Monster

It’s a terrible raging beast and it tears the very inside of me.

It’s ugly and mean, willing to kill and destroy.

It has no heart for tenderness for it put scars and tears on mine.

I always have to fight to keep it inside and away from the ones I love.

Sometimes it consumes me and I become someone I’m not.

It’s greedy and selfish, it’s brutal and terrifying.

I can’t bear to look at it.

It’s the monster inside of me and it wants out.

If only I could be rid of it, then I would be happy!

If only its existence is vanquished, I could rest easy!

For it is ugly and scary, and merciless and- and scary.

It’s slowly destroying me.

I pray to you now Lord.

Strike down the beast.

Free me from these chains and tell me I’m ok.

Tell me I’m free and the monster is gone.

But- what?

You made me realize father-

The only monster still terrorizing me is…

Me.

Inspired by Monster by Skillet

Rhythm :)

Rhythm

The drums reach the

equilibrium of the

beating of my heart.

The tubas and trombones

and baritones

and saxophones;

take the coursing of

blood through my veins.

The flutes and

clarinets and

French horns and

oboes breathe

as I breathe and

electrify my senses.

The baton brings

it all together,

working together

as we belong-

family.

But I feel I have

forgotten one thing-

oh the trumpet!

The instrument that

sings the song

of my heart.

To Dance in the Rain by Abbi Wharton

To Dance in the Rain

Never wait for the storm to pass

Never bother with umbrellas or jackets or boots

Never both holding on to your tears

Never bother keeping your head down

Never bother being shy

Never bother correct steps or notes

Never bother being perfect

Never bother what appearance you set

Just dance, dance in the rain.

Puzzle Pieces

Puzzle Pieces

Have you ever noticed that some things just fit?

Like the spaces between your fingers for others to slide in…

The hollow of your palm to press against another…

The curve of your cheek for a hand to cup…

The dip of your shoulder for another head to rest…

Or the shapes of our torsos and the lengths of our arms for hugs…

Have you ever noticed how it all slides into place?

Have you ever noticed how perfectly they fit?

The silence to cry in…

The people to laugh with…

The love we share…

The hearts that ache for those away from us…

Have you ever noticed the things that break?

The hearts that are crushed into pieces…

The minds that need soothing…

The limbs that are numb…

The organs that need help…

Have you ever noticed that there is healing for them?

Glue…

Technology…

Love…

Family and friends…

Have you ever noticed how some things just fit?

Like my hand in yours…

Your hand on my cheek…

Your arms around me…

Your shoulder for my head…

Your glue to heal my heart and your help to soothe my mind…

Your love to leave me without a doubt-

That the world it a puzzle

And we all have a perfect place

With a perfect match

Just like you meant for us

Amen

I'm baaaack :) So good to be writing again and I have several I just need to type up...

Once again I know it has been awhile but things are calming down finally and I finally rode over the lazy streak and typed up some poems :)

Just Strike

The wolf never waits before the kill

Just strike, just strike

The warrior never parries when he can thrust

Just strike, just strike

The coyote never waits to serenade the cold blue moon

Just strike, just strike

A fisher always had spear and net at ready

Just strike, just strike

The gossip never waits for a closed lipped mouth

Just strike, just strike

Just strike, just strike

Does the master wait for checkmate?

Do the proud accept the stalemate?

Does a writer delay his words?

Do you give fresh bread to the birds?

Do you defy explanation?

Or are you just too timid to reach your destination?

Just strike, just strike

Inspired by the book Princess Academy

Better than Ed :)

Alright everyone may I introduce the comeback of the wonderful, talented and amazing Miss Luci!!! This poem made me laugh, I don't agree on some of the people but the general opinion is mutual :) (We all know Drew beats Peyton any day...WHO DAT!)

How many guys are better than Edward? Let me count the names...

Coming in on top is Jesus, the original superstar.

In second place is Neil Caffery. I've never seen a hotter guy forging art.

After him comes my dad, with the boyfriend shotgun,

At fourth is Draco Malfoy – so attractive – he's the one.

Next comes Matt Theisson, a piano playing hottie,

Above the one, the only, the Special Agent McGee.

Our sexy seven Elliot Spencer is the Leverage team's hitter,

And Rodney McKay, is better, even, just cuz he don't glitter.

Peyton of the Indie Colts makes number nueve,

Carson Becket's number ten cuz as a doctor, he could save me.

Jack Carter makes a nice eleven, sheriff of the smartest little town,

Then Artemis Fowl is at twelve, he knows the faeries underground.

Agent Gibbs of NCIS is my unlucky number thirteen

My brother is even better than Cullen, although he can be kinda mean.

Fifteen is Michael Weston, everyone's favorite burnt spy.

Then I got Albert Einstein – man, what smart guy.

King David – what can I say? He was godlier than any other!

Det. Green – number 18 – preserves the Law & Order.

Ronan Dex is the alien my best friend's mom liked

And Harry Potter got hotter when he made Voldie take a hike.

(Now I will go faster.)

Tarzan brings us to twenty-one

Hagrid hits twenty-two – now let's have some fun

Mark Sanchez is the Jet's cute quarterback

The Geico caveman never made me yack

Jake Sully, of the Jar-head clan

Makes Edward look like he's not a man

My garbage man is twenty-six

Like John Whitaker he probably kicks

Ed's pale butt all over this poem

The Mad Hatter is just awesome like no one

Percy Jackson gets us at twenty-nine

I think that that's the end this time!

No wait, no wait! I've one more piece!

Coming in last, and definitely least

Is Jacob Black, and do you wanna know why?

It's because he does not sparkle and shine –

(gasp) like Edward the gay vampire.

(I suppose that I've forgotten this one – shoulda been higher – Homer Simpson.)

More is coming around soon soon soon!

I'm back!

Alright...how many songs or snipts of songs can do you find?

The Karaoke Poem

So I’m out at a little ole place called the Loan Shark

It’s only nine o’clock on a Saturday

And the party is just about to get it started

I’m turning off my telephone

I’m getting rid of the poker face

I’m feeling Just Fine because you know; girls just wanna have fun

So here we are and my girls are all like just dance!

It was like a Party in the USA ya’ll

And the DJ Got Me falling in Love with the dance floor.

We were Taking care of Business and loving life man when the karaoke tournament started

My reputation was still unwritten so I gave it a shot

The crowd was Giving me all their loving

And some Sharp dressed men walked in

Well we ain’t no California Girls and we kept on singing and dancing

No Misery kept us from This Love

And that was just being me ya’ll

So what? Who cares what you do? We are the champions of this generation

And we got to live out loud

Like Billionaires

In our own La, La Lands

Because We are the World

You got that?

Library by Abbi Wharton

The Library

The Silence comforts me;

only interrupted by soft whispers

and the rustle of paper.

Black lines form together

and turn into words,

sentences and paragraphs.

Paragraphs that turn into

stories, hidden among soft

well worn papers.

Papers that take me

to other worlds and other times

far beyond me reach.

Books stacked neatly next to each other,

the covers beckoning me to judge.

The dusty, sweet, inky smell

speaks experience and soothing oasis.

My sweet escape

where I can truly find

solitude in words

and adventure in a comfortable chair.

Stars by Abbi Wharton

Stars

Do you ever lean back on

the cool summer grass at night

and look up at the stars?

Do you ever see the pictures?

Do you ever connect the dots?

Do you hear the stories about

dippers and bears and warriors

and such?

Do you admire the beauty

of the inky black blue sky

and the twinkling nightlights

trapped inside,

like fireflies in a spider’s web?

Have you ever wondered

what they’re made of?

Maybe gas and light

or fireflies and rain?

Maybe angels and dreams?

Have you ever watched them appear

as the sun is chased off to bed?

Have you ever watched them disappear

as they drift away to play again soon?

So have you ever leaned back

on the cool summer grass

and wondered what I

have wondered?

Trampoline by Abbi Wharton

Trampoline

Up and down

down and up.

Round about

and don’t slow down,

twirl and flip through the air!

The world is upside, right-side any side way!

Giggling and laughing,

yelling and smiles.

The more the merrier;

the higher we go!

The sky seems nearer,

the ground never still

as we go high

and low

with no in between.

For life is good

on the trampoline.

The West by Abbi Wharton

The West

There was a time when the west was feared.

There was a time when only the bravest ventured.

There was a time when the story of the West was written on the saddle of a horse.

When natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

When horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.

Then came the time where the natives were driven away.

Then came the time when the horses were restrained.

But nothing came without a fight.

Now the west is still as beautiful, still holding the glory of former days.

Now the west is conquered by the fantastic achievements of man.

Now the West holds more people that go on everyday with their lives,

not realizing what the west once was and still is.

The west was once a place of mystery, now a place of familiarity.

So don’t pass by the west without remembering what it once was.

Where natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

Where the horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.

Love and War by Abbi Wharton

All is fair

in love and war

they say.

But how is war love?

How is love war?

A man can have love

to defend his homeland.

One can fight

for the one they love.

But is it really fair?

A crazy riddle

this may be.

But when is war love?

How is love war?

Words by Abbi Wharton

Words

Words, words-

they can mean so much.

Short or long

they are as

strong as a double edged sword.

They can cut and

they can sting.

They can paint and

they can photograph.

They can be quiet

or loud or peaceful.

Maybe protesting

and angry.

Words, words-

they can mean

so much.

So we must be

careful with words

for they are

double edged swords.

A Harry Potter Day Dream by Abbi Wharton

There is a magical place

where playing with sticks is encouraged.

Where children are taught

to ride brooms, not bikes

and Halloween gives a new fright.

There is a world where

stories come true.

Where fairies and pixies

really can sabotage

that missing homework.

Where elves help out

and cook your food.

A world where dishes

wash themselves

and gnomes are the problems

not moles or shrews.

There is a place

where a true hero is

a small boy

protected by his mother’s love,

marked forever by a little scar.

So take care children,

Don’t get lost

In this wonderful world ,

Just beware the nargles

and a small poltergeist.

Don’t forget your wand

and don’t forget your

memories.

For happiness is nearby

if one remembers

to turn on the light.

Dedicated to my Harry Potter fan fic fans

Jaywalk by Abbi Wharton

Jaywalk

There is a road ‘tween you and me.

I don’t like it as you’ll see.

How did it get here?

Why is it near?

This road keeps me away.

This road keeps me at bay.

Did you put it there?

Do you wish me to beware?

There is no crosswalk.

All I see is a roadblock.

Does your heart hurt?

Are you ‘fraid of getting burnt?

All I have to say-

is I’ll get to you anyway.

Baby you can’t keep me away.

This road won’t keep me at bay.

No crosswalk to you?

I’ll jaywalk! It’s true!

I’m gonna jaywalk myself right over to you.

I’m gonna make you woo.

‘Cause baby, I love you.

It’s true.

I’ll jaywalk this road ‘tween me and you.

Inspired by some old songs by Fats Domino that I listened to the other day...I'm Walkin and Blueberry Hill

No Such Thing as Goodbye by Abbi Wharton

Something I wrote as I moved. It is the truth, through and through.

No Such Thing as Goodbye

Tears and hugs, pain and sorrow, but what good will it do? We can’t cling forever or hold on to what we love.

Why do we make such a fuss about this when there is no such thing as goodbye?

Real friends, true friends, heart and soul friends, the friends of mine, I keep in my heart for each and every day.

I think of you in prayer and in every little moment.

I wonder about how you feel.

Real friends, true friends, heart and soul friends, the friends of mine, I can never forget.

The friends that you are, my friends of mine, I will never lose touch with.

You friends of mine I will see again.

I say will, not might, because it will happen.

Real friends, true friends, heart and soul friends, the friends of mine, love ties me too you and helps me through each and every day.

There is no such thing as goodbye my friends, it is only a see you later.

The Promise by Abbi Wharton

The Promise

When they say I can’t I will.

When they say forget I will remember.

When they say it’s over I will keep going.

When they say all is over I will maintain hope.

When they say walk I will run.

When they will curse me I will walk with pride.

When they lose I will hold me head high.

When they give up I will fight.

When they will sulk I will sing.

When they drag I will dance.

I’m not they.

I dare to be different.

I dare to be me.

That is the promise.

Summer by Abbi Wharton

Summer

Summer is for sure God’s gift to children.

But adults do not see the same magic that is kept in the beauty of the season.

Think about it for a moment…

Sleeping late

Bonfires

Friends

Fireworks

Cook outs

Hotdogs

Pools

Movies

Late nights

Flip flops

Shorts

Flip Flops

Games

Grass

Walks

Think about the small things…

Long talks with best friends

Walking barefoot in the fresh grass at night

Camp fires with stories and S’mores and sodas and laughs

All day long pool trips

Laying out and watching a firework show on an old quilt

Think about things you don’t have to think about…

Homework

Teachers

Learning

Papers

Lessons

Classes

School Lunches

School Bathrooms

Summer is freedom

Summer is what kids stand the school year for

Summer is what renews the soul and brings joy

Now if we could only make summer last our whole lives and all year round.

Not my best but what do you think?

The Elves

Well Luci M Is back ya'll and she better then ever I think. This is by far my favorite thing she has written!

The Elves

By Luci M

The elves, they sit in their hollow hills, laughing at man's whims and wills.

They walk our world, though we don't see; they touch our lives invisibly.

A gust of wind, a haunting song, that voice that's in your dreams life-long,

a sound in the night you know can't be, the cat's eyes staring back at me.

If you have seen or heard these things, then you have touched the elves.

They move through our world in the corner of your eye

like something you want, but you don't know why.

They are our unknown dreams, and our heart-felt cry

and we've been drawn to them from the dawn of time.

They are the deepest hurt and perfect desire.

It is hard to find words for the feelings they inspire.

If you have ever known or felt these things, then you have touched the elves.

The lords and ladies are unearthly and like nothing we've ever known;

they don't fit inside our boxes, they don't let themselves be owned.

The fey are wild and wonderful, yet horrible and untamed.

Once the fey have touched you, you will never be the same.

It gives me chills up my back now to write these words

yet I know somehow I must make them heard – for I have touched the elves.

Look for more later! ~Abbi

Spark By Abbi Wharton

OK yeah so...forever since I last updated! Been really busy with school finals and stuff...so here we go; just a short new one...not my best but eh...

Spark

A sizzle
A light
An idea
Meaning
Truth
Lies
Wonder
Hope
Super Natural
Dance
Peace
Chaos
Fire
Ritual
Map
Inspiration
Love
Hate
Confusion
Learning

A spark can be anything…what’s yours?

Once again...short...but I've been low on inspiration lately :)

A Special Kind of Friend by L. Zac

Well I dragged a new friend in...we'll just call her L. Zac, and this is her first poem to be put out there and I think it is extremely good and beautiful.

My broken heart weeps quietly.
The whispered words go by.
In my mind I am invincible.
And no one seems to care.
I wonder if I am alone in this.
I am beaten and confused.
My life has no meaning.

I heard about the Lord today.
From a man who stood on the street.
He told me I could have a friend that would love me unconditionally.
I broke down and wept, knowing I was saved from this torture.

I went to church to find how my savior came to be.
And found there was a book to tell it all to me.
I found I love him and I can live my life freely now.

Hope to have my dear friend L. Zac back soon!

The Ride by Abbi Wharton

Well I'm not quite sure about this one...but I always pictured them thinking things like this...from a Horse's point of view about a human. Because horses just know...

The Ride

For years upon years my brothers, sisters and family, generation upon generation upon forgotten loves we have served the upright animals.

Now the upright animals are very queer indeed…such odd languages and traditions stranger to us. They wear fabric over their God given hides. They had pinched; pale or dark faces and their feet, even the ones they don’t use are as soft as our newborn foal’s nose.

They are slow too…it is almost humorous for us to watch them race and tire over just a few lengths and paces.

So the great master sent us to be their legs, and a second heart…legs to carry them and a second heart to be a companion to.
No matter how strange the upright animals are, most are loving and kind to us and our posterity. But there is always going to be a rotten plant in every crop. We are there to be the devil’s incarnation to them in a hope to save each other.

We do not speak their language, but we always listen.
We do not follow their customs and traditions but we always follow them.
The upright animals aren’t so bad once you get used to them.
The great master sent us, and we learned to love and follow as every good horse should.

Guest Author!!

Well guys, my good friend is back with a fresh one, short but beautiful...inspired by a song written by Switchfoot.

From One of Many Needle Girls...
Luci M.

I am a needle,
a needle in a haystack.

I am a needle girl
in a haystack world.

Falling

falling

falling.

Sometimes I'm lost
in this haystack world.

Alone.

I try to be more than me,
I try too hard sometimes,
and it gets hard to breathe.

It's easy to get lost...
in this haystack world.


But the King knows me.


He found the needle girl
in the haystack world.

And He called her His.
Once again Thanks to Luci M. A great fellow writer...love you!

How by Abbi Wharton

How

How can we say hunger and not fathom starvation?
How can we build beautiful homes and not know homelessness?
How can we attempt beauty and define ugliness?
How can we feel pain and not go through agony?

How do we run and never flee for life?
How do we see light and never know the darkness?
How do we feel cold and never know freezing?
How do we feel hot and never know heat stroke?

How do we know love and never experience loathing?
How can we declare traitor when we don’t know the sting of betrayal?
How can we hunt and not know being hunted?
How do we escape and never be held captive?

Of all the evil and horrors in the world-
Death, torture, war, abortion, rivalries, racism, sickness, abuse, fighting and tyranny…

The world has been kind to most.
So how can we sit still and not acknowledge those who aren’t so fortunate?
How?

The Cost of Being Free GUEST AUTHOR

Well I finally got something really cool from a friend of mine. She wishes to stay unknown so I think I will stick with a pen name. I DID NOT WRITE THIS!

The Cost of Being Free by Luci M.

In the beginning of the world, we had one simple rule: Don't touch the tree.
Though He knew it would bring our fall, God said, “Children, do as you please.”
But human is as human does, and we soon took the fruit
and so the Enemy's whispered sin began to take its root.

This is the cost of being free.

In our world today, we have more than one simple rule.
Yet Christ still smiles sadly and says, “Beloved, you are free to choose.”
When one man hates another for the pigment in his skin,
when teenage girls are sold for the pleasures their bodies can give,
when young mothers snort some powder and addict their unborn kids.
When believers in the East are forced to hold service in the dark,
when a drunken father's blows bruise the skin and tear apart,
when my hurtful words cut deeply into a brother or sister's heart.

When a Jew who's name was Jesus gave his life up on a tree–
all these things and more, my friend, are the cost of being free.

Though the cost of freedom is the fact that we may choose
whether we’ll bring healing or just make worse the bruise.
With the help of our Creator we can find a better way.
And with His healing Love, make less the cost someday.


“So tie me to a tree and let the smoke and ash collect. No, I won't regret to let love do what love will let. We can drown in mixed emotions or walk across an angry sea...this is the cost of being free.”
-Jars of Clay, “Show You Love”

Isn't she great? I hope to have my good friend Luci M. write for me again, thank you!

