For Emma, For Everyone

Sometimes the people with the hardest lives
Are the strongest ones one you know.
their strength while in pain
makes you want to cry

no words can express
every feeling inside
mixed together
in order to be viewed

those without pain will never understand
only sympathize
they try to convey hope
in their apologies

everyone does everything differently
each emotion a rainbow
trapped within

through the pain and suffuring
in every frustrated tear
find strength

Just A Little Twisted

Most so easy to read
practice made me perfect
old and young,
in all relations

yet these two
one older
one younger
each related to the other

at times I think they flirt
others not so much
feelings mixed
and I lost

each close as family
no desire in my part
each pertaining to other girls
and still they flirt

The Will Always Call

Walking through the mall
Mom and brother in tow
Crazy aunts behind me

Wrapped in leather
and ill fitting jeans
yet still they flirt

then my mother
bless her heart
comments on it all

its reassuring just to know
that no matter wearing what
or with who

Abby Christmas 2012

Two steps forward

One step back

Always by my side

Whether rainy ABBA concerts

Or waist deep in mud

Every moment an adventure

Thanks for the year

And here’s to the next

May fortune be in our favor

In retrospect

Living without regrets

I smile

Happy to be a wing girl

Or dance the night away

All for my best friend

And although the frame is filled

Our story isn’t over

Start Again

I’ve lost the ability to breath

Pain smothers me from within

Sorrow pushes me around

But with your support

And my inner strength

I will dance again

For now I may trip and stumble

Falling to my knees

And yet I try

Take each breath anew

Every tear washed away

I return to my place

Take A Breath

So many things happen

Without you knowing

And you cannot react

But when cool truth blows in

And reveals the light

Then healing begins

Treat every thought with caution

The weight they hold unknown

Helpful or hurtful

To everyone I’ve touched

This I write to you

As my apology

From here and now I change

To be a better me

Without pain or sorrow

May I pull you up

Instead of pushing down

Change the situation

My presents

I wish

Bring a smile to your face

Although eager to fill your shoes

I step into the shadows

And quickly bow my head

In a circular motion

Telling all

I write

From Thirteen and My Birth

Black fog

Settles down

Hiding the truth

Tears that stained my cheeks

Now fall in your sight

Every word a dagger

I wish to break free

And start again

As my own

My age inhibits me

Paying you my money

Pushing me down

In a timeless age

Maybe these tears

Wouldn’t have to fall  

In His Memory

A flash of red

An electric chirp

The slam of a door

Thick hand lotion

The sounds of shower

This blue pen

A radio station

A chrome flame

The right door  

Bar Maid

Cherry Vanilla

Flirts from across the room

A toss of the hair

And a twirled skirt

Closed eyes

Speaking without words

Coy smiles

Hiding inner wit

In the corner eye

Golden fate twists

Murmuring softly to herself

Plotting her next cloth  

What Do They See

No coquettish airs

Simply kindness

Confidence and sincerity

No great figure

Do I poses

Befitting an Abbey

Exalted wit

without accentuation

a silent savant

climbing into my tower

under own lock and key

I seal my hear away

I fear fro my companions

Sure I’d lose them

I could hold

Times brings in life

Yet no room for dust

Sill it settles thick  

Courting Snakes

Time flashes by

A constant history

Those who eat dust

Crawl towards me

In crystalled light

Shines around me

And as it dims

I fight the shadows

No decision

Comes without consequences

All unrequited loves

End in broken hearts

Why is it

That as the dust falls in

And I struggle to breath

Now they approach

A Flower Wanted

A baker’s dozen

Fight for a single rose

Yellow spiked with pink

Down the same trail

They ride

Unaware of each other

Even one at a time

Threatens to crush the bloom

In their endless hunt

This bloom still a bud

Her beauty not reveled

Undesired to flourish

With age and knowledge

The bloom peaks

All in her own time