Rest

My heart is weary
From aching,
Tired beyond words
From all the times
It felt the break
Of hope dashed
Onto the floor.

It seeks respite,
Solitude,
And quiet;
A bit of peace
Before it feels
So much and everything
All again.

It burns from
Quickened pulse
From memories
Raw and present,
Liquid heat,
Electric.

It slows ever more
Before a frantic
Awakening
Lest it weaken
Dangerously close
To stillness
Upon the breeze of
Last breath.

And it remembers
Life, love, and tenderness.
It sings rabid
For yet one more turn
At the wheel
Of fate,
Of love,
And it raises hope
From the ashes
Once again.

Be still my heart
and remember
The moments
Worth fighting for.
Be restful in the space
Made for your
Quickened pace
Within my rib cage.
And remember hope
Like a seed
Is buried
To grow fervently
Towards the light
And fight
For this life
That is yours
After resting,
Once again.

-Angel Marie Russell

#poetry #poet #hope #poem
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Mr. Chump

Dear Mr. Chump,

There’s a long long fall
From how high you’ve
Placed yourself;
Up there on the shelf
Of fragility.
But with such a view
You’ve mistook your size
As mighty.

And lo, what a stare
Down the tip of your nose.
What a fallacy,
What malcontent,
Within your tiny heart…
The bravado and breadth
Of your ego
Reaches with white knuckled
Fists, smashing
Far and wide,
Those that dare to snicker.

Oh, but what a fall.
What a far way to go
When surely,
The nation will all agree.
That the emperor
Wears no clothes.

-Angel Marie Russell

Hope

My heart is weary
From aching,
Tired beyond words
From all the times
It felt the break
Of hope dashed
Onto the floor.

It seeks respite,
Solitude,
And quiet;
A bit of peace
Before it feels
So much and everything
All again.

It burns from
Quickened pulse
From memories
Raw and present,
Liquid heat,
Electric.

It slows ever more
Before a frantic
Awakening
Lest it weaken
Dangerously close
To stillness
Upon the breeze of
Last breath.

And it remembers
Life, love, and tenderness.
It sings rabid
For yet one more turn
At the wheel
Of fate,
Of love,
And it raises hope
From the ashes
Once again.

Be still my heart
and remember
The moments
Worth fighting for.
Be restful in the space
Made for your
Quickened pace
Within my rib cage.
And remember hope
Like a seed
Is buried
To grow fervently
Towards the light
And fight
For this life
That is yours
After resting,
Once again.

-Angel Marie Russell

#poetry photo cred unknown

~Varied~

Poem I wrote today:

~Varied~

We are so very different
Struggling so deeply to be the same
Not seeing the beauty
In the flux of this life

The variance is what gives us
The many trees
A forest makes.

The sparkled sand
Each a different shade
A tiny glass parade.

The stars grandiose
Expansive blots on endless night
Both brilliant and faint
Oh the beauty
Varity makes.

Why do we try so hard
To be exactly the same?
Why do we ache to tell a tale
For the difference it makes?

Why must we hide our truths
For the comfort of others;
For sameness’ sake?

Why must we dim our shine
Quiet our heart,
Why must we lower our voices
When passion strikes?

Why must we tip toe around truth,
Lest the façade break
And we see truly
There is beauty in the variance
Our lives make?

Speak your truth boldly.
Stand firm in your priceless self.
Live,
Love,
And above all and always,
To be you,
Be proud.

-Angel Marie Russell

Tide

Emotions are the tide
Within
Niether good nor bad.
They are the lull
That pulls us
Retreat
Push forward
Slow
Rush

When the landscape
Changes
The waters part and recede.
The rift opens
And we run
Cavernous feelings
They can feel ominous
Lasting
But emotions as the tide
Swift and sway
Over and through
Just as the rivers
Form Canyons
Beauty within our landscape.

Breathe as the Earth pulls
The tide
In and out,
Up and down
and recede in the knowing
All will rise again.

-Angel Marie Russell

Remember Love

You have got to remember you
In all things,
Where you end
And begin.
Where your roots descend to
And where your wings
High above can rise.

Where is your equinox?
Where is your compass
Pointing?
Where is your foot step
Contemplating?

What lulls you to peace,
And what pulls you to stand alert,
ready to impart a quick wit,
A furrowed brow, or the
Swift depart.

Where is your center
In the storm that rages
About you?
Where is your pillar within
On which all of you
So nobly stands?

What calls you to honor?
What whispers misdead?
What voice do you run from?
What voice do you heed?

Where is your center
In all this storm of life?
Where is your placid
Glassy lake?
What imparts you to find the calm
In a world gone mad?

I have found a tether
Rooted cavernous deep,
That in all things
It guides me,
It lifts me on wings,
It shows me the right answer,
When in pain, it’s voice I need.

It is my compass,
My nightingale,
My morning dove,
It is,
Love.

And this is the center
Truly of all
And of you.
It is the electric pulse in static,
Lighting, and all that binds us,
Even me, to you.

Love.

The liquid shimmer beneath
All joyous eyes;

Love.

The rest after deep breath
And the warm embrace;

Love.

The quickened pace of joy,
And the scurry towards what excites;

There is love.

It binds us,
Enthralls us,
It lulls us to lullaby sleep.
It fills us up within, without and
Together.

The electric pulse,
That jolt of heart beat rush.
That hum of all voices,
That rise up
Instead of hush.
Love.
It is my compass.
My purpose.
My direction true.
It is what binds the world.
What keeps me rooted.
And always and ever
Loving,
And true.

-Angel Marie Russell

The Linger

Never forget,
There is a center
To every storm.

There is a hollow
To every forboden want.
There is a void
To every encompass.

There is a want
To every lack
And an empty
To every full.

There is never light
Without shadow.
There is never joy
Without sorrow.

Dichotomous,
This phenomenon,
Life.

Both Up
And down.
And the tempered air
Between the two.

The awe,
The wonder,
The gasp,
Breath held,
The pause
Before the leap.

The linger lives
In the center
Of every storm.

And both exist
Simultaneous
Within you.

-Angel Marie Russell