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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ve never studied your features this close before, But I think I have you memorized.

I close my eyes, but I can see – The pale scar running down from your brow bone to your left eyelid; The star chart of freckles scattered across your cheeks; The colour of your eyes when you try not to cry.

Posted By Abbey On 01.31.2013 @ 7:56 pm

You and me – We’re two birds of a feather. And, baby, We were born to fly.

Posted By Abbey On 01.29.2013 @ 8:10 pm

I want you to know That I don’t wait for hot drinks to cool. I’d rather sip it scalding, Then drink it lukewarm.

And I want you to realize That I don’t drink the dregs Of my coffee or my tea Because it’s either too sweet Or too bitter – And I don’t like a lot of either.

Posted By Abbey On 01.28.2013 @ 10:44 am

Talking is hard when you have nothing important to say.

Posted By Abbey On 01.26.2013 @ 5:30 pm

And I wouldn’t mind it If you weren’t musical. As long as you weren’t too ashamed Or embarrassed of your voice To sing or hum softly As we dance sometimes.

Posted By Abbey On 01.24.2013 @ 10:33 am

English exams scare me. They are too sweet and too innocent, Pretending to be open-armed and open-minded.

But English exams are not like Math exams. There isn’t an equation or a simple answer.

You can write your real and honest opinion. But if your real and honest opinion is wrong, Then you fail.

I am afraid to fail.

Posted By Abbey On 01.22.2013 @ 5:40 pm

Size. large. small. it defines you as a person. It shouldn’t. But it does. If you’re big, they won’t love you. If you’re small, they want you on the magazine covers and in they big shot movies. But you know what? Screw em. Be any size you want. We are beautiful.

Posted By Abbey On 01.16.2013 @ 3:37 am

Going to France and being able to speak french with all of the people there. Having time to really perfect something you love. I have a lot in dating and not love. Not having much sometimes makes things fun!

Posted By Abbey On 01.05.2013 @ 12:27 pm

shows.i always spend to much time watching tv shows. I need o get out more, oh well at least I enjoy it

Posted By abbey On 12.27.2012 @ 11:15 pm

The seasons have changed – Twice, in fact, Since you’ve been gone.

Winter faded into spring, Which gave way to summer, Replaced by fall – And repeated again.

It’s been two years. And I can still picture your smile.

Posted By Abbey On 12.20.2012 @ 1:25 pm

The gun in my hand trembles as I aim it at the man in front of me. My knees ache from sitting in this same position, hiding; watching; waiting. I do not want to shoot this man, but it may be the only choice I have.

A voice crackles to life in my earpiece. “You have five seconds to drop the gun,” Saint says, calmly.

“Are you kidding me?” I hiss back, and the man turns towards the sound.

“Five.”

“No way,” I whisper.

“Four.”

The man takes a step in my direction.

“Three.”

“Do you want me dead?”

“Just trust me. Two.”

The man is three feet away, his eyes finding mine. I back away from him, my whole body shaking, my finger slipping off the trigger.

“One.”

“I’m going to kill you, Saint!” I scream, flinging the gun to the side. I dive right, barely avoiding the man’s knife. “I swear, if I survive, you won’t live another day.”

Posted By Abbey On 12.17.2012 @ 4:13 pm

He’s waiting for me as I exit. He opens his mouth to say something, but I throw my hands against his shoulders and slam him into the wall behind.

“What the hell was that?” I spit, my face inches from his. “You said you had my back – you said you’d be there for me! I looked like an idiot back there! And you just stood by and watched.”

I fall silent, breathing heavy. I let my hands slip down, and they hang loosely at my sides. He grabs my wrist before I can turn away.

“Listen,” he says gently. “I’m sorry. I was just following orders.”

He’s so patient and calm, even when I yell. It makes it hard for me to stay angry.

And god, I hate him for it.

Posted By Abbey On 12.13.2012 @ 5:02 pm

“Kai,” I say, “you’re crazy. There is absolutely no way to escape this hell hole.”

Kaiden crosses his arms and frowns, a look of pure, stubborn determination burning behind his eyes.

“Challenge accepted.”

Posted By Abbey On 12.12.2012 @ 7:15 pm

“You’re just an object,” I say. “A puppet – a tool – in their grand scheme.”

He shakes his head, and for once, I see a little bit of anger flare up behind his eyes. “You’re wrong,” he says. “Objects don’t get to choose. I did.”

“You didn’t choose!” I say, pleading for him to understand. “They’re tricking you – letting you believe you had some say in the matter.”

“No,” he growls, his voice low. “You’re dead wrong.”

Posted By Abbey On 12.02.2012 @ 7:42 pm

Her silhouette is precariously close to the edge of the roof. When I call out to her, she turns, and I can see how sunken she is; how hollowed her cheeks are. I can see she is not the narcissistic, over confident girl she was two months ago. She is a mere ghost of the girl she used to be.

“What are you doing up here?” I ask.

She doesn’t respond, but smiles in response, stretching her translucent skin across her skeletal face, and making the purple under her eyes more prominent. She spreads her arms a little, like she’s about to take flight, or…

My eyes widen as realization hits me, and I scream out, “No!”

But it’s too late. She closes her eyes, a look of serene peace spreading over her ghastly face, as she leans back over the edge and plummets to the ground below.

Posted By Abbey On 11.27.2012 @ 7:46 pm

My eyes fly open. My hair is plastered to my forehead with sweat, and my body is trembling so violently, I’m shaking the chair. My hand is stiff from gripping the fabric of my dress too tightly.

“Please,” I sob, as he approaches me, burying my face in his shirt. “I don’t want to do this again.”

He touches my face lightly, his eyes welling with pity. “I know,” he whispers. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Posted By Abbey On 11.25.2012 @ 4:51 pm