http://slow.writerscafe.org/Abbycadabby92 The original writings of author Abby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Stillness encumbered by fears still repeatingtrenches in their tired tread.I walked by the widower's house tonightThere was more on the treelawnThis time a crutch and a shower chairLast week-10 photo albums littered the yardWhat a howl of pain and grief that echoesPlacing sentiments and precious thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/2461966/ I wander in distant transience, walking by faith.My foot catches, stumbling over doubts.I think on devotion and faithfulness and wonder if there is any left in men.I want to be heavenly bound by pilgrim's hands and holy spirit.Depth and breadth of loneliness fills ducts and spills onto the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/2461886/ May I make mention of your lovingkindness when my head is feeling foggy and stale and I just ate everything in my kitchen?I will remember the three days I spent without sleepand the gentle voice you spoke to care for me.I will remember belting "My Favorite Things" for the Music Therapist.I will reme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/2460988/ There is power in the nameand a hope for my salvationthere is freedom from the chainsand the grip that tied me downThere is love unimaginable sewn with sweetnessthere is reward reaped every sundownthere is life giving gratitude for every blessingi am being made newmy anger was so proudi am learning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/2444790/ Stuck in the childlike mind, that my brain made me revert to in a space and place before tragedy. I stay and it is a circle with a point in the middle. I measure my circumference by safety and the outline by harsh criticism. I am only the child at the center of the circle. This is simple and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1949090/ First of the letters that I wrote to myself after I was released from the mental hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1949084/ Letters that I wrote to myself and to God after I was released from the mental hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1949083/ haiku 1typing all night longgod speaking into my earsave it as a draft..................................................................haiku 2lips frozen overblood cementing to the crackswhere’s chapstick when you need it?................................................................. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1125055/ your convictions leave your mind                   but stop at paperthe pen is mightier than the sword                  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1108678/ leave your flesh by the door and make yourself at homeforgive the mess, i haven’t cleaned in ages. just haven’t found the timeare you hungry or thirsty for anything? i, myself, could eat the pink elephant standing in the room, really just sink my t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1101683/ Untitled Snippet:emerald sea&fleece blanketsa comfortable world we construct with the same hands we holdthese sheets shelter us from the boring bleak lives we’ve turned our backs onand now we will live by the port with our friendswe’ll pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1098066/ he was a tough talkin, blue collar son of a b***h with a bassafter much correspondence we met in a closet face to facei’d cry into his sweaters and he’d cry into his micwe talked about most anything, so different, so alikehe was my first love, first f**k, rock&roll one time dealhe to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1091499/ there are bullets that punctuate each good intentionand whether you like it or not, love rebukes boundariesi am free, i am honest, i am good, i am evili am many, i am one, i am i am i am, no iambs herei violate, contaminate and emancipate myself into ashand if anyone asks, i'm a godmushroom tea pois.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1090632/ your eyesyour lipsyour tongueyour noseyour frecklesyour earsyour hair, every hairyour skinyour collar bonesyour hip bonesyour legsyour feetyour cockyour handsyour armsyour mindyour soulyour voiceyour thoughtsyour creationsyour passionmine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1082488/ window welcoming spring air into my houseclean laundry smelljefferson airplane's "today" playing on a tiny radioi am dancing on a white tiled floormy hair is longernatural lightingeuphoric feelingsand istep outside my front doorand everything is engulfed in fogthree shadowy figures come into viewand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1069846/ if the illness ever overtakes me, i want it to be known that the only thing i ever gave up on was life. in laws of nature i find comfort. in laws of man-only fear. i loved and lost like any other human, but unlike them, love was not a feeling or a concept. it was god and i was god because i cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1066334/ ....coexistence of heaven & hellbecause earth was never our home.my body is shutting downand i need your tuesday's 26th.a body of work inspired by meall of how i drove men mad.walking over bridges,i look down for a bull's eye.Why do your hands smell like c**t?.i read your poems andthey left me w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1058014/ This world is insane. I know, what a typical punk-rock notion.Everyday, the same thing, the same routine, the same job, the same spouse, the same toothpaste, & all expecting different results.How do we expect an entire planet to change when sometimes the only change we have is how many t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1057679/ october is your month & night time is reserved just for youmy long february scar purples when you're thinking of me and that's when I know that it'stime to dig out the old journals, the everything you touched, the 12 sided dye to castit is all coming back to me like it did the night before, this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1055674/ Hey, what can I say? I'm a water sign. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1052371/ the vacancy sign is hungand all guests staying here (in the confines of my mind)have the option (of maybe not a continental breakfast, but) to hold the reignsto take control when I happen to be away at lunch (which seems to be always lately)the guests I've invited myselfI've gathered them from my 2 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1050397/ between class:there are ten steps between each staircase and one person on either side of methere are four hundred and fifty calories in this snack and six grams of fatit has been 13 minutes since your last response and there only 5 pills left of lorazepam----------------trying on clothes:broad, bul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1047933/ i count the clutter when i clear my mindmeditation is useless, deep breathing-defunctbring on the panichave at me, apprehension, tension, & suspense!and suspend me over a drove of adversaries who mean to bind the halves of my brainbring on the red feeling, the one that originates at the spinal c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1047927/ little crease on the brow of all my loversash settles on my olive flesh and i cry over paling scarslet's eat our savior's bread and devour some salvationtame the wild without losing the childrestless mind and resting body, i lay still for hourskisses that pack punchesthe first time you truly make lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1045982/ This is so incredibly personal, but looking back in a journal, it's incredible how much can change in short time and how nothing even changed at all. These are the only entries I even made from July to September but they all feel like the same entry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1045968/ i see dumb b*****s update their facebooks with "crying" and if i did that everytime i was crying, well my "friends" would be far more annoyed by my updates than they already are.i'm in so much f*****g debt.4500-D.H.300-C.S.100-S.L.300-L.H.who knows how f*****g much in hospital bills900-something for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1045202/ i am so horridly depressed.there is not one drug, one f**k, one person who can change that for me.abby baby, you're a drag.there is nothing left of me for you to miss, believe me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1044886/ sensodyne toothpastepeanut butter twixsnickersreesessubwaynail bitingpantene curly shampoo and conditioner [they were mine first!]the velvet undergroundthe violent femmesweezerjohn lennonjohn lennon and yoko onothe beatleskurt cobainCCRnirvanathe vaselinesthe beach boysdaniel johnstonscott walkersyd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1043561/ not a poem. not sure what this is except for honest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1043548/ SV: Write everything you can think of that describes you  Tue Sep 25, 2:41 amSV: That's what I hate Tue Sep 25, 2:42 amThat's my boy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1043040/ you aren't going to see me at your doorstep or your car or at the beach or in bed with you or at the park or on the sidewalk or at the movies or in the forest or anywhere ever again you're gonna see me on the big screen and read about me in the papers and see everything that this funk of f*****g thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1042618/ wandering back in time i find myself repeating the present and i see them flying away, ta  king a s**t on my shoulder. blue re d green red repeat and skip. it's electric music and ex ex ecstasy. take it one high one time one thrill rest of your life edgy edgy neon dancing and bat's wings. repea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1042593/ 3 separate classes. one legal pad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1033408/ things i wrote on my first trip. all nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1028273/ 3 little bits i writ, different times, same feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1028270/ decided to write everything that went through my head for a couple minutes without backspacing or editing anything So, you want to get to know me? So, you say you’re obsessedwith me?I’m going to proceed with a brain transplant. Don’t worry,it’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1026088/ Gold wrappers-Gold medalsEvidence of your glorious night,Of your outstanding performanceand lack of hindsightdirges dragging, dragginglong past curfewhe says that he’s sorry, sosorry he hurt youhe measures the gapwhen the expanse leaves him needyhe’s a babe at the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1022131/ Chalky sidewalk visions clear away with cloudsWorms gather for punishment in dewy sunshineHe grinds his teeth for the lasttime Opaque walls imprison and envelopher guestThe carpet keeps secrets forshards of glass and fine chinaHe bunches his fist for the last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1022124/ decided to write everything that went through my head for a couple minutes without backspacing or editing anythingi was hiding from my landlord today and he found me here at giant eagle. flies kept pacing back and forth and all i could think of was that pests are the only things that will never leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1014886/ do re mi fa so la ti GO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1012200/ one year. reader's digest or indigestion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1011377/  The mattress mocks my moans with groans, coils cutting through,springing into the arch of my back, betraying me. The pain precludes any pleasureso I lay still and silent. He looks not at me but into me and I look not at himbut as him, the reflection of my face in the blackhol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1010122/                   up          hung         so I hang my mind from the rafters.You're       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1007639/ indiscernable graffiti is prophetic smeared lipstick is stylishi parade around like a southern belle and gain the attention of people              I despise           &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/1001540/ Broken,fit of misogyny and despairsitars in my brain, twanging their escapebelief in false gods, i'll burn in the eternalthe undesirables and lower cases grab and clawoh what a breath of fresh air a blade bringsheadache, light-headed, clarity or confusionmy breaking point is near. fear that i'll los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/888628/ my cigarette's going to collapse in on itself and profess revelations of misery self doubtcaptivityinto the wild and back to the futurei’m the resin of your last h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/887195/ i rememberback when i was writing my suicide notei wanted to include all the things that i adored about youi went through pages upon pagesand those pages were reasons to live http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/534808/ if i could afford the artsy types                       the beautiful people                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/531655/ let me stay in your carbass blasted, penetrating vibrations through my skinyou can sing along to your favorite songand i can unroll the window and trace the winddont drive me homelet me stay in the passenger's seat alwaysi want to see that thin smile spread over your facebut one day, it'll be gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/529988/ im one week sober of self-destructionthe kind i had always condemnedi was beginning to think that every day was shining.i believed that I could finally move on from you,my sweet-faced self destructionif only your lips weren't thin and smoothif only your eyes weren't translucent and pure in natureif .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbycadabby92/524743/