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it was fun

It was fun while it lasted -
the steam of hot chocolate and the
snow down my back
As my glasses clear and the snow turns to sweat,
I can see winter wonderlands
are only picture perfect from the window

it was f... | winter | amygabb

anywhere else

After 10 months of winter
the melt is almost done
and I nod my approval at the receding hairline
of snow in my patio chair
with my shorts and sandals
I dug out of hibernation (more)

sore throat

I'm lying in bed
woken by the sore throat that
is characteristic of crying yourself to sleep
it's hard to soothe a throat like that
no tea and honey will do
or lozenges relieve (more)

amygabb | sore thr...

sleep tight

I am wrapped up tight in sweet dreams
that keep me warm under the night sky
and the crickets chip to
find their soul mate
but I have mine lying beside me

sleep ti... | night | amygabb

flying dream

Some people are scared
of heights or spiders

I was never afraid
it was the twisted reality that
caused my cold sweats (more)

flying d... | poem | falling

perhaps you can

I am allowing that
tiny bit of hope to
fix its roots in my stomach
and tell myself that
perhaps you can love me
even though you are perfect (more)

poem | perhaps ...

in hot oil

you fry my dreams
in hot oil
laughing as they snap and pop
fishing them out of your pot
too late for me to salvage them
sprinkling them with salt (more)

in hot o... | poem | poetry

get over it

Snake Oil

I’m being bruised from the inside
you served me poison and
I cleaned my plate
chewed with my mouth closed (more)

get over... | poem

shattered crystal

I've finally pried open my eyes
and see what you do
it's funny how perspective means everything
especially living inside an amulet
now you can hear without my shouting
and can see without squinting (more)

shattere... | poem | poetry

sway

The wind blows through me
and I start to wonder if I'm
really here at all
and if I could melt into the
wheat field like butter (more)

poetry | sway | wheat fi...

with little notice

I'm always getting into trouble
when I have little notice
but spontaneity is the spice of life
or something like that

I like to think that ginger (more)

amygabb | poetry | with lit...

imbued

Don't stare too long
or they might whisper
and once the seed is planted
it will reach for the sun

sometimes words aren't enough (more)

imbued | poetry | poem

argue over it

You know,
I can hear you.
I can definitely hear you.
even from downstairs I can hear you.
you may want to consider that the next time you
argue over it (more)

argue ov... | poetry | amygabb

I've got nothing

I've got nothing left to give
to those who use me
and leave me
to suffocate in my cocoon

I've got nothing left to say (more)

I've got... | poem | poetry

the joke

Why not? they ask me
and I mutter something average.
but I am really afraid
for what comes after the plunge
that you may say, No,
the looks, the words, the kindness (more)

the joke | poem | poetry

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