The Fool
By Glenda Grande


Trapped in a cage of chains inside my mind
Tightening in each direction slowly, steadily;
A test of endurance against pain, suffering -
Don’t look down on me! I’m stronger than that.

You, the joker, who jests in my hardships in life,
I can hear your laughter resonate with an eerie air.
Come what may, the joker who slanders my efforts;
The sick pleasure you gain from heartbreak and disorder.

I pity you, who cannot face the truth and light with courage.
You misunderstand the power that can save you from hell.

Even if you trap and encase me in rose thorns,
My blood is proof of my existance. Bleed me dry
I’ll never give up; never back down from a fight.
Go ahead and mock me – you could never understand
Even if I lie to keep the peace, inside I know I’m right.

For you, cannot escape the truth. It will haunt you until you break.


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Emotions written from the heart, this young woman writes a collection of literature by telling the tales of life with artful words. Her aim is to make people remember that being emotion-filled is only human. You can find more of her literary works on her website www.angellusion.com

Hush
By Glenda Grande


Hushed secrets tucked away in my pocket,
Storing away the key to this heart's locket.
The unknown hidden away from plain sight,
Only to be revealed in vows of pure plight.

Fears masked - the crystallized diamond gem,
Seemingly clear and bedazzling; heavenly sent,
Is beautifully deceiving - truth mixed with fear
Could you handle my true feelings, sweet dear?

Hush now, this secret is mine to harbour -
Don't complicate this, it's getting harder:
The heart which aches slowly in despair cries,
But I have not the courage to stop your lies.

Goodnight sweet prince; sing me a lullaby.
Tonight is when we part ways and say goodbye.


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'Come with me and I'll take you on a stroll. Let me reveal the world to you in my perspective'
Lend me your heart, and allow to cast the angelic illusion.'
A collection of poetry and prose written by a young woman, telling the tales of life with artful words.

Starheart
By Glenda Grande


Your angelic face, so lovely in the moonlight.
I wish I could reach out and hold you close.
But you and I are like the white rose and a star,
Admiring one another from such a distance;
I have you in my sight yet we are worlds apart.

I wonder, how must I appear in your eyes.
My fragility, can you perceive that of my heart?
Grace me with your warmth; embrace me.
I feel as if I ask for too much, is it so?
To gaze at your beauty should be enough,
Yet within me yearns for more than rapport.

We are reflections of one another, alike in soul
Living in deviating worlds, mirroring each other.
I’ll reach for you if you will reach out for me,
So that perhaps our hearts can collide and unite.
Together, we could create our own reality:
A heaven that would exist within ourselves,
For as long as you are beside me, I will be complete.

You are the wish I have been asking for in prayer,
Gazing at the moonlit sky; the star in my heart.


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'Come with me and I'll take you on a stroll. Let me reveal the world to you in my perspective'
Lend me your heart, and allow to cast the angelic illusion.'
A collection of poetry and prose written by a young woman, telling the tales of life with artful words.

Sleeping Promise
By Glenda Grande


I gazed upon the beauty of the twilight
Reminding me of your smile and grace.
As the evening star appeared above me,
I wished a silent wish, hoping it will reach you.

Memories both bitter and sweet recollected;
The scent of the rose field awakened my heart.
Those precious days we spent hand in hand,
Walking through secret gardens such as these
Were numbered, unbeknownst to you and I.
I wondered, "Are you watching me now?"

Many times I questioned fate and destiny;
Why was I left behind in this continuous dream?
I continue to sleep with my eyes wide open,
Seeing, but not feeling. I'm numbed from reality.

My life became the dream and the dream an escape;
Perhaps we will meet again in another life.
Then once again we will walk beside one another,
So I may hear your laughter, feel your warmth
Along with your resounding melodic heartbeat.
I will make it known to you, the depth of my love.

The twilight started to fade, consumed by night -
My heart reminded that the devotion contained within
Should also fade and rest in an undisturbed sleep.
Your wish was for my smile to forever carry on,
So I bid our 'promise' goodnight, until we both shall awake.


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'Come with me and I'll take you on a stroll. Let me reveal the world to you in my perspective'
Lend me your heart, and allow to cast the angelic illusion.'
A collection of poetry and prose written by a young woman, telling the tales of life with artful words.

Wishful Thinking
By Glenda Grande


The red thread which connects me to you;
A complex design which we cannot explain
Has us bound yet separated simultaneously.

A phenomenon which we cannot explain;
Something never thought to be possible
Gradually began to appear before you and I
Yet we cannot grasp and hold it in our hands.

The future is never written in stone.
No miracle, in cards or gems, can tell us
How this story of ours will proceed and end
But what may come is why we are waiting.

Wishes are actions in which we lack courage
The confidence and strength to face reality.
If you wish for something to be true, act
Take your destiny into your own hands.

I hear you calling – your voice resonates
It pierces the heart I have guarded for so long.
How long will your presence exist within me?
Time is slipping by, words are unspoken
With the hope that is fading with the tempo.

The ribbon which ties me to you, you to me
A reality that exist within our imaginations
Until the wishful thoughts become actions
Which we can create with our hearts and hands.


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'Come with me and I'll take you on a stroll. Let me reveal the world to you in my perspective'
Lend me your heart, and allow to cast the angelic illusion.'
A collection of poetry and prose written by a young woman, telling the tales of life with artful words.

Deceptive Play
By Glenda Grande

This game of deception we play
As we lay the cards on the table
Played in silence; deception an ally
The darkness in our hearts dominates.

A King of Spades, a Diamond Ace:
The tricks held reflect complexities of life.
A Queen of Hearts, Jack of Clubs:
What we truly feel disguised by our hands.

We continue to spiral in this downfall,
Unable to place our cards face down;
A forfeit which we cannot accept.
We play on in the game of destruction,
Unable to think, feel and step back;
Why must we play until the end?

This game of lies and seduction
I want to put it to a final end.
Yet you keep dealing, regardless
Watching me in the still silence.

Let this eclipse in my heart cease.
Drop this game and let the lies go
You and I; me and you; the two of us
A deception from the start till the bitter end.

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'Come with me and I'll take you on a stroll. Let me reveal the world to you in my perspective'
Lend me your heart, and allow to cast the angelic illusion.'
A collection of poetry and prose written by a young woman, telling the tales of life with artful words.