Angel Adagio

Joined September 2023

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Making My Real Story
From the last time I tried to tell a bit of my story, it has taken even more turns than I could’ve ever imagined. I’ve questioned everything that I am as a person and what it means to be alive, but not living.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Writers
How I Lost You
I was the latest collection, the prized possession. I was taken care of and loved like nothing existed before me. Then there was an after,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I Want My Winning Lottery Ticket
You won the lottery I lost my legs I didn’t ask for this fate But I had no choice Every night was a reminder of the torture that would come the next day
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I Love The Rain
Rain in the city has always comforted me. Thunderstorms are music to my ears. Amongst all the chaos, there is rain to wash away all the sorrows.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
If I Died. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: This poem includes metaphorical language of death. If you or a loved one have thoughts about suicide or self-harm, here are resources for you to reach out to get help.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Onions Have Layers
I am emotional. Not in the way that everyone assumes emotions = crybaby. Emotional in the way that when something may seem inconsequential to you, it really bothers and hurts me. I don't usually say anything though, out of fear of losing people I care about.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Writers
I See Me
It’s been so long since I’ve seen myself. Every scar, bruise, and mark hasn’t changed, but I still didn’t see me. My silhouette was still mine, maybe smaller in size from the last time I looked,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
What I Want To Say
I can’t look at you and say what I feel. The hurt I want to scream out, the love that I want to express, and everything that I need from you.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Ghost
My existence is real, my heart still beats and my mind is still filled with consciousness. But it’s optional. My heart and soul is a “sometimes”,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Fix Me
My name was never mine, so I changed it. Not officially, of course, but the version of me that most people met me as, is dead. I guess that's part of my story as well? Parts of me have died off, not all things were by choice.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Writers
Why?
Why would you hurt me? Knowing that I already I had cracks and one more thing could shatter me, Was I easy? You made love look easy, when really it was all about power.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Boiling Over
My heritage gave me the power of two languages: love and rage. I was born from love and loved everything, until I was taught how to hate.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets