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Abigail Sherry Sep 2014
Red ruby droplets

shining in the sun

the only evidence left

that I have had my fun


The chase was the best part

the adrenaline a rush

I could hear the beat of your heart

as soon as I gave you a push


The screams, they shattered silence

the eerie way of night

they shattered glass

and gave some type of fright


Your body was a perfect specimen

just waiting for my hands

lying naked and unconscious

I thought of many plans


Though you fought against me

the straps, they did hold tight

as chunks of muscle and sinew

took flight
Abigail Sherry Sep 2014
I thought I was strong

that was till I met you

I was wrong

I knew I had been missing a piece

but I was thinking I was complete

You made me question myself

My heart hurt and yearned

that day I guess I learned

that I cant be strong alone

I need some help

and thats not bad

but you also taught me not to be dependent

because people aren’t always reliable

but you still made me feel stable

and my heart still hurts

but at least I have you

when it hurts the worst
Abigail Sherry Sep 2014
I’ve always been afraid

that if I were to be brave

and stand up for myself

I would end up falling

and be weaker than before


So I sit there and take it

all of the hate and hostility

my silence my battle cry

my tears my secret enemy


I’ve always been afraid

to feel anything but sadness

because happiness only ends in tears


So I sit there and take it

the hate I feel my sheild

the smile I wear my mask


I’ve always been afraid

to love myself

because I might let me down

and I cant have that


So I sit there and take it

the hate for myself an arrow to the chest

the sympathy of others a dagger to the back



I’ve always been afraid
poem
Abigail Sherry Sep 2013
walking home
all alone
dont't have time for you
like a bug
you walk all smug
I wish you would just shoo
Don't really care about your day
Just leave me alone, just go away
a nuisance is what you are
because of you I wish I had a car
I'm sick of you talkin
acting all slick what you do is harassment
honestly, you make me sick
I really dont want to share your bed with you
I have to get home, I have things to do
For me life is not all fun and games
Unlike you I care about my grades
So when I get off the bus to get home,
I 'm telling you don't bother me,
Just leave me alone
Abigail Sherry Feb 2013
I suddenly stumbled upon the thing
The thing that I aspire to be
Beautiful, Free, Brave
She stands tall with a confidence that rivals kings
She is able to do things that I only drream
She is fit, can run without losing breath
She can sing and she is proud of her talent, but I just shake my head and sigh,
That wonderful girl whom everyone loves cannot be I
I am socially awkward, she knows what she's doing.
I dream of being the lead in the play
But that's just it ,I dream,she does
I look in the mirror some days before school
And sometimes she looks back at me standing calm standing cool
people love her for her audacious nature
But I'm just weird, a nerd , a freak.
On those days that I see her in my mirror,
I feel as though I'm almost there, almost there
So close I can taste it
The glass that separates her and I is slowly diminishing
And I impatiently wait for the day that between us stands nothing
I suddenly stumbled upon the thing
The thing I aspire to be
Calm cool collected
Abigail Sherry Oct 2010
One day as I sit on my bed ,I hear what seems to be the pitter-patter of little feet. So,I look up from my book and notice something strange.
The doll, yes the doll, that sits on my beds face has just changed.
From its once cute smile to a hard stare with a grimace for added affect. I tell myself that its just a doll apiece of plastic couldn't move.
So I continue to read. Again i hear the sound though this time its getting closer. AT about this point i get up and call my cat inside. the moment i get back to my bed the whole doll is gone. I think it must've been the dog, so i sit down to read again. too bad for me i didn't seem to look on the celling. now you know why im dead.

- yours from the grave,

Anna-Bella
Abigail Sherry Oct 2010
Happy people, Happy people everywhere.
Always smiling never showing any other emotion.
Walking around with a never fading smile
allthe while, allthe while,
watching closely with or without malicious intent
Always looking happy and content.
Happy people, Happy people everywhere.
Dont these kinds of peopl just creep you out?
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