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652 · Oct 2013
Please let me be dreaming.
Abigail Madsen Oct 2013
Please let me be dreaming.
Work crushing  
Being pulled in the opposite direction
I hope I am dreaming.
Time slipping
Striving for something a little better than perfection
I need to be dreaming.
Water overtaking  
Craving for just a little affection
Air leaving
Please let me be dreaming.
My body and mind have lost connection
-
*Please let me be dreaming.
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650 · Nov 2012
Regret
Abigail Madsen Nov 2012
Regret
You’ll realize when its too late
how you wish you could change your fate
But now your death bed
is a set date.
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633 · Jan 2014
His Eyes are my Windows
Abigail Madsen Jan 2014
His Eyes are my Windows
They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. And I see straight into his.
Blue and bright. They are always looking down on me. Down from his tall
height. There is something about his smile so slight. The way his eyes glisten
in the light. There is something that feels so right. His eyes are my windows
And into them I stare. I've never felt more safe than when his fingers twist my
hair. I guess I didn't know what love was until now. It's looking into the eyes
of another and wondering how. How could something so great ever fall into my
lap. I guess that's why I no longer feel a gap.A gap in my heart where something
went missing. A gap in my heart
that is filled when we are kissing.
Into his eyes I look. One blink of
his thick lashes and I'm hooked.
I stare into something greater than
I. I stare into the eyes of my future
guy. His eyes are blue. Blue as the
sky. I stare and I think. And farther
into love I sink. It's a warm feeling
like when I'm wrapped in one of his
hugs. Finding love like this makes
my heart beat sound like drums. I
stand and I stare. Fingers twisted in
my hair. His smell filling the air. He's
so perfect I wonder if he is really
there. I stare into the windows praying
I never make them cloudy or leak.
Blue and bight. And sometimes white.
I love  his eyes. And his heart. But that
belongs to me. And it's only him that I
see. It's said that no love ever comes with a
guarantee. But I don't agree. Because I love
this boy. And he loves me.
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629 · Dec 2012
No Title Needed
Abigail Madsen Dec 2012
No Title Needed
Staring
Starting
Waiting
A blank screen waving
Can't think
Wont write
I can't do this tonight
Type
Write
Delete
My piece to complete
Words
Can't find a rhyme
I don't have the time
Got nothing
Curser blinking
Still thinking
'...'
Haven't posted in a while, its quite ******* but, you know. Enjoy(:
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628 · Mar 2013
Where Your Blood Runs
Abigail Madsen Mar 2013
Where Your Blood Runs
Blood
Runs crimson through your thoughts
Pulsing deep through the arteries of still beating hearts
Seeping through the corners of eyes
For the loved ones who met an untimely demise
For those who battled through the darkness
For those with the memories possesing the mannerisms of abandoned carcass
Blood that runs warm and prime
Blood that runs cold with time
But not all the bleeds is alive
A bleeding rose striving to show
The meaning of love or when to let it go
Go now off into your happy place
The place where you have no fears to face
The place of warmth where no tears escape
The place where the grass is green and trees
sway in the sweet summer breeze
Where the sun shines
and all is fine
Go to where you please
Go where the sweet hum of life puts you at ease
Go to your loved ones
Go To Where
Your Blood Runs
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611 · Nov 2013
Wall Flower's
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
Wall Flower's
Its the small things that go unnoticed
And the strong people that are left without credit
Not like they'd accept it
These people - they get it
Get that people need kindness to get by
Understand that not everyone can keep their spirts high
These people are the ones who do the most
They are the ones in the background
The ones who do the little things
Small compliments spoken to a nobody
Because if they didn't say it
No one else would
Genuine smiles passed to those
Who might not otherwise see one
Let alone have one themselves
Everyday super hero's
Use no swords, no bows and no arrows
But they are fighters
Fighters of depression
Starters of succession
Because they can't stand to see society send any more people to heaven
These people are heros
Because putting a stranger before yourself is heroic
and to be an every day hero
is no mere miracle
Because these people make life bearable
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606 · Nov 2013
Bare
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
Bare
There is something to be said about a girl with no make up
No one thinks much of her
No one notices
but she is content with that
there is something about not caking on fake
not saying all those who do - are
