Angela Fosnaugh
Bio
Creative soul who loves to create through the use of words & I feel that my heart is full of words, waiting to be put together. After self publishing 3 books I want to get my work out for more to see it is indeed my heart & soul on paper.
Stories (44/0)
21 Ways To Live Happier
1) Life is such a precious commodity. In each day we are given we only have so much energy to expel. Choose where and when and why you choose to give your energy away. It shouldn’t be given to everyone you meet, remember to keep an excess for yourself.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Motivation
From The Beginning
The story of our life has limited pages but my book began with you. As I read the words upon each page, I started with one and skimmed twenty two, I flipped to one seventy four and read to page four forty four and then although still curious, I closed the book with no plans to ever open it again. Still many chapters left unread until my heart asked what the next page said. Some lines were blurry but eventually became crystal clear when I realized you were not just a few chapters, you were the entire novel, my dear.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
Distorted Bliss
Real love is a drug. It becomes an addiction. It distorts reality but isn’t that the point of it anyways? It would be utterly impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. My eyes were not blind but within each crack of my broken heart, a tiny light shown through, I choose to see the good in you. We were the forbidden love story from the start. Too broken to be repaired. Too unraveled to stay together. Our hearts will forever beat to the same drum, as we fell from the same star, I however, no longer feel the music.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
Angelic Collision
Our very first chapter started before we even took our first breath. Created to come together before our feet ever touched the ground. We prayed on the same stars, at the same time. Waiting, as we knew the other existed. The universe, providing us with exactly what we needed at the precise time, now grounded, the ego takes shape. You wanted who you didn’t need and needed who you didn’t want. We collided, formed from stardust, the light, unaware of the darkness that was now falling. Written in the stars, until we fell from grace but how do you write the last page of a never ending storybook?
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
Forbidden Love
While headed for the Iight, he tiptoed through the shallow waters, always looking to the shore, sifting through the sand looking for any seashells he could find. She, dove deep into the depths because that was all she knew, soaking up her own sunshine. For a mere moment, their hearts connected but their eyes never would, he was too focused on every shell that washed upon the shore while she was too busy searching for that special one. The inevitability is that the ocean always meets the shore but once upon a time, this time, logic is defied, remaining in darkness, he could not see, the long awaited surf, appears but he’s too blinded by the pebbles surrounding the sea.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
An Empaths Love
My wish for you is that one day you will realize how much you were loved. The intensity in which I loved you was not merely words it is how I live, it is how I breathe. It is what gets me through each day. It is what gets me through this life. You ran through my veins, in every drop of my blood lived your DNA. You were the very oxygen that kept me alive. That hidden gem that would finally reveal itself. The mystery I felt deep within my heart for so long. You were loved so deeply and genuinely. You were as precious as the sunshine. I hope you continue to light up her life, as you did mine.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
Like The Sea
Our souls, like the ocean meets the sky. Where one ends the other begins. Our love was like a beautiful sunrise over the sea but as the sunset fades into the night sky we realize that we are just two hearts that were set on fire. Our souls aligned. So beautifully we came together, so tragically we fell apart. I gave you my all but as each fragment of my heart and soul were retuned to me, broken like glass, I then knew that as the darkness set in and the sun disappeared, what looked so precious not so long ago now looked tattered and torn and in that moment I knew that nothing beautiful can last forever.
By Angela Fosnaugh4 years ago in Poets
