'At the End of the Day, Doesn't it all Come Down to Love?' and 'Warmth' by Angelina Der Arakelian
Angelina Der Arakelian is a Film and English student at the University of Southampton. Angelina has submitted two pieces of poetry along with a piece of her own artwork to compliment the poem 'Warmth'. You can find more of Angelina's on her Instagram @angelina_writes.
ADA: "I have always been fascinated with the concept of exploring a theme as diverse as love. Whether it be a feeling shared between two people or a sentiment towards the world, it’s a subject that hasn’t ceased being the muse of artists for centuries. “Warmth” is a part of my poetry collection that I published recently, entitled “When Moonlight Falls: Heartfelt Notes from a Curious Mind-Traveller,” which is available to purchase on Amazon. The book details a soul’s journey in uncovering some of humanity’s most prevalent emotions; from heartbreak and loneliness to love and enlightenment. With this collection, I hope to inspire a surge in people’s creative voices."
'At the End of the Day, Doesn't it all Come Down to Love?'
But when the deed has been done
The songs sung and the duties undone
Don’t we all come together at the sun’s break
To calculate how much love we’ve managed to articulate?
Little trees, big trees
Hidden trees, revealed trees
Nestled in the ground until
Approached by an observer to fulfill
This void we carry, one of love
Unaware of its position as love
Requiring hints of itself from corners
Expanding beyond artificial borders
And don’t we feel purposeful
When giving what we’re given?
A collaborative sensation so wonderful
All other pursuits team up to deliver
Spread seeds we are, growing
Into iterations of the same objective
Possessing lives that add up, forming
A collective feeling
Existing, surviving and dreaming
All branches of our shared questioning and struggling
Of loving — love
An invisible manifestation of our whole being.
You vibrate a certain warmth
Countless hours spent under the sun couldn’t deliver
It heals my heart
Knitting the pores that drowned me
Building a shield for it
Torn only at your presence
I don’t know if you can feel your brightness
Disguising my weaknesses
Your smile is my shelter
Protecting me from the world’s sinister
When the piles of doubt fill me
Your selflessness enlightens my consciousness
You seem to know me
The kind of recognition exceeding our bodies
A pair of eyes give birth from our conversing entities
A telescope burning time and tending to our queries.