Angela VescoviBrito

Hello there! I am a writer I think? Lol I am a UF alumni, English major, as well as poetry. In the last few years, I’ve been consumed by words and have been called back to the pen and paper. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I love creating.

Angela VescoviBrito

Wind

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

Whispers on the wind will tell you my deepest regrets.

My untold secrets.

My shame.

Oh how I hate the wind.

How it blows all out of place.

How it takes my thoughts with it.

How it brings back the pain I’ve left.

It stings my skin and draws up the grit of the past and leaves it at my feet.

It’s cold and dark. Even in the daylight.

It blows everything from me, stealing.

Taking from me wha...

Larger Than Me

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

I loved you so fiercely.

You said you loved me the same.

So why did you leave so abruptly.

Leaving me with nothing but blame.

I cried for you, howled for you.

I begged you to stay.

Without a reason or explanation,

As I watched you prepare to fly away.

You’re leaving left me hollow.

I laid there for months.

Wishing each time I closed my eyes,

I’d wake to it being just a haunt.

But oh it...

Broken

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

It’s with broken wings, I prepare to step out into the world. Being chained up for so long has worn on me in unimaginable ways.

I once was beautiful and proud.

Lifting my voice and head high.

But, years of solitude will change that.

Locking myself away, neatly in a dark space.

Where I was unidentifiable, even to myself.

It was lonely, but quiet.

From screams and slandering to silence.

And...

Malevolence

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

My hate for you swells beneath my skin.

Throbbing, making my bones vibrate.

Brewing beneath for years, spilling over now.

As I lay here in the dark, my dreams turn to you.

Not in the way one would imagine.

I dream of your demise.

In more ways than one.

I wish and pray, for your end.

For that would end this.

This state of my dismissal.

I question whether I blame you or myself.

How dare I ...

Poetry

Cold

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

Your hands are so cold. I remember when they would set my skin on fire. Now the absence of your touch leaves me frozen.

I turn to you while we sleep to bury my face in your chest. The spot I would breathe you in and fill what was empty. Now you turn away. So I roll over and mourn the smell of you.

Your eyes that once saw me as the most beautiful thing, now have a distance in them. You look rig...

Poetry

A Decade To Go

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

I watch my life in a fast forward fashion.

Able to see into my near future.

I will be 51...

Saying that makes me nervous alone.

But then there is you.

Bringing me joy and comfort.

I see laughter and tears.

Fights and reconciliation.

I see myself staring into your eyes as I walk to you down a burlap aisle.

Coming together and falling apart.

Forgiving.

I see our son grown as a man.

Not ...

Stone

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

You’ve hardened your heart.

Your edges now jagged and sharp.

As sharp as your tongue, making me small.

I curl myself up in a ball.

Hiding from you.

I bleed out in your company.

Loud, crashing and cruel you’ve become.

Once my haven.

My safe place, home... was you.

Now I fear I am once again homeless.

Feeling lost. Confused.

Where there was once softness,

Now all has turned to stone....

Poetry

Night

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

She loved the night. So much so, she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t walk out to gaze at the black and cold sky. She would hold her breath to send a wish to the moon, as a prayer each evening. Even when the moon would leave her on her knees alone.

Many a night has been celebrated under this same sky. Even as it changes, stars and planets appear just to disappear again. Laughter and joy ...

Poetry

Let Go

Angela VescoviBrito

1 min read

Let go! I scream in my head, letting my muscles relax. Sinking, slowly and elegantly. I grab onto the feeling of the cool wind against my fingertips as I am emerged and still sinking.

This is the first time I’ve ever really been alone. All I have is me. But still I sink. Begging to let go. Let go of all of it. I can’t hold onto any longer. It’s too heavy, this burden of who I am.

The water is ...