Ángel Sierra

Joined December 2022

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Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.

Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!

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𝕬 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗
A voice that wasn't me or wasn't mine, Said... ㅤㅤㅤ “I love you more than I love me, And that, to me, means something.”
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬
I can't deal with any more spirits right now. ‎ I'm dealing with my own spirit guides And my own spirit ties. ‎ Canned soup (again) on the agenda
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
I call this the Roar,
For the first time in their lives, white people are “scared.” Because even though they deny there's anything wrong, When their privileges and comfort are ripped from beneath their steady feet,
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
“𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠”
‎ Children of darkness. ‎ You turned the lights out, Israel. ‎ You churned bodies, bodies On bodies Buried
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
𝑹𝑬: 𝑪𝑶•𝑽𝑬𝑵•𝑰𝑺𝑻
“Covenist uncovered. Identified: T. Other parties: Unknown—location, et cetera.” There was a long pause before the masked voice came back. “Secured: No threats. Covenist initiated.”
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Fiction
𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝑰𝑺𝑻
“Forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who have trespassed against us. Give us this day our daily bread, Daily bread, daily bread...
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Fiction
ᴸᵒˢ Wᵉⁱʳˢ
“How much?” The librarian looks up through thick, eggplant purple eyeglass frames. Her lips hardly move when she says, “How much what, or how many—pages, books?” She has a thick native accent. Her lipstick matches her glasses and blouse.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Fiction
BƎTWIXT
ONE| Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Old and young people alike, they danced too. Everything was one then. Everyone was one.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Fiction
𝑮𝑹𝑵𝑫𝑭𝑻𝑯𝑹
Ticking is the clock. Dripping is the faucet—drops Your rickety jaw.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
ǝɯǝɥɔs-ǝɯᴉꓕ
Gimme a rhyme for time for selling your soul for a sorry old dime. • • • SONG BELOW - 'CLOCKS' BY COLDPLAY.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʟ●ᴜᴅ
Ashes from star dust. Spun a web so we mattered. Black-clad, they gather. • • • LOOK DOWN!
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
All That Remains
Ringing in my ears. Perpetually alarmed. Bombs, nervous ticks, bones. • • • SONG BELOW - 'SKULLS' BY BASTILLE.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets