Posts made by Abby.83

@willoww I'm just saying we all show appreciation in different ways.

@willoww nope!

@boots22 nah! He's perfect! 👑

Haha Haha! Touchè!

Ok can I just take a minute to appreciate my amazing boyfriend? Like damn! He is so incredible! Like he is so handsome, and hot! He says the sweetest things all the time! And he sends song lyrics to describe his feelings, its so cute! And he fine as hell! Like gah what did I ever do to deserve him. Mmm he is the fucking best! I love you baby! 👑💓😍

That's awesome Rag see I told ya I can't yeah ya!🙌🏻👏🏻

NOO I THOUGHT YOU WAS A HOT GRILL😂😂😂
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@boots22 thanks Handsomeeee

@boots22 😂 Okay boots

@us-poet thank you it means a lot!

•WARNING DEEP AND EMOTIONAL! THIS IS A PAST EVENT THAT I HAVE WROTE ABOUT BEFORE BUT NOT ON HERE! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
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As I lay awake looking at the ceiling, only visible due to the fluorescent moon light, I let my mind wonder into the deepest, darkest parts that usually remain untouched. I begin to look out the window, that stands positioned beside my bed, and imagine what it would be like to be on somebody else's mind. I try to imagine someone actually considering me in their thoughts. I feel a rush of sadness wash over my tired body. I close my eyes and submit to my brain. The first thing it begins to do is remember those famous, 'what if' questions. I suddenly feel a warm wet dear from run down the side of my face. The tear was so small but it seemed to almost burn it's markings across my skin. Feeling the warmth of my bed almost swallowing me whole, I decide to stay where I am st the moment. I willingly let it drip to reach the cover of my cloud like pillow beside my head. I open my eyes only to find my vision blurred with tears like the first one that called down my pale face. I slightly move upright into a sitting, criss cross, position on my bed and I rub my fingers through my here just gently scratching my scalp.Why won't it stop? I ask myself silently. I carefully move the covers and get out of my bed. Cautious not to make a sound, I walk to my mirror af the front of my room. I stare at this person who I do not know that I call my reflection. I sit there pondering about more questions such as: why can I be pretty?, or the classical one, why should I be here? Oh those famous words... I bite my lip as I attempt to hold in my cries for help or acceptance from myself. I seem to be trapped inside my own mind. A labyrinth that I must figure out. I stare into my own broken eyes emotionlessly. what are you waiting for? I glance down at my feet and noticed my night shirt soaked and my face burning from the trails my heavy tears left. I imagine my mother. I imagine how strong and independent she is. And for a split second I smile. Until a more deadly wave of pain hits me. All I can think are these words. Im nothing like her... I crawl back helplessly into my bed and picture myself as being what everyone wants me to be ,and for a moment once more, I smile. Next thing I know it was morning and I had to get ready for another restless day. Having to force a smile to prove that I am stronger when I am really broken on the inside.

Moral of the story. Behind every beautiful smile, is a beautifully broken story...

I WARNED YOUUU(don't worry I'm alright this is past difficulties)

@ragnar your writing skills are already to good

@us-poet corrected!

@us-poet thank you!😁

As the clock ticks by, I can not help but to consider all of my previous emotions throughout my life.
As the clock ticks by, I begin to understand why my mother tried to raise me to be an independent young woman who does not focus on emotions.
As the clock ticks by, I watch the arms move so effortlessly without considering anything as an obstacle.
As the clock ticks by, I understand that the gentle arms could be considered or represented as multiple things.
As the clock ticks by, the first thing that appears in my mind is the arms representing something as simple as the structure of society.
As the clock ticks by, the arms moving carelessly, not minding any situation or problems around it.
As the clock ticks by, moving in such formation. I reconsider a different comparison; a comparison unlike the first one I imagine in my head with my emotions.
As the clock ticks by, slowly but steadily, my mind begins to wrap itself around the thought of the clocks motions representing what my goals should be like.
As the clock ticks by, the clock does not show one event of error as it continues its routine.
As the clock ticks by, the steady pace is untouched and is so strong but only focused of doing it's job in giving the time.
As the clock ticks by, I realize that my emotions are only controlled by myself as the movements of the arms are only controlled by the clock.
As the clock ticks by, I push away the past hours and look into the future minutes.
As the clock ticks by, I begin to steady my pace towards positivity as the clock moves steadily towards the next minute.
As the clock ticks by, realization comes passing through my mind. A realization that our society is moving too rapidly to stay fixated on the past.
As the clock ticks by, I realize I have become a stronger person just by considering that a simple clock has more meaning then to just tell the time.
As the clock ticks by, I comprehend completely that you can never go anywhere from looking to the past.

~First poem /).(\

@boots22 it was good writing boots👑

AWEEE🖤🖤👑

@us-poet most recent? Well I mean my brother ate the last of my chips so I mean... pretty upset about that tbh...😂

Hooman kind sometimes.

Nicely said