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Little Bird Asked Me WhyLittle bird alighted
On a branch
And asked me why
I cry at night.

Little bird sang
Just for me
And ask me why
I wonder so much.

Little bird stretched
Her silken wings
And asked me why
I cannot love anymore.

Little bird flew
Went far away
And I asked myself why
I regret it so much.

Blank PagesThose blank pages,
White-faced, unlined,
Eyes shut and concealed,
Moths eating empty shadows.

They are pale blue,
Dusty like the isolated winter,
Purple irises wilting in the sun,
Listless greens and mauves.

Broken bottles of Merlot,
Shards of glass covering the floor,
Blood red seeping into the boards,
Staining forever the sepia family portrait.

Mirrors, splintered,
Silk cords, painted black and torn to shreds,
The awakening of the demon,
Gnarled fingers of hatred and spite.

They force their tears,
Their fatefully erupting lamentations,
Grieving over the open casket,
White roses blooming without a soul.

Letters to ButterfliesMy dear, winged and crowned,
Draped in your threads of dew,
Eyelashes of golden pollen dust,
Wings, folder for prayer.

Fly to my forbidden name,
The soft harmony in every letter,
The gentle curls written in cursive,
The hidden message within.

I remember those summer days,
Alighting on falling rose petals,
Drifting in the gentle breeze,
The unrelenting current.

There were times we whispered,
Long stories told in myth,
Lavender blossoms,
The white roses left to thrive.

My dear, departing my palm,
Cupped, memories of flight,
Written onto my life line,
Floating away on newly opened wings.

Paying the DebtHer face was veiled by the black,
A thin scarf, the shroud of the evening,
Lips as red as sin
Artificial like the poison she wielded
Or the tiny bullets that pierce the night.

Eyes pitch black,
Like a doll, lifeless,
Stolen colors that will never return,
Reruns of movies made before my lifetime
All in black and white.

I must pay the debt
For the sins my mother and father committed,
My father in his suit
And heavy cigars
Flickering, so deadly.

And my mother
Thin and elusive,
Ivory skin against the noir of her dress,
The glistening curls that frame her face
A woman, posing.

Those were the ages
They have long forgotten
Fine

AliceAlice, the girl in white roses,
Pulling her hair aside,
Grosgrain bows she wears,
Standing by the misty coast.

Laid to rest in a bed of flowers,
Told to sleep well,
Caressed by the tears of those she loved,
You must go alone.

There is a path in the woods,
A silent lake on the way,
Butterflies like a rainbow,
Whispering their good byes.

Little birds, feathers of silver,
Sing their sweet lamentations,
Walking alone in the waking dark,
Flying towards a distant light.

She is still there,
Alice, the girl in white roses,
Holding hands with her true love,
For one last time.

The ArtistThere is a crack in the door,
A fissure in the musty wall,
A break in the monotonous white.

The eyes of the night stare in,
Dilated pupils stretched into slits,
Looking for a soul to collect.

I am the artist,
A tangle of hair tied into a knot,
Bent over an old desk.

There is a light in the corner,
A broken spectrum,
Blanketed by matted spider webs.

They watch me as my hand moves,
Painting the world in word,
Cracked lips deprived of moisture.

My eyes have become the night,
Opening and closing to the world,
Only seeing a story.

It is unfolding,
Building like the new highway upstate,
Unfurling like a new blossom.

I am learni

Step DancerShe moves to the music,
A silent ballet in the countryside,
A hush of flute music and violin,
Feathered motions to the rhythm,
An honored silhouette of the ages.

Quiet and calm and beautifully orchestrated,
White as the freshly fallen snow,
New as the rain rushing to the ocean,
A sea breeze returning home,
A flower blossom drifting in found water.

There is unity in silence,
A call to the maidens of the past,
The healing of brokenness and scars,
A whisper of the ancient lands,
A note rising on the wing.

She is joined by many,
Those with clasped hands,
Rising in accord to her own song,
Stepping lightly on the cobblestone,
A b

Colorless BrideEverything became Vintage to you,
The lace on your dress,
The copper key on a cord around your neck,
The journal you kept so close to your heart.

And on that brisk autumn night when you said "I do,"
He became Vintage too
And everything around you was stained sepia tone,
Even the red roses succumbed to the dullness.

You were always a dreamer,
But something kept you from spreading your gossamer wings,
A velvet cord wrapped around your right forearm,
A soft-spoken henna tattoo on your palm.

The wedding dress was soft and lace,
One your mother had worn before you,
When this day was but a far-off thought,
A singular feather of down

Daily Deviation, Daily Lit Deviation

Starting Over, Growing UpI was sick of the pink,
It was on every wall,
And every accent color
Was more pink.

I wanted white
A clean slate
The color of a new life
A new beginning

I asked you to help
We wore old jeans
Ripped band shirts
Nothing we minded ruining.

Me, being cautious,
I let you go on the ladder
And rip down the lights
A pink chandelier

We stripped the walls
And brushed over them
Using a massive paint roller
We turned the walls white.

I threw out the pink bedspread,
Tore up the pink carpet,
Ripped down the pink blinds
And pink valences.

Three weeks later
We sat back to back
In my new room
All white.

This was a beginning
The st
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Song Prompts
Give me a link to a youtube video of your favorite song and I will write a poem about the emotions it makes me feel. For example: [link] this poem entitled Paying the Debt was written while listening to Obsession 2.0 by Collide.

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Give me a word, I give you a poem! (You can also give me a phrase.) One place where I used this technique was in this poem here: [link] where my phrase was Colorless Bride.

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If you can link me to a photo you like or one you took, I will use it as my inspiration! An example being: [link] where I was looking at Rorschach Ink Blots.

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I collect old books and I read more than I'd like to admit. I enjoy reading written dialogue more than actual social interactions...because I'm just that awkward, haha. No, actually I really am the most awkward person you will probably ever meet.

My favorite book is The Great Gatsby followed closely by To Kill a Mockingbird. I love classic literature and am trying to read as much of it as humanly possible. My hero is William Shakespeare and I possess an 1877 edition of As You Like It. The book I have most recently fallen in love with is The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. I also adore Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.

I am always open to book suggestions! Feel free to shout me a few!

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ABOUT

~~~Hi my name is Abigail and I love Jack Steadman more than you. But I'm actually married to that smexy ginger Alex Trimble. I really like sloths, I want to BE a sloth. Also cats and owls and hedgehogs. Sometimes I sleep or eat food and I guess I write a little bit too but mostly I listen to music and cry about band members I’ve never met.~~~

I love the following bands in alphabetical order (top 5 bolded):

Arcade Fire, Bad Veins, Band of Horses, Beach House, Blackbird Blackbird, Blur, Bombay Bicycle Club, Bon Iver, Broken Bells, Craft Spells, Crystal Castles, Death Cab for Cutie, Ed Sheeran, Fionn Regan, Fleet Foxes, Fossil Collective, Foster the People, Gorillaz, Greylag, Kowalski, Little Dragon, M83, Melody Sheep: Symphony of Science, Melpo Mene, Metronomy, MGMT, MillionYoung, Monster Rally, Neon Indian, Nightbox, Oh No! Yoko, Pepper Rabbit, Phoenix, Pogo, Reptar, Said the Whale, Sleepthief, The Shins, The Strokes, Tokyo Police Club, Two Door Cinema Club, Vampire Weekend, Wolf Parade.

I read a lot of classic literature, watch a lot of anime, and listen to other weird music. I also stay pretty up to date on photography and art. My favorite photographer is Leo Berne and my favorite artist is Katie Scott.

The Fictional Part of Existence

The Fictional Part of Existence
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I paint myself in volumes
And bind back the tendrils
Of meadow sweet
And summer orange.

And every breath
Is the poetry of your addiction
And the fleeting touch
Of illuminated letters.

The fictional part of existence
Is drenched in the sad sound
Of your footprints in the marsh
And the silver full moon.

And every spun thread
By spiders in the morning
Catches the dew
And drapes the faults.

Pages strewn
With the ink of ages
Sit peacefully by the riverbank
Returning to silt.

Stamps I Didn't Make that Describe Me.

Favorite Quotes

"If I could tell you word by word, gradually you'd take it from me." - Jack Steadman, Word by Word

"Ocean blue, what have I done to you? Cut so deep, yet growing through and through." - Alex Trimble, Sun

"I saw that day, lost my mind. Lord, I'm fine, maybe in time, you'll want to be mine. - Gorillaz, El Manana

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” - Scott F. Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.” - John Greene, Looking for Alaska

"Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They just have to be creative." - Sam Shakusky, Moonrise Kingdom

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Hey guys! Have a tumblr account? Because you can find me on tumblr as well! My tumblr account name is thoughimfaraway! My blog doesn't really have a theme but I love nice photography, anything vintage, and everything having to do with my favorite bands. I always follow back!
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You can also follow the link on the icon above to my other account where I never post anything so you probably shouldn't waste your time.

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~MaxwellSmaart: No. 6 stamp... That must imply.. You're a No.6 fan! That anime was so good. ;~;
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