but just saying there is something - as too far
when a girl can stand in the mirror and see
she is more than an absentee
absent from the flow of girls
with painted on faces and burned curls
The ones who will stand alone
who will try no more
than to just be known
known for nothing but herself
not needing any help
no aid to her face
no fake barbie standing in her place
it's something so rare to see
a girl who is brave enough - to just let her skin be
a girl who only has her born face to wear
something that is beautiful -  just naked and bare
There is something to be said about a girl with no make up
- no nothing just her
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605 · Jan 2013
With Flowers in Her Hair
Abigail Madsen Jan 2013
With Flowers in Her Hair
I see your arms
I see the cuts
Please stop the harm
I know it's hard
But your body will be forever scarred
I need you to understand I care
And I know it's not fair
but one day
You'll have Flowers in Your Hair
hair that will rest about your face
not one thing out of place
Lying in all your grace
I see the fake smile you put on
I see the pain that's foregone
I see your posts
I know they're ghosts
Ghosts that haut you from your past
But I know this can't last
You're strong
You don't belong
With Flowers in Your Hair
I know you're overcome with despair
But you need to take care
Because your life is a prize
and you should be happy you're alive
I hope to see you make huge strives
Please stay alive
I don't want to have to see Her
**With Flowers in Her Hair
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576 · Feb 2013
A Man of His Word
Abigail Madsen Feb 2013
A Man of His Word
Watch my girl please he asked
At the roller rink,
they skated so fast
He sixteen
she fourteen
this couldn't be foreseen
He a man of he word
as his heart began to stir
I don't think he understood
that in that moment he could
have fallen as hard as he did
Even though he knew his friend would never forgive
He knew his heart was true
She was the one,
he knew.
he knew by her smile
he knew he had to stay for awhile
he knew it as soon as this evening had begun
He knew this was something more than fun
watch her he did
he would not get rid
Watched her he did
even though he had fears
for the next 72 years
My Grampy had passed away last week this was the story of him and my Nonnies love.
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569 · Oct 2013
Autumn
Abigail Madsen Oct 2013
Autumn
Brisk air
The wind in my hair
The things I love about fall
Small leaves tumble to the ground
The crunching sound
when you walk around
The smell of pumpkin in the air
The way the trees look so beautiful
so bare
I love so many things about fall
But it is him who I love most of all
The smell of his car when we go for a ride
The way his smile makes me light up inside
Now I could go on for ever about what I love
Instead I'll compare him to the season I speak of
Cold breeze on my skin
Standing hand in hand with him
I wish I could truly explain how I feel
But I can't
and thats how I know this is real
Thats how this season makes me feel.
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565 · May 2013
Hands
Abigail Madsen May 2013
Hands
Hands
being washed of sins
Of all the places been
You can relax
and shed your skin
what's done is done
it's your life to begin
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562 · Dec 2012
A Face that isn't Me
Abigail Madsen Dec 2012
A Face that isn't Me
Everyday I'm fighting that face in the mirror
with my emotions never getting clearer
Looking at a face
that I cannot see
a face that isn't me
A face I call my
own?
A face I do not condone
I look in to my eyes
I despise what I see
these eyes are not me
I stare at that smile
A smile that can tell
some stories for a while
That smile isn't me
That smile is what people see
They see
That face
That isn't
*Me
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560 · Sep 2013
Frost
Abigail Madsen Sep 2013
Frost
The window fogged over
No longer sober
I wish I could go back
and start all over

My eyes close shut
The silence remains uncut
I wish it was different
I guess it is
Somewhat

Standing in the door
Can't look in your eyes
With a heart too sore
Please I need you for more

A grave stands alone
Name, age and date shown
On my heals I turn
I leave your grave stone
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546 · May 2013
Weighted Smile
Abigail Madsen May 2013
Weighted Smile
Her smile holds just a little too much hurt sometimes
And if you look long enough you'll be surprised as to what you can find
years of hurt and pain in hiding
tear ducts over used for crying
too much lying
She's finally done fighting
Her story is already written
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515 · Nov 2013
djkfhsdhfie, I don't know
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
djkfhsdhfie, I don't know
I guess I've been uninspired
lately
I think it's time for a change
maybe
I think I know where this is going
faintly
I guess I've been uninspired
lately
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