By: Abaigeal Skye
Society's guidebook to being a "successful woman"
Was surely written by men who wanted to be more "successful with women"
For it is graced by the grimy fingerprints
That bound these pages with the soot
Of burned out attempts at seduction.
Look how
She turns her face away from you
As she erodes inward
To escape your invitational glare.
Hear her
Breath as it catches on each prickling remark,
Slowly unravelling from politeness
To annoyance.
Threatened.
Your mother
Must have told you that
We're humans, worthy of respect, of decency,
But
The posters boasting flesh and flesh alone
Invite you,
Condone.
This is the coward's excuse.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
By: Abaigeal Skye
*The sun is in my eye,
Wintry breath upon my spine.
Spring in my clumsy step,
Falling into your seasons,
Each as divine.*
Sprouting from the grooves,
Sidewalks melting moons.
Life dripping from the leaves,
Green driving away the blues,
Spiraling up with the loons.
Lapping at the heat they crave,
Rush by, lush grasses wave.
The earth bursts, untamed.
Eyelids flutter with robin skies,
As they rave.
Crackling ribs for kindling,
Omens for what wind will bring.
Eternal, infernal synergy,
Whistling through branches,
Weaving crowns for a king.
Crystallizing each shuddering breath,
Trees seem to whisper inevitable death.
Cheeks of primrose,
Sending crimson back,
Encasing the aftermath.
*The sun is in my eye,
Wintry breath upon my spine.
Spring in my clumsy step,
Falling into your seasons,
Each as divine.*
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
By: Abaigeal Skye
From green to gold,
From new to old.
Everything's crumbling,
So ball it up before it unfolds,
Shoot it in the trash before it leaves you cold.
Don't do what you're told, don't do what you're told.
Woke up shivering,
Pulled the blankets over my head.
Gazed outside looking for breath,
But found even the ground was dead,
And the bees weren't buzzing;
The air howling, unfed.
I'll look for the day's redemption
Where the sunshine has led.
Chills murdered greenery in the calm of the night,
And they fell slowly,
Like injured birds taking flight.
They all shed their skin,
Leaving the world threadbare.
Creation looked in the mirror
Admiring the wise being with graying hair.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Honesty is the best poetry.
Part the Red Sea,
May your words flow free.
Only when minds ebb and flow you
Truly let go.
I just want to know.
If I fall once again on the pavement,
Will the light show through where I've been bent?
Will the universe release me from this symmetry?
When will I see? When will we see?
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Do not
Shred yourself into pieces
To make others feel whole.
You can't
Empty your entire being
To make others be full.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
My mind’s a one way street,
Like to keep **** uncomplicated.
I’m gonna make a U-turn if you don’t tell me what you’re contemplating.
Faking, baking dishonest relations;
Kissing, kicking broken correlations.
Saying “I’m in love” doesn’t make it truer,
Internal screaming until your face turns bluer.
Then you’re tripping because your tongue’s tied up,
Throwing pennies in fountains that were long dried up.
Soon, it’ll be all good,
Friendship will preserve it.
Love you like a brother,
The heart’s not gone, don't know if you deserve it.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Why are you angry?
Why are you dejected?
*Why do you leave the love
You could have easily accepted?*
Generations before
Ask forevermore
These quandaries we don't care to implore.
Hoards of silence
Romanticizing the violence
Taking what they get,
In fear of loneliness.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I want to be
The burn hole on your hoody.
A flickering memory
Of glowing embers;
Of you holding me.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Don't chase happiness
It's a fleeting feeling.
This is what they say
To keep me from weightless reeling.
I'm bobbing in the ocean
Barely grasping the crest.
Searching for joyous commotion
To lift fears of losing from my chest.
Riches can be lost, homes can crumble down.
Sunshine, my anthem of success,
I wish to drape me like evening gown.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.
But I
Need
What
We
Have.
But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.
My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.
But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.
But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC