Angela Teague
I write all the time. Poetry, stories, books, and music lyrics. Writing is a way of life, and I always will write.
Reflection. Staring back at me.
I gaze morosely out of the squares of my window, seeing my reflection mirrored, a steaming cup of hot chocolate in my hand. Water streams down over the panes of the glass as the rain assaults my ho...
No one is going to tell me who I should be. The last time I checked, the only one that's me is me.
Reading: Psalms 24
That was the last Sunday's topic at church. I took these notes.
Reading: 1 Kings Chapter 17-Elisha finds a widow, and tells her he's supposed to get bread from her. She told him she didn't have enough oil and flour. He told her that her flour and oil will not r...
#ThanksgivingChallenge
(I started this last night. It started out as a poem, but it turned into a song.)
My Church Experience Today
Why is my heart steeped in this misery? I thought the pain had fled, but thinking that, tis madness, complete and total insanity.
The temperatures are slowly lowering, transferring from warm to cool.
Horrendous images, flashing through my mind, my heart filled with dread and loss at the sight.
Peace is a work in progress. It's not achieved overnight. If we want this world to be peaceful, we must stop with the violence. End the wars, bring the troops home, create love instead of hate. We ...
It's been 15 years since that horrific day, where lives of men, women, and children were taken. Yet still, their spirits live on through our memories of them. Terrorism is a terrible act of violenc...
Dreamweaver, calling out to a heart. Some images you sew-in doth tear this soul apart.
You've got the strength to fight, but not with your fists. Where are you headed tonight? To the principal's office, or are you climbing to the top of the Dean's list?
Tears stain the inner depths of my spirit...a misery so quiet, only I can hear it.
A stain of blood across her lips, as into their flesh her fangs repeatedly slip, a type of vampiric pleasure only the immortal can feel, you don't have to live forever to know that they are real.
Praying...for God's guidance.
Lost in my memory, feeling discontent. Feeling a loss of my sanity, surrounded by forces malevolent.
I cried today, over hearing about the death of a child. It touched me deeply. They are gone, and nothing can replace them. Sadness will be constant, but there is comfort in our memories. We will al...
My life is hectic. You take the highs and the lows. Lost in a battle of wills. Too much exercise. Trying to stay away from desserts I crave constantly. My body gets tired from seeing the highs, kno...
When you need a helping hand, look no further than Jesus. He's always there for you. He can comfort you through the tears. His presence can be a balm for your battered spirit. God will listen when ...
I've got these dreams, down deep inside. If only I could let go of all my selfish pride. Why, oh, why?
So, tell me. What do you think you know? About who I am, and where I go? Are you able to see, just how I'm feeling? Do you care, or even believe in, me? What I dream, and aspire to be?
Determined to breathe...with every breath.
I was a young boy, nine years old perhaps, embarking on the first adventure of my life. It looked like a storm was ahead, and part of my heart was sorely afraid. I didn't think I'd be able to survi...
These are the moments, that I'm living for. Seeing my next sunrise as I'm walking through my front door.
You're mad at the world, and refuse to take a helping hand, you've got that rage that's been unfurled, you think that no one understands.
This bridge is too narrow, this river's too wide, every day I'm filled with sorrow, I simply can no longer hide.
The strand of a life, can be tragically cut short. Tears nearly fill my eyes as I watch the heart wrenching story of a young cancer patient whose life was taken too soon. It's a precious gift we've...
You were there at one time, but now, you're gone.
The joy is constant, in this mind ravaged by time. Space is consuming, this special heart, broken by neglect. Drops of pain are penetrating, this soul, filled with great agony. Innocence has faded ...
I can hear the music in the water. The beautiful, babbling of the brook. The revealing, rushing of the river. The luscious, lucidity of the lake. The wondrous, water-filled wave. The relaxing, requ...
The highs and lows, confound me. While the uncertainty surrounds me. My heart races, like a winding clock. As my memory chases, those places I've walked. Pain has kept a hold so strong on me. If I ...
The following verses are about being a Disciple of Jesus Christ:
Calling people names will get you nowhere. All it shows is that you don't care.
Happy New Year! πππTo all the families and friends, I'm wishing you a happy, safe holiday. May your year be blessed and amazing. Praise God for allowing the world to keep turning. Keep Jesus in you...
Can you feel, whatever is happening? Are your emotions real, or are they lessening?
Does the heart contain enough emotion to feel?
-Joy is not enough to convey what I am feeling right now. Finally, I can allow, a genuine smile. Haven't had one of those in awhile.
I wanted to love you forever. You only wanted me for a minute.
The hurt can not be soothed, but prayers can be said. A mourning is felt across a land so bruised, tainted by the pain of the names that are read.
You see that girl, walking down the hall, glasses askew, no one's ever thought she was beautiful, if only they knew.
You think you have the power, to tear me down to size. But your assault won't ever make me cower; witness the triumph in my eyes.
Preacher, Silence, Beggar, Music, Pen. I wrote this writing exercise with those five words as the basis for the piece.
Hope...it guides us. In faith, there are boundless opportunities in which one can believe in, what they aspire to be, and what they want to achieve. Hope can be crushed with a few simple words, but...
Blue roses descend into a dark depth as a red rose is lifted up higher.
Have You walked where I've walked?
Stop answering the negative criticism, of the ones telling you that you're nothing, that you have no vision for what's coming.
Chapter 1: New Place