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Abby O'Hara Apr 2017
I'm out of words
I've said all I can
I've expressed how I feel
There's nothing left to do
I'm stuck in a place I don't want to be
I am
angry
scared
tired
frustrated
But most of all
I'm alone
Abby O'Hara Mar 2016
Exciting
Fear filling
Thrilling
Daunting
Am I ready?
Will I make it through?

Prepared
Disorganized
Procrastinator
Planner
What type of person will I be?
I haven’t quite yet decided
Guess I’ll find out
When August comes around
The first assignment is given
Will I turn it in on time?
Is it A worthy?

Shy
Outgoing
Partier
Boring
Will they like me?
Will I be shunned?
Time to try something new
Change it up
Is it worth it?

Exciting
Fear filling
Thrilling
Daunting
I think I’m ready
Is August here yet?
Abby O'Hara Mar 2016
I know I shouldn’t say this
But, I feel I really need to
This is my ode to you.
I bet this is a little awkward,
Hope I’m not being too forward,
But this is my ode to you

I love the way you laugh,
Smile,
And speak your mind.
And I guess what I want to say is,
I’m still in love with you

I know you probably want to leave now
I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,
But please stay and listen a little longer,
Because I really need you
In my life.

I love the way you laugh,
Smile,
And speak your mind.
And I guess what I want to say is,
I’m still in love with you

I’m still in love with you.
Abby O'Hara Feb 2016
I waited until I gave you my heart and once I gave it to you, you had it forever.  I wish I regretted giving you my heart.  I wish I wanted it back...To give to someone worthwhile...Here I sit, crouched over, hands cupped around my heart. Hair in my face as I look to you with my pleading eyes. Please take it...It's all I have to give.
Abby O'Hara Jan 2016
Windows down,
The wind pumps through my car.
It dishevels the already mess of papers that cover the floor.
Forcing the wisps of my hair to cling to my scalp and whip against my face,
They seem to struggle to stay connected.
The noise of the wind is drowned out by music,
But I know it’s there as it courses through my veins.
The wind blows the thoughts from my mind,
They escape out the open windows,
And circle the earth in every pathway imaginable.
But when the windows clang shut,
The thoughts swarm back to my brain,
They slam into my head bouncing inside my skull waiting for freedom again.


Music up,
Pumping so loudly there’s no way for me to hear my thoughts,
Trying to invest myself in the words, I attach to them.
My ear drums, grasping, clutching, and holding onto every word that’s sung.
The louder the music, the more I can drown out the world around me.
The never ending two seconds between each song,
Make my mind remember all my thoughts.
I want to scream and make them go away,
Bring the music back I plead, let my thoughts scatter.

Like a legion gas molecules,
My thoughts can’t be contained.
They bounce in whatever container they’re in,
Stretching out as far as they can go,
They fight to escape and reenter my mind at their free will.
I’ve lost control and the riot of my mind has begun.
I must succumb to the power of my thoughts.

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