Angel Adagio

Joined September 2023

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Thank you for taking the time to read some of my work. It may not be perfect, but it's real. I hope you'll stay a while.

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The Punching Bag
You and I are the same, we get beaten up for pleasure. We are hung by a rope or a chain, dangling in the air waiting for every punch to be the last,
By Angel Adagio2 days ago in Poets
You Are My Eclipse
Every day and night I am waiting for you Counting the hours, minutes, seconds to be with you Longing for the day we can be together
By Angel Adagio4 days ago in Poets
Top Story - April 2024
Trapped With A Neurodivergent MindTop Story - April 2024
I did not ask to be this way, to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different. It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.
By Angel Adagio5 days ago in Poets
Choosing Me
I have always been the princess locked away in the tower, guarded by a fire breathing dragon, and waiting for my hero to come rescue me,
By Angel Adagio6 days ago in Poets
Optional
If yes and no were the options, I'm the maybe If hot and cold were the choices, I'm warm all the time If it's between me or someone else, it will always never be me.
By Angel Adagio7 days ago in Poets
100 Posts Later…
I am glad to have been introduced to this outlet months ago. It has been greatest way for me to process all the life that has happened both to me and around me. I have enjoyed publishing every piece here and hearing all the thoughts from so many others about my work.
By Angel Adagio7 days ago in Writers
The Right Kind Of Love
Someday I will find the kind of love that is eternally easy and I won't have to guess if they do love me the kind of love that won't make me question if I was ever enough
By Angel Adagio11 days ago in Poets
What We Used To Be
Is it wrong of me to want you back in my life? To want the good parts again? I know how wrong you were for me and how much you hurt me, but I miss the version of you that was good.
By Angel Adagio12 days ago in Poets
The Same Nightmare
Nightmares are parts of us that we usually fear. Usually need to be asleep for them, but some people are doomed to live their own nightmares.
By Angel Adagio15 days ago in Poets
Pain For A Pagan
You think me evil, cruel, and cursed, when really I am just believing in more of the universe. I see the elements as more than just mother earth, but the living embodiment of the spirits around us.
By Angel Adagio15 days ago in Poets
Arson
I have continuously been doubted and underestimated at every turn. It is unfortunate for them truly, for the power I wield should not be trifled with.
By Angel Adagio17 days ago in Poets
Eclipsed Heart
Even if you tried to, Concealing your face in a crowd is impossible. I am plagued by it. Longing for the day where I cannot recognize you or your voice.
By Angel Adagio17 days ago in Poets

Angel Adagio

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The Punching Bag

You Are My Eclipse

Trapped With A Neurodivergent MindTop Story - April 2024

Choosing Me

Optional

100 Posts Later…

The Right Kind Of Love

What We Used To Be

The Same Nightmare

Pain For A Pagan

Arson

Eclipsed Heart

Stories (105/0)