Angel Marie Russell poetry

Too Much

Yes, you are too much.

You are too much as the
Sun is too hot
For tender flowers.

You are too much as the
Sea is brilliant and vast.
You are too much as the
Canyons that plummet deep,
And ominous.

You are too magnificent
To be small,
Too passionate
To be meek,
Too beautiful
To be otherwise.

You are the legend of space;
That life sprung forth in matter
From the stars that birthed and
Burned, breaking down into
Carbon,
That ignites the force of life
Within your veins.
Your blood pulled by the moon
Wild with intent, to create more beauty, as you were created,
Endless.

So, yes.
I’d say that you are too much,
In the same way the sea
Swallows the cliff
And splashes up and over,
Cleaning all swiftly away.

All this I see and yes, the
Brilliance is indeed too much
For my mere mortal view.
And my breath is arrested,
Short at the sight of
Sun on your hair,
And at the storms I see
Waiting to wash away pain
In your eyes, just there…

My, oh how truly magnificent,
It is indeed too much,
For my humble witness
To bear.

-Angel Marie Russell

Angel Marie Russell poetry

I Will

I will bleed
To defend the innocent.
I will rise
From piled ash.
I will reach far within
And pull all the poison out.
I will not be tamed
Calmed, or quieted.

I am a storm.
I am a dream.
I am the misty fog
Of euphoria
After remembering.
My presence awakens the hearts
Of sleeping giants.
And the Earth quakes
Where I’ve placed my feet.
I am alive.
I am love.
I am the fire on the wind.
The creation.
I am as you are.
Remember.

-Angel Marie Russell

Angel Marie Russell poetry

Exhale

There is pain
In the shadows
It’s true

There is blinding
In the light
Also true

And we seek one
After the other
Moth aflame
Seeking stillness
Of the quiet night
Again

The pain isn’t
Permanent
Nor is the day
Or the night
But each carry a
Lesson.

Do not be so bold
To reject the shadow’s
Touch, nor
The crisping of the sun.
The rise
The fall
The breath of the ethos.

We fill
We empty
We exist in between
The space betwixt
The cell wall
Hovering there
Vibrating
Merely sensing what we see
Feeling what we feel
Without realizing
We are gliding
On the wings of Love’s
Exhale.

-Angel Marie Russell

Angel Marie Russell poetry

Speak Through Silence

There is a silence
After speaking
A quiet thick like paint
After a secret slips,
After the truth
Finds its way out of the mouth
Or pen.

And I find it takes bravery
To speak in spite of the silence.
It takes bravery to face
All that may come,
Including the retreat
Of the one’s you loved.

And I can see confusion,
Melancholy,
Even pity in some of their eyes,
Worry furrowed in their brows.
But for the ones that truly see
They catch the whisper
Of my wings
And watch with admiration
As I rise.

Yes, there is silence,
But, so is there stillness
In the breeze,
As I lift off the ground
And into all of me,
No longer held
By secrets
That only kept me down.

Find the words and speak them
Despite the quite that stands
Between you and them.
Speak with love, the truth of
All that is inside
And give another silent soul the
Words on which to fly.

-Angel Marie Russell