abe - Hello Poetry

abe Aug 2018

i felt uninspired
had "nothing" to write about
forgot about the beauty of the moon
how the birds make me swoon
and the trees whisper to me at night
while i'm trying to fight
the demons inside
all this aside
i'm still alive
but i can't believe
i forgot about the crash of the ocean
and now it all feels like slow motion

•abe

abe Aug 2018

paper

i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old

i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled

i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me

i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you

abe Aug 2018

i ' m s i c k

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        n   v   r
           e   e


               f   e   i   g
                 e   l   n

                        g   o
                          o d


                                  e   o   g
                                     n   u   h.

                                                       •a    e
                                                              b

i'm falling and no one can stop me from hitting the ground

abe Aug 2018

how long has it been since i've been me?

today i looked in the mirror and this is what i saw. ***** clothes, messy hair, bruised lips, black smeared eyes that look like they've cried, but worst of all was the look of defeat on my face. i couldn't even recognize myself. when did this happen and how long has it been since i've been me? where did i and the time go? i don't think i'll ever know. how can it be that i've become what i previously despised? and these eyes have become lies and everythingisspinningmakeitstop.
please.

•abe

abe Aug 2018

:):

some days i'm drowning in myself
frantic and gasping for air
other days
i rise to the surface
bubbling and bursting with joy

you choose.

abe Aug 2018

i've seen you

in the wee hours of night
i've seen you
dancing with the stars
playing tag with the moon
juggling neptune and mars
making the comets swoon
really, you are quite the sight
in the wee hours of night

abe Aug 2018

this is how you left me

i'm standing outside your window
drenched in rain
and dressed in pain

•abe

am writing a longer version of this poem but i liked this little bit quite a lot.