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bucket

Seagulls fly overhead as I sit on the beach. I can hear my mother and aunt laughing behind me, reclining on beach chairs. Buckets filled with sand are piled next to me. Pudgy toddler hands grabbing fistfuls of the grainy material and dumping it into the container. I take the bucket and tip it upside down on the cool, wet, ground. I feel the waves washing over my small feet as I slowly lift the bucket to reveal my masterpiece. A small tower made of sand.

» Posted By Abbey On 11.01.2017 @ 9:03 am

century

Time flying. Ages pass and childhoods come and go. The sun falls and rises, the earth turns,
Spinning under the sun’s gentle glow. Time comes for us all.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.26.2017 @ 11:19 pm

voyage

Rough blue waters crested with gray foam. Sandy desert winds that sting the eyes and cloud the lungs. Snow capped mountains and bright skies of oranges and yellows. The world thrown open at your feet.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.06.2017 @ 12:17 pm

upstairs

I had already gone upstairs, so of course, I didn’t feel like running back down. I could hear my sister laughing from the family room, and she has some dumb tv show on… if I interrupted, surely there would an issue

» Posted By Abbey On 02.20.2016 @ 9:15 pm

cloak

a cloak is a coat type thing. It is typically associated with bad people. Supervillans, criminals etc. They can keep you warm and are creepy looking. I think dracula wears a cloak. I could even be an invisible cloak. Isnt that awesome? You just wear is and all of a sudden you are invisible. Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak Cloak

» Posted By abbey On 02.06.2016 @ 8:24 am

rocker

He was completely off his rocker -nuts. He couldn’t hold anything together if he glued his hands in one! It’s rather unbelievable how little of reality he can actually grasp.

» Posted By Abbey On 04.09.2015 @ 8:56 pm

fishing

I went fishing on a lake
with Jake because he’s my mate
we used to date
and he smells great
why must I always wait
these fish wont take my bait
maybe its because of jake.

» Posted By abbey On 10.26.2014 @ 6:32 pm

footsteps

I’m not sure what to call us.
We’re in between strangers and friends.
You always smile at me when we pass;
We always make eye-contact from across a room –
What am I supposed to think of that?
Am I just supposed to wait until
We either come together –
Or fall apart?

» Posted By Abbey On 10.02.2014 @ 4:01 pm

compensate

I know nothing lasts forever.

But I thought we’d last a little longer.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.20.2014 @ 1:06 pm

selling

I know now that I could never love either of them; at least, not in the way they wanted. How could I love someone that intimately, that deeply, that purely, when the love was not even mine to give away? How could I totally commit myself to one person when I wasn’t even my own? My very appearance, thoughts, emotions, ideas, were all borrowed from the original, and I was one mere print in a sea of copies.

» Posted By Abbey On 11.24.2013 @ 12:04 pm

crib

The baby smiled sweetly at her mother. “Goodnight darling, God bless you.” her mother said, lightly kissing her on the forehead. Her child rolled over in her crib, and snuggled up to her baby bunny, ready to drift off into the land of dreams.

» Posted By Abbey On 09.29.2013 @ 11:13 am

god

I don’t know if he is there, but all I know is that he is the cause of terrible actions by people that result in harm to others. If he was really there, why would he permit that? Why would people be harmed because of his apparent existence, when his apparent purpose and wish is for everyone to be loved by him?

» Posted By Abbey On 07.02.2013 @ 5:37 am

barren

I saw him weep then. And, strangely, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve witnessed.

He shed not a tear, and at first glance it would seem that his face was barren and void of emotion. But that was not true.

He seemed to crumple in on himself as he collapsed against the wall. All the pain and grief was reflected in his eyes. In that moment, his soul carried the grief of a lifetime.
But as he placed his head in his hands, his shoulders stayed strong and broad, not heaving with sobs. And after a moment, he stood again, collected himself and walked the other way.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.31.2013 @ 2:38 pm

secluded

“Do you know what it was like, being trapped in your mind and secluded from the world?” Chas whispered. “Getting tortured every day in your unconscious? To have acid rain down on your head until your skin was burnt off and your very bones showed through, and then wake up and realize you weren’t dead? Or to be drowned multiple times in your dreams until you no longer can take a shower without vomiting? To watch someone you love die a thousand different times in a thousand different ways every time you close your eyes? Do you know what it’s like to fear sleep and crave death instead?” he drops his gaze, his voice a low growl. “No, you know nothing about it. So don’t judge me as if you do.”

» Posted By Abbey On 05.30.2013 @ 2:23 pm

shattered

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» Posted By abbey On 05.26.2013 @ 3:20 pm

“The world is in chaos,” Chas says. “I saw the destruction and desolation with my own eyes – no life for miles. Who knows how long it continues on for? It could go on forever – we may be the only ones left.”

