i like to keep my window open at night
so i can hear the train roll slowly by
i hope it takes me somewhere
far far away from here
as i drift off to sleep
and dream of
you yet
again
•abe
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
so here's the thing
today i am growing and
changing and transforming
and nothing you say or do can stop me.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
for better or worse,
your mother will call you.
back from the cliffs
and sticky blackberry picking adventures
and finding silly shapes in the clouds.
your mother will call you
when you’re off to college,
to busy to pick up and
she just wants to tell you she loves you.
one day, her soothing voice
won’t always be there.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
i think i need to be the girl on the train for a little while.
i've got some things i need to figure out on my own.
things that can only be sorted by the passing scenery of a big city or the green of a countryside.
and things that i can't think about when others who know me so well and can tell just what i'm thinking by looking at me are around.
i need to fall into the fast motion picture before my eyes and embrace the chaos that is my mind and just go wild. for i am changing and growing with each passing millisecond and i cannot become who i am meant to be unless i let go of everything i have ever known. the comforts of home no longer comfort me, they confront me. that's how i know it's time to go.
yes.
i need to be the girl on the train for a little while.
•abe
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
i felt uninspired
had "nothing" to write about
forgot about the beauty of the moon
how the birds make me swoon
and the trees whisper to me at night
while i'm trying to fight
the demons inside
all this aside
i'm still alive
but i can't believe
i forgot about the crash of the ocean
and now it all feels like slow motion
•abe
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old
i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled
i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me
i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
o
f
n v r
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f e i g
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g o
o d
e o g
n u h.
•a e
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC