Submissions by Abigail1980
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Some of my work is dark, some of it is angry, sad, Some of it is about fucking, and even a few words about god
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2015 11:19am
17th Jul 2015 11:19am
A Letter To The Best Friend I Never Had
Hello, my old friend.
It's been far too long since I
last saw you or had any real
evidence that you were still alive and well.
I've had to make do with vague rumor
and hearsay.
How have you been since the last time
we spoke?
I've been sitting here in the same
place I was in when you abruptly
got up and walked out there door
after deciding you couldn't take the excitement
going on all around us.
Boy oh boy,
you hadn't seen nothing.
The gays finally won the right to
marry rather than having to settle with ...
It's been far too long since I
last saw you or had any real
evidence that you were still alive and well.
I've had to make do with vague rumor
and hearsay.
How have you been since the last time
we spoke?
I've been sitting here in the same
place I was in when you abruptly
got up and walked out there door
after deciding you couldn't take the excitement
going on all around us.
Boy oh boy,
you hadn't seen nothing.
The gays finally won the right to
marry rather than having to settle with ...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 10:21pm
6th Jul 2015 10:21pm
The Introspective Process Of Coping With The Natural Disaster Of Honest Feelings
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2015 3:41pm
23rd Jun 2015 3:41pm
Flower Child Of The End Times
I’d love to walk out into the
middle of nowhere with nothing but a
joint in my hand and the music in my head,
love to be able to see the
stars by the millions again,
get lost in thoughts on god and
the world she gave birth to.
I’d love to be able to say
fuck it and mean it.
Don’t wanna give a shit.
Don’t wanna think anymore.
Don’t wanna hurt anymore.
Don’t want to struggle just to survive.
I wanna heal on some forgotten island
in some forgotten sea where nobody knows my name.
Some place where war and hatred are ...
middle of nowhere with nothing but a
joint in my hand and the music in my head,
love to be able to see the
stars by the millions again,
get lost in thoughts on god and
the world she gave birth to.
I’d love to be able to say
fuck it and mean it.
Don’t wanna give a shit.
Don’t wanna think anymore.
Don’t wanna hurt anymore.
Don’t want to struggle just to survive.
I wanna heal on some forgotten island
in some forgotten sea where nobody knows my name.
Some place where war and hatred are ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 9:21pm
21st Jun 2015 9:21pm
Equality
Equality in America is a bloody subject
if you are not a rich-white-heterosexual male.
People have had their heads bashed in
by the police,
had the dogs sicked on them,
blood has been shed as people sang
their songs of freedom during marches and protests.
It has never been won by sitting
on your ass bitching about how you’re
being treated unfairly.
You want equal pay?
You want the freedom to choose?
You want your marriage to be valid
and safe from legislation by “Jesus Freaks” in power?
This country doesn’t give a shit about ...
if you are not a rich-white-heterosexual male.
People have had their heads bashed in
by the police,
had the dogs sicked on them,
blood has been shed as people sang
their songs of freedom during marches and protests.
It has never been won by sitting
on your ass bitching about how you’re
being treated unfairly.
You want equal pay?
You want the freedom to choose?
You want your marriage to be valid
and safe from legislation by “Jesus Freaks” in power?
This country doesn’t give a shit about ...
716 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 6:03am
17th Jun 2015 6:03am
She With The Fire Red Hair
Brunettes are the best but her red
hair sets the night of my mind
ablaze and sets in motion rioting in
my thoughts for the natives are restless
to think of holding her in my arms,
so close I can smell her,
kissing her warm skin,
listening to her breathing as she sleeps
cause I was the first to wake up.
The thought of her makes me ache to
kiss her sweat damp neck,
her thighs, telling her she's beautiful even
though she thinks it's a lie.
Makes me dizzy.
Leaves me heart sick and wanting more.
So I smoke cigarettes while...
hair sets the night of my mind
ablaze and sets in motion rioting in
my thoughts for the natives are restless
to think of holding her in my arms,
so close I can smell her,
kissing her warm skin,
listening to her breathing as she sleeps
cause I was the first to wake up.
The thought of her makes me ache to
kiss her sweat damp neck,
her thighs, telling her she's beautiful even
though she thinks it's a lie.
Makes me dizzy.
Leaves me heart sick and wanting more.
So I smoke cigarettes while...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 5:38am
17th Jun 2015 5:38am
Contentment
I live simply these days in the
quiet calm of summer.
Got my god and my books of poetry
and my memories to keep me satisfied
in this solitude I've chosen.
It all got so complicated out in
the world of man.
I had to walk away from the
only life I've ever known out of
a sense of self preservation.
It turns out that, in the end,
this is who I am.
quiet calm of summer.
Got my god and my books of poetry
and my memories to keep me satisfied
in this solitude I've chosen.
It all got so complicated out in
the world of man.
