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Angelica Tao Poem
After the phones retire-
The guards will begin to conspire.
Paranoia’s bliss.
Is replaced by my first night’s kiss.
And the howling that used to be kept at bay-
Circulates these evil halls as night follows day.
I am now too tired to flail.
I refuse to scream for help, for they will keep me longer in this jail.
But once I am free, this place I will grieve.
Even though they are the ones who deceive.
Take my possessions- all except hope!
The first glistening I’d felt, like water that finds soap-
Is now glaring through the fog of the past.
All those years of wishes being cast…
I shall cry to all those years of lost freedom.
I never thought that in this cage would be my least lonesome.
To everyone in here who wants to follow-
There is more in this life, than this depression that is hollow!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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Angelica Tao Poem
That was yesterday.
I forgot.
If I could…
I would have just done the laundry.
It’s afternoon.
The moon came out already.
It does that sometimes.
After the moon, I eat.
Laundry.
Socks, shirts, spinning, and churning.
I wish.
That was last night.
I have work today.
I pull out my last clean clothes.
And leave.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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Angelica Tao Poem
I guess depression is the easier choice.
Rather than feel a hope that allows me to rejoice.
I suppose everyone just wanted me to be aware-
Of the pointlessness of my life- I’m supposed to despair!
For a moment in time there was a final day of peace.
After those weeks of sleepless nights, it was like I was frozen in ease.
Until the fingers snapped in front of my face.
And my angry family was ready to take my new memories to erase.
So that I could go back to being tethered.
And hope would no longer tempt me like a feather.
They just don’t want me to have more pieces to hide.
Goodbye happiness- I know you tried.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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Angelica Tao Poem
Seeds touch fingertips.
Are not crushed, as weeds can be.
Tolerance for growth.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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Angelica Tao Poem
Please leave me alone!
Please stop punishing me.
I said I am unwilling.
To be placed in your uncaring hands.
It’s as if you think I don’t have feelings.
As if my odd behavior makes me inhuman.
I have been obedient.
Since being possessed by you.
So please learn compassion.
As I have learned isolation.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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Like a painting.
Almost the same thing,
Except not so flat.
And more than that-
Blooming effortlessly.
As if by destiny.
But its true fate,
Is for its beauty to abate.
That is what happens to an eclipse.
After a moment, time will elapse.
Colors that move on.
Feels like waking up at dawn.
This afternoon,
Is not full of doom.
Just a moment of shade.
Harkening a halo of jade.
Thank you sun, thank you moon.
We hope to see another show soon!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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Angelica Tao Poem
If I could write anything for five minutes…
Maybe I’d write quickly.
Maybe I’d write about the sky.
Or weather-
Or whether-
Or rather-
Or gather-
If I could write anything for five minutes,
I wouldn’t want to think about much.
I would maybe write about butterflies.
Butterflies, or flies that flutter.
Flies that annoy us.
And we don’t accept them in our house.
If I could write about anything for five minutes.
Maybe I wouldn’t try.
To finish anything.
We need to learn.
That poems don’t need anything.
Except the person.
With my fingers that write.
Or other things.
There is no hurry, except…
The way we try to find.
The way we prepare.
For an end
If I could write for five minutes.
Maybe I will.
And that’s all I need?
To keep writing.
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My writing gets wavy and I bet it would annoy some perfectionists out there.
I’m annoying but I don’t care right now.
They hate me, so I write about that too.
The tree outside is weird and funny and bouncy.
So I scribble a tree and the tree has a face.
So I look outside again, and the tree is talking to me.
I’m alone and talking to this tree.
I’m in my room and I sleep here sometimes.
But tonight, sleep seems silly and far away.
Stretching out my words.
Ohhh,
Or awww!
Or owww!
Howling in my room.
Until my mom hears my song and opens my door.
She’s angry.
I turn the light low but never off.
And write about that too!
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At night it captures the moon.
Like a werewolf coming out of a cocoon.
If we are quiet.
We can hear it split.
Into pieces, sharper than before.
It’s not something you can buy in a store.
It’s a treasure that just appears.
Sparkling against our fears.
We fear a cut on our hands.
As we dig through the sands.
We hold it up like a coin.
Then toss it into the water for fish to join.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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Sorries don’t last forever.
I thought being rational was being clever.
My behavior was biting and crude.
There is no power in being rude.
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