tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38751902862434907432024-03-27T16:51:15.342-05:00wagons of dragons(i made this when i was 10)abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-56524088744538317922024-03-21T17:05:00.007-05:002024-03-21T17:08:16.172-05:00voodoo<h4 style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span>i curse the day i met you, and the months we spent together<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span>you came across a wounded bird and plucked out every feather<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span>you held me down and beat me up and threw me at the wall<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span>i beg and plead every night for your inevitable fall<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">it’s true i hate your guts, but even more, i love your pain<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">i’m stitching voodoo dolls of rage and bashing in their brains<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">you’ll probably call me crazy, the way my fury won’t be tamed<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">but i simply will not rest 'til your entire life is maimed</span></span></div></h4>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-82224020138874371902024-03-21T17:03:00.007-05:002024-03-21T17:08:29.741-05:00dear mom<div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you every time i apply blush. you showed me how to blend it across my cheekbones. i still use your make up bag anyways.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when someone compliments my hair. you’ve always loved my hair. it was once yours.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when i stop to take pictures of a particularly beautiful sunset. i am your daughter, of course.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when i stand up for myself. i know you’d be proud of me. thank you for your courage.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when i read. you and me, laying on the floor, listening. i read a little more for you.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when i see quail scurrying across the street. they follow each other closely. i followed you like that.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you when i see people doing yoga. my mom is certified. i want to tell them.<br /></span><br /></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">i think of you when i hear Madonna. i imagine little you singing along. i don’t know the lyrics, but i wish i did.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> <br /></span><br /></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">i think of you when i see yellow. it’s your color, it always has been. nothing will change that.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">i think of you when i have a grilled cheese sandwich. you made it with extra cheese and i still complained.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-38555383270837351702024-02-28T11:05:00.003-06:002024-03-21T17:10:00.988-05:00maya<div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>i think of you and yearn to scream<br /></span><span>my joy, my muse, my miniature queen<br /></span><span>won’t you dip below the clouds for just a second?<br /></span><span>to you, don’t my outstretched arms beckon?</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">so now you’re prancing amongst the stars<br />bouncing around between pluto and mars<br />my neck is craned as i gaze up at your glory<br />please don’t leave me with only your story<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">if i set up an altar of love and apple and oat<br />down from the heavens, would you float?<br />the smoke would curl around your nose<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">for me, would you strike a living pose?</span></div></div>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-13538394472033399162023-08-28T12:10:00.004-05:002024-03-21T17:10:43.165-05:00Monsoon Season<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>The clouds have returned. It seems I can’t escape them these days. They blew in a few years back and never quite dissipated. Last summer they thickened like a scab slowly engulfing an open wound. They thickened into a fog and finally I had no choice but to slice through it, the sun piercing through the grey, blinding and true. But sadly, much like their behavior in this sloping prison of a valley, the clouds sank back into view. Now they hang all around my ears and lungs, ruthless and cold. They muffle the music. They dim the light. They force my bruised knees to the ground, and they laugh when I wince. The wind is picking up now, and droplets are racing on the swirling flurries. </span><i>You thought we left,</i><span> they seem to cackle. </span><i>Silly, stupid girl</i><span>. But I am not a girl, and I don’t feel very silly anymore.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-32175621257665029282023-01-25T12:38:00.005-06:002024-03-21T17:11:31.954-05:00i know<h4 style="border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: white;">i know what it’s like when you’re laughing with me <br /></span><span style="color: white;">you don’t have to do much to keep me around<br /></span><span style="color: white;">toss me a crumb when you feel like it, baby<br /></span><span style="color: white;">it's what i deserve</span></span></span><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: white;">i know what it's like when you're boiling over<br /></span><span style="color: white;">steam and sizzling droplets spilling onto my skin<br /></span><span style="color: white;">take your coy smile and shove it somewhere dark<br /></span><span style="color: white;">it's what you deserve</span></span></span></h4>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-50694358702312775632023-01-25T12:37:00.005-06:002024-03-21T17:12:25.865-05:00bloodied knuckles<p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: times;">i will cry and kick and scream and sob until the walls and floorboards of your southern home ache for me. </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: times;">i will shake the trunks of the trees in your backyard and pound on the cracked concrete sidewalks that run along the shaded streets. </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: times;">until i finally feel alive again.</span></p>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-55216318513158264432023-01-25T12:35:00.004-06:002023-01-25T12:35:32.477-06:00plummet<p><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"> i wish i was a bird. birds eat chipotle crumbs off the sidewalks and call it day. they fly up to a lofty branch to perch and then fly off again. maybe they don’t even remember the previous perch. if i were a bird, i’d will the wind to sweep my wings out of control, to slam me into the asphalt. maybe a kind soul would witness my plummet and come “check if that poor thing is alive.” i don't think i would be.