I had to walk away from the
only life I've ever known out of
a sense of self preservation.
It turns out that, in the end,
this is who I am.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Jun 2015 10:02pm
15th Jun 2015 10:02pm
True Love At The End Of The World
I’m sitting here in this room again, staring at the off white colored walls of a place that has come to mean my safety in this god forsaken world, and waiting for it all to come crashing in around me. The motel paintings of desert scenes, cheap furniture that a twin in every room, the sheets on the bed, it all began to feel like home to me. So odd. I thought I was actually going to make it this time, actually going to shed the feelings of failure that have plagued my entire life, but those assholes fired me and ten other people a week ago, and now I’m here in this room again. Don’t want to go...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Jun 2015 10:00pm
15th Jun 2015 10:00pm
America Loves A Train Wreck
I once had two friends who fucked. America loves a train wreck and those two fucking was the biggest train wreck I'd ever heard of. She was far too insecure to tell him what she needed there fore he sucked at the deed in every conceivable way. He had seen too much porn and figured that all women liked a shot of hot sticky cum in the face. It was a disaster of biblical proportions. But instead of just simply walking away, each taking away from the experience what they needed to,they dug in their heals and stayed together for a few years, each of them exacting a slow and agonizing revenge on...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 5:24am
13th Jun 2015 5:24am
American Progress In Action
We want change as long as everything remains the same.
We want to be able to return to 1950’s values and call it progress.
We want freedom for all so long as we can discriminate
against people who make us uncomfortable. (1950’s values)
This is a joke right?
This-can’t-be-real!
We want to be able to return to 1950’s values and call it progress.
We want freedom for all so long as we can discriminate
against people who make us uncomfortable. (1950’s values)
This is a joke right?
This-can’t-be-real!
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 5:22am
13th Jun 2015 5:22am
The Morning After
Woke up the next morning with the
sun coming through the blinds in it’s
bright and warm brilliance and I just
wanted to hide like Adam who was
full of shame after giving into temptation
and couldn’t face god.
Screaming pain in my head like someone
drove a spike through my brain and
the taste of stale cigarettes and beer
so heavy in my mouth that I
just wanna vomit.
I’m thinking shit like “This can’t be real!”
and “What has become of my life?”
I’m thinking of my father and his father
before him and the cycles of addiction. ...
sun coming through the blinds in it’s
bright and warm brilliance and I just
wanted to hide like Adam who was
full of shame after giving into temptation
and couldn’t face god.
Screaming pain in my head like someone
drove a spike through my brain and
the taste of stale cigarettes and beer
so heavy in my mouth that I
just wanna vomit.
I’m thinking shit like “This can’t be real!”
and “What has become of my life?”
I’m thinking of my father and his father
before him and the cycles of addiction. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 5:44am
6th Jun 2015 5:44am
Into The Night
How the night seems to drag on
When everything seems uncertain and your
Mind won’t stop bitching about failures
During the day-
Television seems so mindless and cigarettes
That are chain smoked out of boredom, beer so
Bitter sweet, and the sounds of the night time world
Filling my soul with rich good sadness-
Thoughts of her and god all cutting through the
Buzz I’ve been holding onto all night like some holy
Remnant of a life hardly lived-
I just need it to go dark for a time, try for nothingness,
And once I become nothing perhaps my...
When everything seems uncertain and your
Mind won’t stop bitching about failures
During the day-
Television seems so mindless and cigarettes
That are chain smoked out of boredom, beer so
Bitter sweet, and the sounds of the night time world
Filling my soul with rich good sadness-
Thoughts of her and god all cutting through the
Buzz I’ve been holding onto all night like some holy
Remnant of a life hardly lived-
I just need it to go dark for a time, try for nothingness,
And once I become nothing perhaps my...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 5:40am
6th Jun 2015 5:40am
Shaved Legs
Shaved my legs the other day
trying to be pretty.
Put my black skirt on trying to
look slutty.
Trying to be one of the girls
for a night.
Halloween is my excuse.
I can't take much more of this self abuse
and ridicule.
Decided to be myself with my black
lipstick on and my fishnets tight.
Combat boots with the steel toes
are my protection.
Mother fuck the shame for once,
this is how god made me.
Every pretty girl that walked my
way gave me an erection and
maybe my salvation could be a
lesbian love affair.
Only...
trying to be pretty.
Put my black skirt on trying to
look slutty.
Trying to be one of the girls
for a night.
Halloween is my excuse.
I can't take much more of this self abuse
and ridicule.
Decided to be myself with my black
lipstick on and my fishnets tight.
Combat boots with the steel toes
are my protection.
Mother fuck the shame for once,
this is how god made me.
Every pretty girl that walked my
way gave me an erection and
maybe my salvation could be a
lesbian love affair.
Only...
723 reads
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