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|
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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 ...
Toys In The Attic
When they brought it from the attic
It’s dust and dirt still shined
It’s sink, stove and toaster
all brought back a universe of memories.
I’d flip fake burgers and make coffee in the morning
Now my job has brought that dream into reality.
It seemed so much bigger back then,
but It was just me who was knee high to a grasshopper.
That was when my sister and I played together,