</span></p>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-47818063276401537422023-01-25T12:34:00.006-06:002023-01-25T17:18:16.400-06:00lost<p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">they say there’s a lot of fish in the sea</span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">but i’m seasick, don’t wanna go fishing </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">i’ll sprint back home to my fishbowl </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and watch you swim in circles for me</span></p>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-48883535867502417352023-01-25T12:18:00.007-06:002023-01-25T12:18:57.579-06:00i stopped breathing<p><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"> i stopped breathing on the train.</span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">i wasn’t afraid. it was a Saturday in crisp February. the sun was slowly munching at the clouds in the sky, making the air outside warmer than usual. </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">so i just stopped breathing.</span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">i’d had a bagel that morning, the kind you can pop in your toaster. it felt like a good day. the wind whipped my hair as i strolled to the bus, chilly but not too chilly. it was warmer than usual. </span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">and yet i stopped breathing.</span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">the woman across from me had a pair of rather large headphones on. i wondered what she may be listening to, as i listened to my own silence. quaint houses rushed by the windows, colorful and drab.</span></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border-color: currentcolor; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">and then i stopped breathing on the train.</span></p>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-68208003296842933812023-01-25T12:17:00.004-06:002023-01-25T15:14:47.225-06:00nothing to do, nowhere to go<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">i guess i’ll sit on this curb till the rainwater pools at my feet, lapping at my toes and cascading into the sewer system below. it feels nice to not feel anything for a change. my brain has settled into a cozy state of complacent contentment, neither incredibly mournful or particular happy. i am just existing. and it feels good to know that’s all i have to do. no one is waiting for me. no one is wondering about me. no one cares. instead of feeling the empty sadness that usually afflicts me in these moments, i feel free. i don’t stop to consider if this feeling of freedom is rooted in sanity; i just let the relief course over my skin, enveloping my vision, my scent, my smell, my touch. only my sense of taste is left unaltered, and the only thing on my tongue is the remnant of a salty soulless tear; one of many that have fallen and mixed with the raindrops. i have nothing to do. breathe in. breathe out. feel nothing.</span></span></p>abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-85620749526359637322016-04-24T23:40:00.001-05:002016-04-24T23:40:32.360-05:00Mimic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I hope I'll live up to your dreams.<br />
And mine too.<br />
But yours created mine,<br />
And therefore take priority.<br />
No, it's okay, don't feel bad.<br />
My opinions mimic yours.<br />
It's only natural.<br />
Like the earth's rotation.<br />
Or the sunset.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 19)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-24695023484285352742016-04-24T23:38:00.001-05:002016-04-24T23:38:02.329-05:00give me danger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 12px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; line-height: 16px;">give me danger.</span><br />
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I'm not afraid.</div>
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I love that rush.</div>
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it's just a trade.</div>
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my life for yours,</div>
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no big deal.</div>
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you've got a future.</div>
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I lack appeal.</div>
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it's your legacy.</div>
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they believe in you.</div>
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all or nothing,</div>
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you're breaking through.</div>
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abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-75150491606925427692016-04-24T23:37:00.001-05:002016-04-24T23:37:36.171-05:00Defend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 12px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; line-height: 16px;">I didn't think this path would lead anywhere.</span><br />
<div style="font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 12px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; line-height: 16px;">
A lonely dead end.</div>
<div style="font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 12px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; line-height: 16px;">
But now I (the dreamer) am laughing in your arms.</div>
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More than just a friend.</div>
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If you (dear love) can treat me with kindness.</div>
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You're my God-send. </div>
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A promise of silver coiled around my finger.</div>
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Hope will defend. </div>
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<br /></div>
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(NaPoWriMo 17)</div>
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abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-88127338676179095632016-04-22T00:01:00.001-05:002016-04-22T00:01:46.298-05:00Night's a Dime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
All or nothing.<br />
Live it up.<br />
Just have fun.<br />
Never give up.<br />
An undying death.<br />
Frozen in time.<br />
Sweet like sugar.<br />
This night's a dime.<br />
Hands thrown up.<br />
Hear the beat.<br />
If you dance now.<br />
Won't know defeat.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 16)<br />
<br /></div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-64141312009031190922016-04-20T23:55:00.003-05:002016-04-20T23:55:57.749-05:00Queen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Your touch is like ice on my frosty skin.<br />
I'm immune to your warm fingers of questioning.<br />
If you ever loved this sorry heart, then love it no more.<br />
I can't and won't return the favor of adoration.<br />
The efforts you spend on me are for naught.<br />
My heart is forever and always preoccupied.<br />
