Abigail Del Fierro

Abigail Del Fierro Jul 2018

Unsure of
Possessions of the future
And my path

This vast world;
Trying to find the meaning
Lost in space.

With my youth,
I marvel those with success;
Wasting time.

Fathom me?
Feel my uncertainty vibe?
My soul cries.

Help me see,
Far future be easy reach,
Foresee wins

Head shaking,
Fists fly with all this raging.
I'm praying.

Each stanza has 13 syllables (3 syllables on the first and third line then 7 syllables on the second line)

Just trying something new.

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2018

Baby

These visions are
haunting me

So hear me
I beseech you

Set me free

Please,
Get out of my head
Get out of my mind
Get out of my dreams

You leave me in pieces

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2018

Adventure Time

I install myself in between the cushioned seats
Absorbed by the spectacle: a smile splashed across your face as you emerge from the door and through the corridors
Towards me.

The stress that once loomed over me like clouds
Sailed south as you entered right into my periphery
Like how the magnatic mountains stole my breathing capabilities
So did you in a second

I want you to experience the beauty of what is to come
You say loftily,
Inscrutably.
And we traveresed the living room
Out the door
Over the cobblestones
OnTo the stooping hills

Suddenly
We were enshrouded in the mysterious white mist
With white capped waves crashing nearby
Enjoying the serene peace and quiet.
It seemed a little too good to be true.

Showing off that smug look
You quickly fill the empty spaces betwixt my fingers
With a thrill coursing in your blood into mines.
And there we were floating to the top of the world.
Unstoppable.
Immortal.
Untouchable.

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2018

That they do.

Feelings come and go
That they do

Dressed up
Knocking at your door
Staying over
To wade in your consciousness
Then leaving
Like an after taste

Painful but pleasurable
tingles
Tantalizing and yet
So mesmerizing
In that black and white
Retrospect

Sighs escape those lips
Born from concentrated frustrations emanating from the chest cavity
Composed by the memories being overplayed to exhaustion in that movie house skull
Prisoner of the past
Fighter of if its tight grasp
Only to fall because to her

Feelings come and go
That they do

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2018

Red Delicious

The forbidden fruit
Only the courageous will take with a handful
And questions - a mouth full

The wisest man of all Athens once said
Wisest is she who knows she does not know

Every notion of knowledge we believe we have are as faint as the sweet smell of sugar cookies freshly baked a half-mile away
Allow that idea to cloak your senses
Succumb
And wake up that curious child inside that was neglected by the years that aged the body

We were not meant to live idly
No, no one was meant to wake up to be mediocre
To do so is as if one were to gouge their eyes out, like Oedipus, is no different than to gaze at life without an ounce of wonder

Infinitesimal this world is
Aware we know a fractional
Is a insatiable enlightenment
To the apples of knowledge

What about them apples?

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2018

Dancing on my own

One glance

It was enough to confirm theres no chance.

One glance

I knew this was going to be the last dance.

One glance

That dream I once knew was in the rear view distance.

One last glance

Good bye.

Abigail Del Fierro Jun 2017

Face to Face

A series of pure accidents arriving with an extraordinary innocence.
An undeniable force.
A feeling of defiance and reluctance to this conclusion.

Vis-a-vis

Stuck in a gentle gray haze of fatigue.
Illusions communing self to the self of the other.
Nothing else mattered.

Vis-a-vis

The road of amusement curtailed.
Reaching the final turn.
Just one more kiss.

Vis-a-vis

Goodbye.