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 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
Ophelia
I used to love thunder
It made me feel small
Insignificant
But now it only reminds me
That I am insignificant
To you
Your smile is like the sunrise.
Gradually, you light up the world;
the luminescence is taken away
all the same.
Even when you're not bright as day,
your spellbinding light shines through.
An infinate glow radiates around you.
I lie awake at night
Wondering what could be
Terror of the great unknown
Without you is there still me
Tossing back and forth
An everlasting restless
What if I can never sleep
                                                                 Is this how crazy feels
I can sense the anxiety
Rippling from within
Control has lost its meaning
My heart rate escalates
Blurred vision and shaking
Are all I know that’s true
Dizziness then takes over
As my head pounds in tune
Laying here drunk with fear
As my world fades away
I am frozen in place
Am I breathing
Am I living
Is this *real
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
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Autumn
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
A
I can't wait for
hot cocoa and
long sleeves.

For jumping
in piles
of fallen leaves.

For friday night
football and
warm bonfires

For staying up late
and never getting tired

For stargazing
in the crisp
autumn air

For keeping my
ears warm
with my hair.

I can't wait
for things
to get better.
i was told to write a happy poem
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
L
Do you ever question why you are still alive?

*Stop.
...You'll forget to live.

**
Leigh
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
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10w
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
L
10w
I am slowly (but surely)
   stumbling
      crashing
         falling
            for you...
 Sep 2014 Abigail Marie
M
a house is not a home until
it has been kissed in
a single secret has been kept inside of it
a dreamcatcher hangs in a room
the porch furniture is creative
the couch feels and looks worn down
it smells like it has been returned to from the wilderness
it has been written in
a dog has lived in it
someone has slept naked there
a large group of people has stayed awake far too late
to wake up far too groggy
and most important of all, someone has fallen in love
in between the walls and themselves.
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
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