Angel Adagio

Joined September 2023

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Trapped
How can something so small give me so much hope, and yet, be the same reason why I have none at all? I want nothing more than to be free from the shackles that have binded me for so long,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Molds
Burn and liquify me and I still won’t succumb to the torture. My body was never made to fit, molds don’t like me. I tried so desperately to fit in, to be part of the collective and be seen as “one of them”,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
How Will Your Story Go?
A bittersweet ending, Bliss only comes after a tragedy is resolved. Conclusions only find themselves in the most unexpected places,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Leech
A year ago it was the same song and dance. You couldn’t breathe and the people around you everyday didn’t want to perform CPR on you,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The All-Consuming “What If”
What if everything was a lie? You never cared for me, but wanted me around for the sake of the game that’s being played, my heart being toyed with in the most cruel ways,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
My Reason For Being “Too Much”
Three simple words that have often felt fleeting in moments so tender. I never say them “just because”. I know when the words said have been nothing more than a white lie to satiate me enough to be obedient.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Grief
Sometimes the thoughts of those I’ve lost heals my soul. Sometimes the thoughts consume me and I no longer want to be fueling the ever growing fire that is my pain,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Melodies
The violin weeps with melodic cries. The piano is dripping dust from its untouched keys. A voice that brought you so far,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The Earth’s Masterpiece
She sings the songs that for generations have been carried on, and the world smiles when remembering its ancestors, the sky flies with the beauty of the melodies,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Screenwriting A Life
The gloomy rainy day reflects on the surface of puddles beneath my feet. My mother used to say that rain is the most important moment to appreciate the life and death of things around us. I look around me as I’m sitting with my bookbag waiting for the bus to arrive. I lift my wrist up to look at my silver watch.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Writers
Found Family
Love always ran thicker than blood. I spent countless nights wishing for the right blood to find me, to make me feel less alone in vast sea of A positives and B negatives.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Never Let Them See The Damage
I showed them the truth, the darkest parts of my heart that I often fear would drive those I love away. It’s part of me and my story.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets