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Abbi Nov 2014
1:00 am
My phone buzzes
Your name appears on the screen
I tell myself
You do not really
Miss me
You've drowned
Your sorrows
Into acohol
An you're drunk  
You say you
Miss me
You want me
Your drunken words
Roll off your tongue
And into my heart
As if It has stopped beating
I cannot help
But to believe this
I have missed you
Ever since that night
With the yelling and screaming
It was over
I cannot help but to
Say I miss you too
And then
Those two words
I've been dawning to hear
Come through the phone
"I'm sorry"
  Nov 2014 Abbi
Sue Violetta
Troubled mind
Wounded soul
Broken heart
not healing.

Soft fur
and feline purr
of a rescued cat
Might help
to give your life
New  meaning.
Rescued old, skinny and hungry cat is now doing the rescueing.
  Nov 2014 Abbi
Gracie Anne
Turning on the T.V, you see a beautiful woman
Standing up, proud and straight.
You look down at your not-so-perfect self,
And your heart fills with hate.

You’re not like that woman,
But you’re beautiful just the same.
You have beauty where she doesn’t
Internal beauty is what you can claim.

If only you could see it,
You’d know your beauty too.
Unfortunately, society has brainwashed us
Into not loving people like you.

If I could change the world
We wouldn’t have to have waists of a centigram.
And I’d have the cute guys love me
For who I am- not what I am.

So look at yourself,
You’re beautiful just like me.
Loving yourself is the right path;
Confidence is the key.
  Nov 2014 Abbi
Lyn
Loving him causes her nothing but pain
Yet she loves him anyway

Because
She loves pain
And
Pain loves her back
Abbi Nov 2014
Balloons

Love is like a balloon
You love it
You love to play with it
Look at it

But when it pops
It's different
It's gone
It startles you
  Nov 2014 Abbi
Rock n Roll Poet
My soul is not tortured like the skin of a man alone in the searing heat of the dessert.
My mind does not crumble into the rubble of a post war city.
My body does not shake it's self into a shaken, splattered, spineless sorbet.
I am happy, not like a bird in spring but happy as I can be.
My mind is composed, not like a master archer but composed all the same.
My angst is not kept in a box of self disbelief wrapped in a ribbon of doubt and despair.
I am, me, happy to be me. I have my issues which occasionally need tissues but nonetheless and nevertheless and nonethemore and alwaysthemost I am happy
  Nov 2014 Abbi
Rockie
Some people are pretty
Some people like to rave
Some people aren't pretty
Some like to stay behind
Some people don't like others
Some people like lots of attention
But me?
I like the company
Of
Books,
Music,
Chocolate and Ice-cream,
The far distance memory
Of games
To play
And friends to find
And memories to part with
Some I like to cherish
Some I keep in a frame
Some I'll eventually forget
But some?
I'll hold close to my warm, beating heart
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