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Author: Angela Prendergast
Angela Prendergast is a 23-year-old sister, daughter, friend, lover of writing and recent college graduate. She studied English Education at Millersville University of Pennsylvania. Throughout her four years of college, she fell in love with the art of writing and the power of words. As a way to express her powerful emotions, she began privately writing prose poems in her writer's notebook. After gaining confidence and realizing that her thoughts could help others, she decided to publish her poems in a collection. In her completed book, her poems provide young adults with relatable themes in a world, categorized by highs and lows, that is constantly changing.
July 18, 2019
Lancaster Nights
By: Angela Prendergast
Have I told you?
Those Lancaster nights changed me.
The boy in the red mustang —
You knew I grew to hate that car —
Proved more interesting
than stories
of running through cemeteries
to escape trouble
A well-behaved, class act
disguised under flat brim hats and endless “swagger”
A sweet smile;
a flood light in the rain
More thrilling than nights spent in deafening, crowded corners of the dullest, dingy downtown bars.
You, by far, were my biggest jump to safety–
Colliding with expectations and dreams
Becoming reality
Thank you for remaining steady in my most uncertain moments.
-Your Angel.
June 24, 2019
First World Problems.
-Individuality.
An idea omitted and replaced with affinity towards identical thinking.
-Identity.
Established through the perception of others.
-Selfless Disposition.
Terminology that has been joylessly expunged from souls, replaced with envy and greed.
–Compassion.
A subject caught up, lost, and drifted away like stubborn waves of the sea.
–Generosity
A word gone to hibernate for the winter, never to return from its gloomy cave.
-Happiness.
Gained from ownership of material items, manifested through flashy colors and gaudy gadgets.
These ideals of the present are the demise of our future.
June 17, 2019
Here is a sonnet I wrote about the sun. I hope you enjoy.
Aurora
A sonnet by Angela Prendergast.
Morning, gleaming bright, blinding
The middle child of the great beyond
Darkness drifts away in fright
Summer flowers; delicacy grows so fond.
Soundless, it rises and falls
Squinty eyes, liquid tears below
A march of the day, standing tall
Kisses all, from friend to foe.
Bright, bold, beacon of hope
An endless cycle to return
Lambent, luminous; all awoke
Steady, lessons for each child to learn.
More than the size of this sphere; fervent, bold
You allow human life to behold.
May 13, 2019
Today is a rainy day in PA. Thinking back to brighter times. I am so thankful for my followers and this lovely writing community. Xoxo. Much LOVE.
