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Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
Beautiful things don't ask for attention,
That's why silent flowers boast so much dimension.
Does the sky solicit for your praise
When it brings vital rains?
And for what lauds does the grass ask?
It provides cushion for your ungrateful-
face.
But us humans who destroy these beautiful creations,
We grab for the prizes and tear apart our nations.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
Dew drops cling to grass blades like newfound friends,
Sunlight melts into a robin’s egg dome.
Bumper to bumper- glistening bugs wait,
The bright shades of green open the flood gate.

Fog covers the city with a grey sheet,
Dimming street lights give their nonchalant winks.
Soft breeze makes branches bow, waving goodbye,
Corn stalks seem to whisper as you ride by.

Meadowlarks converse in an elm somewhere,
Small talk and yawns fill the thick morning air.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
A basin filling to the brim
Weathered by wind
A crack that has yet to rescind
Strong gusts, breaking its whim.

Last night, remembering monsoon season.

Shaking, pouring out a stream
Uncontrollably heaving heavy droplets
Looking for sunshine to redeem
Wedging icy gates between outlets.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
"Everything happens for a reason."
Hardships don't explain themselves in their own season.
I wish I could tell you what they mean,
but I've seen you grow in your troubles you see.
You're brighter, smile bigger, through your pain and sorrow.
Hope will be the strength to carry you through tomorrow.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
Roll the windows down,
Let the breeze roll in.
Hand prints linger,
Goosebumps plague your skin.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
Look into those innocent eyes,
You have defiled.
Why not just leave me here,
And go crack one of your electric smiles?

I hear your circuits whir,
Your bolts, they gleam.
Run fingers through your hair,
Watch as they dream.

I still hold onto you,
Unravelled by your games.
I'd love you call you out,
But I'm not naming names.
"Oh babe."

Eyes cut like knives,
Wit sharper still.
Why don't you just leave me here,
And go crack one of your electric smiles.
*Somewhere else.
Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014
Sharp sounds from the tongue,
Adroit hand,
Pushing you away.
May illness empoison love
And inspire you to stay.
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