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.
Somewhere in the Middle
I'm stuck somewhere in The middle Or, what I consider to be real My eyes flicker past two opposing corners Destinations, goals, targets - shivers Entangle my thoughts, cutting edges They are stuck somewhere in The middle Some seek to escape, some linger Or, what I consider them to be clutter Blocking the entrance of the new waves Hurricanes, tornadoes, sandstorms - blisters Surround my decisions, sending mixed signals Of time, I wonder if its journey has come to rest - at best It is stuck somewhere in The middle
At times, when comfort invades my skin And I flip through the pages of yesterday’s promise You gave, I followed The traces that lead to your breath over my neck, I can almost hear my name pronounced by your lips Cupping my weaknesses together to chase you Leave me with no choice, it insists to stay, With soft fingertips of your golden hands, you paint A canvas made blank at the sight of your stare, Planting shivers of constant what if’s in my body Checking the limit of my patience, I won’t let them win, Not if they are but mere occasional senses.
I find myself reaching the border of insanity closer every day Insanity giving birth from audacity claiming A solution to the world's greatest tragedy Rising from depravity, seen as a malady Thriving off broken aims and shredded hopes Sitting in a puddle of lost joys and children's songs Inspiring the unpredictable, bathing in ropes Holding onto our restricted understanding, Always suffering whilst understanding The illusions enveloping our very beings Living whilst ignoring temporary satisfaction Stealing our position in a world seeking direction From hands consuming guilt in exchange for damnation Appearing after ego's sweltering coronation.