The Best Things in Life by Abbi Wharton

The Best Things in Life… by Abigail Wharton
The best things in life are always the smallest things.
The best things in life are always free.
The best things in life will always be yours.
A child’s laugh, one that you provoked
A hug from a best friend
Calling in sick (when you’re not sick of course)
Your school crush smiling at you
Laughing till your sides hurt
Lunch where you talk about anything and everything with your best friends
Singing and dancing without any music
False alarms
A Sunday school lesson
Living everyday like it’s your last
No regrets
No grudges
A summer vacation
Singing along to the radio
Dancing in the rain
Swinging on a swing, something you haven’t done since you were 5
Getting at A+ on a test
Sleepovers
Girl talk
Braiding each other’s hair
Playing four square and tag
Jumping rope
Laying down in fresh cut grass
Flip flops
Doing nothing at all
Fireworks
Carnivals
Summer days
Hotdogs
Outdoor Concerts
Jazz
Blues
Running around the park
Watching scary movies with your best friends
Riding a roller coaster
Doing absolutely nothing. We all have the best things in life, we just never see it.

The Race by Abbi Wharton

Kind of weird...based on a dream...work coming up shall be a short story by a good friend of mine :) enjoy!

The Race
I run forward, hurling myself into the well known rhythm. As for what compels me…that is still unknown. My legs carry me faster and faster, the knee high grass grabbing gently and tickling. The wind rushes through the leaves, a rattling percussion in my ears as I match the invisible pace, weaving through the trees.

My mind teeters precariously on the ledge of oblivion, but I do not care. The freedom, the exhilaration is impossible to even attempt to surpass. Now I know how the free stag feels like, or a wild stallion…faster, faster.

The wind rushes around me, wet and cool. I slow and stop, falling to my knees on the warmed mint earth. I close my eyes and breathe.

I savor the delightful contrast of the cool and warmth. Breathe in, breathe out. Turning my face to the sky, smiling always the wind caresses me as a loving mother. Breathe in, breathe out. I open my eyes…and I laugh.

Beauty

Is it painted on faces, bleached blond highlights, hair loaded with shampoos and hairspray, and orange tanned skin from hot light bulbs?

Is it the most expensive, perfect, top of the line clothing? Is it roaming the concrete jungles full of the same kind of people?

I tell you friends…it isn’t.
Real beauty is being daring enough to show your real skin, freckles zits and all. Real beauty is a real natural tan from the sun that you suffered a killer sun burn for…even if you don’t look much different.

Real beauty is letting you hair hang down, forget the color or frizz. Real beauty is worn out jeans and last season’s sneakers, plain old tee shirts from places nobody has ever heard of. Not to mention the grass stains and rips from your last adventure.

Real beauty is you.

Your bright eyes when you laugh
A good heart
An open mind
You

Week One-Post 2-By Abbi Wharton

Yeah well I broke...Might have to change the once weekly thing, we'll see, inspiration in never ever consistent...dedicated to the brave men and women serving us.

Soldier Come Home

White crosses dot the rolling green field thickly; way too many for any closure sought out here. Each cross bears a name, each cross a sacrifice. For each sacrifice mourning. Each mourning a family, a service, a flag, a gun firing as a final farewell to the wooden box buried in the red brown earth.

Another cross, another name, another sacrifice…

Honorable, brave, and courageous are they, cut short is their life. The life taken on a foreign soil, buried deep within their own ground, the very same they protected.

Cruel was the end but peace found for them. Terror reigning where they worked, fear breathing in every footstep, still valiantly they continued.

The only thing they needed, the only reason to do it was out of the sheer loyalty, love, passion of their home, and a battered flag. Now they return, knowing or not.

The soldier has come home…one way or another.

Week one- Dancer by Abbi Wharton

Dancer

The music starts and I cannot stop myself. My feet move of their own accord. My body sways, my arms float.

Half of the mind remains rational and screams to stop yet it is soon disconnected from the rest of my body as the music takes over.
Goodbye rationality!

My Elysian lives on. The music creates a throbbing down to every pore of my being. Not in pain, but in liberty and happiness.

The time must be passing but I know it not. My feet may be sore but I could not tell you if they were. As long as the music reverberates through my ears, my heaven on earth stays.

When I dance, the world is ok.