“No,” I say, my hands shaking. “I’m not staying here. Anything is better than this hell.”

He grabs my shoulders, his fingernails cutting into my skin. “Listen to me!” he says sharply. “There’s nothing left for us out there! The world is broken, and I think a part of me shattered with it. I can’t go back,” he lets me go and rocks suddenly back and forth, a wild look in his eyes. “Please, don’t make me go back.”

» Posted By Abbey On 05.26.2013 @ 3:05 pm

stratosphere

Have you ever sat and considered
The constellations freckled on your forearm
Or the galaxies reflected in your eyes?
They really are quite brilliant.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.24.2013 @ 1:42 pm

casting

I feel like you’re casting me away,
And so I feel like leaving you be.

But I really don’t want to,
So give me a reason not to.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.21.2013 @ 2:41 pm

catapult

Where do I begin?
Shall I start out soft and slow?
Ease my way until you’re comfortable,
And then start from there?

Or shall I catapult my way into your life?
Forcing myself upon you until you notice;
Until you know me;
Until you care.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.20.2013 @ 3:01 pm

taboo

I think I like the thought of you,
Or us,
Or who we could be together.

Of course, I’m just guessing
Because I don’t really know you –
But I’d like to,
I just don’t know how to begin.
And that’s what bothers me the most.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.14.2013 @ 1:49 pm

beer

You are so mysterious,
But I wish I could read you like a book.

Trust me –
I quite enjoy mystery novels.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.07.2013 @ 7:24 pm

credibility

You are quiet,
But I wouldn’t go as far as to call you shy.
On the contrary, you seem to hold back your thoughts
And you seem to savour the words
When you speak.

» Posted By Abbey On 05.04.2013 @ 7:38 pm

crow

They are black evil creatures of the night! They come at you from the tops of trees and in the midst of bushes. Claws out and beaks pointed. The loud caw echos from the surrounding buildings. Death looms and you know that it is near. The shadow flies across your path.

» Posted By Abbey On 04.28.2013 @ 8:34 pm

plague

you sick excuse for a doe,
you hide under your mother’s rotting neck
until she withers like your spine
don’t plead your insanity, your sickness
while your brethren shed their
fur like it was their life force.

» Posted By Abbey On 03.31.2013 @ 12:17 am

calamity

I am waiting for the day when they tell me I’m crazy.

“Unbalanced,” they might say, or “Unsound.”

Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Just think – to live in blissful ignorance, free from troubles and calamities, appointments and schedules, relationships and company, government and politics, finance and economics, and basically all the other bothersome things of this world.

And when the day comes and I am informed – and I assure you, it will – I will smile, and graciously thank them, and say, “I knew it all along.”

» Posted By Abbey On 03.25.2013 @ 2:52 pm

weakling

The door opened in a flourish, and you stepped inside, bringing all of winter in with you. There was a light scent about you; you smelled of bitter winds, and boughs laden with snow, and frost on a windowpane. Your cheeks were rosy from the chill, your eyes alight and dancing.

How I wished it were not the cold that kindled the fire behind your eyes, or made your face flush scarlet.

» Posted By Abbey On 03.03.2013 @ 12:48 pm

weathered

She woke with a start. His hands stroked her forehead, gently brushing the strands of hair away from her face.

“Another nightmare?” he whispered.

She did not answer his question, merely looked him in the eye and said, “Tell me a story – one that will make me forget.”

And so he did. Slowly, at first, painting a place with his lips, then quicker as the world grew. With wise and weathered words, he chased away the shadows and vanquished the demons.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.20.2013 @ 5:03 pm

fatigue

I dreamt of you last night,
But perhaps not in the way you are thinking
Or in a way that I would have liked.
I dreamed that we were talking
And the entire time, I felt wholly
And utterly foolish.

And let me tell you,
Never in my life have I doubted my intelligence.
But lately, around you, I do.
Words fail me – I’m tongue-tied,
While you seem to speak so freely.

I woke up this morning feeling even more fatigued
Then I had the night before.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.17.2013 @ 10:20 am

husband

The silence is overbearing, but we speak above it and try to hide it.
We press it back with our idle chat, but we both know it’s useless.
The silence rings in our ears, even as words fill our mouths.

We both don’t want to admit how bad it’s gotten lately,
So we push it away, and cover it with smiles.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.04.2013 @ 2:08 pm

systems

Saint, Saint, Saint.

It is meant as praise,
But all I hear is mockery.
There is nothing good within me –
Nothing heavenly in my system.

I am condemned.
My soul is bruised by Hell.

» Posted By Abbey On 02.01.2013 @ 3:07 pm

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