My name is Angelina Der Arakelian and I am a writer and poet. I will be going to University to study Film and English come September. Aspiring to be an author, I spend my spare time writing fiction and poetry which typically contain themes ranging from love to loneliness and prejudice. What motivates me is the state of the world we live in and the means through which art and literature can be used to create a powerful and positive impact on society. There is always something to be inspired from and apply within the fields of art.
Infinite amounts of definitions could not depict The extent to which a structured norm Is measured Blindness adjoins clarity, while sight provokes vanity It is an aspect unhindered, lacking certainty A single word yet so many portraits Drawn on the canvas of our linked pathways If you ask me about beauty, don’t For my lips would quiver nonsense to you, to me The mass of the universe that surrounds our whole being The endless rows of glittering stars that speak to our vulnerable eyes Or perhaps, the raging force of life that springs from within us If you ask me about beauty, don’t Because you would have to look at yourselves to see The beaming smiles corresponding with velvet risings of cheeks The abundance of glistening tears that have embodied those very same And even, the flashing spark of joy which invites a feeling of utter content If you ask me about beauty, don’t Otherwise there would be an influx of sentiments towards The prettiness of colored nature, steadiness of height- breaking hills The calmness of the bare sound of waves crashing into an advocacy for peace The building blocks of surroundings that determine you and me So if you ever want to ask me about beauty, Bare the consequences in mind Just the elaborate thought of such a question Could raise a plethora of reasonings
A room with a view
She offered him the key to her door, locked It may have been, that she reserved her heart For a special night, holding her was him, immersed In her gracious gown, setting their bodies apart Sights of their entrapment were conceived, clearly A bottle of champagne’s mouth he only hopes won’t betray him Communion received, minds for a long time ready In a heartbeat is what he remembers, her gown sank deeply He craved not the beauty, but the light shining from her Chest, golden rays of comfort embracing him wholly Calling him home was her heavenly symphony, praised Was her name embodying his definition of royalty If white satin comprised of vision, their night left Traces of climaxing exhibition, dug beneath sheets untamed A room with a view he had indeed reserved She did not fail to provide him with the key now mastered
Their faces are coated in pictures vague Recounting skins sharing days with screens Trembling in the sky, they offer a peek unique Drops that drip down a lake lured in deceit Their hands are filled with a lack of presence In many a time, where they appear less, yet Encouraging the sun to share warmth with us When waterfall is busy healing wounds of fuss Our tears gather their infrequent surprises We welcome them, freezing temporary sights Unraveling before the distant Pacific, bodies Shades that consume the shadows of pursuits The Atlantic may envy the warmth radiated We dry our cheeks, marveling the Caribbean Exposing its happy dance, even the Black Sea Oceans whose borders are eventually blended