An empty vault, full of sweet nothingness.<br />
If it's a fairytale you want, look no further.<br />
I'm not a princess, but rather, a queen.<br />
And a queen doesn't need a knight in shining armor.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 16)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-27615378440537403972016-04-19T23:21:00.001-05:002016-04-19T23:21:24.260-05:00Down the Drain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's a war zone.<div>
Tanks line the pathway.</div>
<div>
Flooded with blue lights.</div>
<div>
Schools of thought,</div>
<div>
divided by glass barriers.</div>
<div>
Strong, but subtle.</div>
<div>
She lifts each of her limbs,</div>
<div>
Great effort in movements.</div>
<div>
So close to victory,</div>
<div>
Yet her boots are suctioned.</div>
<div>
All those dreams and plans,</div>
<div>
Down the drain.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
(NaPoWriMo15)</div>
</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-24748358223371986992016-04-17T23:45:00.000-05:002016-04-17T23:45:43.439-05:00Allure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Satisfaction.<br />
Seldom and hard to come by.<br />
What many strive for endlessly.<br />
Its allure shines brighter each day,<br />
As we fail to achieve its glory.<br />
One day we'll all capture it.<br />
With hard work and love.<br />
Given to us by Our Father,<br />
He blesses our efforts with joy.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 14)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-78404730282457437732016-04-16T23:35:00.002-05:002016-04-16T23:35:55.895-05:00Redo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It slipped away,<br />
That opportunity I'm not sure I even miss.<br />
Is this regret or sentimentality?<br />
Either way, I can say it's got to end.<br />
I hate living in limbo,<br />
Unbalanced train of thought.<br />
Put on the brakes and refuel,<br />
Time to reconsider.<br />
Rethink.<br />
Redo.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 13)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-25952142770914992932016-04-16T23:22:00.000-05:002016-04-16T23:22:04.910-05:00It's a Sign<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Drowning with emotions,<br />
Befuddled in thoughts,<br />
I struggle to keep them,<br />
From untying the knots,<br />
That encircle my head,<br />
Heavy ropes of twine,<br />
No end to the question,<br />
I guess it's a sign,<br />
Better things are to come,<br />
Sweeter and more true,<br />
If I have to await you,<br />
Then that's what I'll do.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 12)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-16026429484466518652016-04-13T23:32:00.003-05:002016-04-13T23:32:44.427-05:00even if<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
if only the sun shone bright everyday<br />
if only the stars never faded away<br />
if only the night decided to stay<br />
if you'd kindly keep believing<br />
<br />
even if the sun never set in the sky<br />
even if the stars failed to say goodbye<br />
even if the night forgot to be shy<br />
even then you'd never believe me<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 11)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-56800816461773861432016-04-13T00:19:00.002-05:002016-04-13T00:19:43.885-05:00Together + Apart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's bubbling up in my heart.<br />
That overwhelming excitement.<br />
A happiness that only youth can bring.<br />
Enjoying very last drop of life.<br />
We sing, cry, laugh, scream and smile.<br />
Together and apart in all we do.<br />
Standing as one, the next generation.<br />
Shouts our dreams into the atmosphere.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 11)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-50021940398826895432016-04-11T23:16:00.000-05:002016-04-11T23:16:15.684-05:00Misshapen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You're a jigsaw puzzle in my heart.<br />
I put you together and you fall apart.<br />
Blood, sweat and tears rinsed down the drain,<br />
Time after time, again and again.<br />
Please spare me the effort and just leave.<br />
Now for a moment of rest and reprieve.<br />
I certainly loved you once upon a time.<br />
But this misshapen love is a heinous crime.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 10)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-90279731759937205382016-04-11T23:08:00.003-05:002016-04-11T23:08:40.350-05:00Washed-Out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recall that feeling,<br />
Like the first sip of coffee in the morning.<br />
Certainly it's fading away now.<br />
Not the good kind of fade, like a sunset.<br />
More like a pale quilt,<br />
Or a washed-out picture.<br />
Just the memory of a laugh.<br />
An empty bottle of Coke,<br />
Left by the side of the road.<br />
Awaiting the inevitable smash,<br />
Glass versus concrete and rubber.<br />
<br />
(NaPoWriMo 9)</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-1794052546049688182016-04-10T23:43:00.001-05:002016-04-10T23:43:31.211-05:00Dandelion in Distress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Delicate as a dandelion,<div>
Just one touch will send her flying,</div>
<div>
Words soaring above the soil.</div>
<div>
Yet her roots are strong,</div>
<div>
Deep as the tallest tree,</div>
<div>
Trailing below the surface of green.</div>
<div>
Brightly blooming for the sun,</div>
<div>
In anger, fear, sorrow and joy,</div>
<div>
She lifts her golden face to the skies.</div>
<div>
A dandelion in distress,</div>
<div>
But she didn't ask for help.</div>
</div>
abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00729854596698512494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875190286243490743.post-81300541852668965302016-04-09T23:39:00.001-05:002016-04-10T23:44:40.985-05:00Little Speech<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">That's good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's fine.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just leave me be.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I prefer sweet silence</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">over your company.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello there.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Goodbye.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I want to be free.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Away from the stress</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">of your company.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Quiet chattering</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And smiles.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I simply can't see.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why anyone would </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">enjoy your company. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">(NaPoWriMo 7)</span></div>
</div>
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