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Abigail Kruke Jan 2015
loathing shapes swirl
inside this
an almost haven
two bodies
pressed onto white walls
glancing into
heartfelt eyes
But never seeing beyond.
hiding behind bright screens
fighting to keep the words in before they reach out
Abigail Kruke Jan 2015
beating hearts that form today,
above the clouding of morning rays  
Fill city streets of wishing full,
expand the cores to every role.
the bringer of light with reader's notions,
forms his thoughts through written emotions.
in the future amidst on horizons bare,
pray light and dark be constant and fair.
love, city, nature, emotions, hurt, keeping, heart, rushing
Abigail Kruke Jan 2015
Possible endless cities sleep,
while their
keepers keeping, forever seeking.
Seaking, slumber - plundering out and under
forever saving shooting stars.
Saving them for lovers arms.
Arms to hold and arms to save
arms to push for better days.
So while endless cities slumber on
keepers, keeping as their time goes on.
Abigail Kruke Dec 2014
This morning, I sat in the car,
and watched snowflakes race each other down the window pane.
Each one flowing down a set path,
already marked for them by another.
And when they go to the end,
they collided with one another,
piled up
like cars on a highway.
And I noticed one,
who, tried to get away from it’s path, already set,
and it tried and tried against the cool grey sky,
but it couldn't,
and as the sun kicked through clouds.
The snowflake,
it too crashed into the others, trapped, at the bottom of the window pane.
And I watched as, more and more joined them there.
Forgetting for a moment
That, I was human..
As I watched them in their set paths,
doomed.  
until the sun
melted
them
away...
Abigail Kruke Dec 2014
the clowns across the street won’t talk anymore,
i want to be the cold,
the birds can’t sing with tongues on the ground,
*tracing your body,
shaking your bones.
Abigail Kruke Dec 2014
I don’t know,
what you and the rain have in common,
but I am thinking about
how blue your eyes are
and the way you say
“I love you”

Still, I don’t know,
what you and the rain have in common,
but I think I could sleep better
if I was in your arms.

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