upside down.

I'm ready for you 2014.