☁ abby in the sky ☁ 

As Poets There is a pressure (Tis an honor, but a pressure none-the-less) To examine, give light to The hidden unexpressed We experience And express For you to experience And express The most intimate of observations And details closest to our chests We offer you Stanza and rhymed creation For you to embrace Or negate evocation At times, a Poet faces writer’s block Let’s call it Poet’s Void This is when word and rhyme In a Poet’s pen devoid This is an inner voice ailment Feel

You’re like rain Summer rain Don’t you know You’re always on my mind You’re like rain Summer rain The very best In life I can find It’s true Oh you Oh lovely you Once I knew Summer rain I’d never be the same Again No no You’re snow You’re winter snow Don’t you know You’re the best of all time Winter snow Wherever you go I’ll be close behind Winter snow Who needs the sun When you snowflake icicle shine Winter snow I’m not freezing though Because you are mine I don’t need spr

What are we looking for? Someone to put down the phone for Someone to pick it up for Or just to not be controlled by it A light A spark...

What is a beautiful life? How does one live well How does one reflect satisfied Not caught up in the wishing fell What is a beautiful...

I think there was Something about you That made me feel Something new Something I can’t yet describe A mix of midnight depth And light...

Parts of me are kinda flawed Parts of me are good Parts of me I wouldn’t change Even if I could Parts of me confuse Parts of me amuse...

A case for the mighty penny A penny on the walkside Greeting me First face of the day I see Lucky copper coin Worth more Than face value...

What do you say To a world on fire Quietly pray Deny and wish away What good is a voice That’s left in a throat Never used and deep down...