Abaigeal Skye: Poems

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

The shutters are shut,
The blinds, closed.
If we see what we feel,
What we see is real.

Strides that match,
Measures of love.
Colors blend,
Nobody would judge.

An angsty, grey sky,
Heav'n's rays shine through.
People notice the sunshine,
Fingertips drinking up the dew.

His loving embrace around her,
Or him.
We're not truly free,
While equality is seen as sin.

The shutters are shut,
The blinds, closed.
If we see what we feel,
What we see is real.

This Life is Only Temporary

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

This Life is Only Temporary

Golden flecks danced on the lake,
Your eyes casting prisms unfeigned.
But even a Midas touch cannot mend,
Green leaf of youth could not be contained.

The rippling water looked so enticing,
Ice prisms reflecting on my skin.
I should have realized it was frozen, but you took my Hand and pulled me in.

Hope as shattered as the barren landscape,
Looking out at the shards I wondered
Why we find destruction so lovely.
Even a perfect Man not left undisturbed.

Through the ages we have ruined for pleasure,
Families, countries- broken.
It's in our nature to batter
What beauty we have been given.

Only one can heal the pain,
The glue to put this puzzle back together.
One day we'll see no pain,
The antidote washing away demise forever.

This Morning

Abaigeal Skye Apr 2014

This Morning

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.

#nature

To Feel or To Win

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

To Feel or To Win

My tears
just gasoline
aiding to your ballistics.

My furrowed brow
confiding in you
my weaknesses.

My blazing eyes
providing you necessary warmth,
only bringing you comfort.

But my smile
will tear you apart,
ripping the spine of your tale
with a infuriating crackle.

Translations

Abaigeal Skye Sep 2014

Translations

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?

Trust Your Struggle

Abaigeal Skye May 2014

Trust Your Struggle

We're all stones,
Embrace pressure,
One day you might end up a diamond in Someone's treasure.

Try to Remember

Abaigeal Skye Feb 2014

Try to Remember

Happiness is found
With the souls you surround.
A friend is not a friend
If they're looking to cut you down.
Life is short, so say what you think.
Feed your insecurities to the wind
And pour yourself a drink.

I'll continue to add to this.

Under Construction

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

Under Construction

Somewhere underneath the rubble a century old soul lies.
Hammers pound, wood-chippers whir.
A chaotic landfill of past, present, and future.
Welcome to my mind.

The signs prohibit visitors and many don't realize the rusted metal warnings are only guises.
With palms aching and restless feet, you crawl over the shattered sky to find me.

Here,
we can pretend to care about life's many quandries together.
Dig underneath the limestone with me,
take off your coat and stay a while.

It's the greatest joy when you can find someone who wonders the same way as you.

Vague

Abaigeal Skye Mar 2014

Vague

From past mistakes I've realized,
When two lives are not meant to be intertwined.

You'll forget the color of their eyes,
Irises from whom you unknowingly hide.

Flinch, not melt, under their touch,
Even if you though you loved them that much.

Tell yourself "you don't have time,"
You're avoiding them, it's just a lie.

Where the Mind Always Wanders

Abaigeal Skye Jun 2014

Where the Mind Always Wanders

You are the smell before the rain,
The blood rushing through my veins.
You're the late night call with no kiss goodnight,
The wings upon which my mind takes flight.
You are the summer breeze dancing on my skin,
The pandemonium: manic uproar and din.
You're the hands slapping beats on a dark steering wheel,
The twangy whirring of an old fishing reel.

You are hers.

— The End —