Abbey Rigney Poems
|2.||Here You Are, There You Go||2/8/2009|
|4.||As I Grow Old||10/12/2009|
|5.||Reality Is Scary||11/20/2009|
|8.||I'M 18 Now||9/29/2010|
|9.||Best Friend V. Boyfriend||10/8/2010|
|10.||Love Is Truly Present||11/15/2010|
|11.||Let Yourself Go||12/11/2010|
|16.||He Never Knew||1/28/2008|
|18.||It Will Be Alright||5/30/2008|
|19.||When Opposites Are The Same||8/16/2008|
|20.||Parents Lost At Sea||9/25/2008|
|21.||Life Is Real||9/29/2010|
|22.||My Story, My Journal, My Life||9/29/2008|
|23.||Toys In The Attic||10/28/2008|
My Story, My Journal, My Life
The instructor said,
go home and write
a page tonight
and let that page come out of you,
then it will be true.
Skittle colored nail polish is chipping away.
High hopes for an orchestra,
one that plays a beautiful poem,
with each tap on the dusty keys.
The word normal doesnt exist in my mind
as I search for a word to describe myself.
I'm funny: laughter is the ultimate cure.
I'm honest: an act most difficult to prove.
I can look at things and not see them
I can listen to things and not hear them
I can search for love, and never ...
Parents Lost At Sea
I can’t believe I trusted you two
when you said everything was good.
I should have tried to stop this.
I should have done all that I could.
I know you loved each other once.
Like the day you both got married.
I guess those times had went too fast.
Since now your love is buried.