Abbey Streett

Joined September 2018

45 stories

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Life spoken through poetry.

Everything hurts

and nothing is free.

Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.

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Longing
How can I explain this longing? I spend days upon days Hours upon hours Caring Caring too deeply Thinking Thinking too much
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
I Like it This Way
Please excuse my lack of discretion I have no other means of expression If it gets too personal, understand I have zero profession
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
A Broken Spirit
The spirit was broken, In need of help, it could not fly. A little girl stood watching, always nearby. She asked the spirit softly,
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
A Finished Thoug—
I just want to sit on the edge of my bed, hair wet, scrolling my phone, wrapped in a towel, the shower was nice, though I couldn't stay in there forever.
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Blanks
My mind went blank for a bit four days to be exact I held your presence in contempt the moment you decided to come back
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Into the Depths
Revolving doors of emotions trapped in terrifying thoughts Ghosts from the past were forced into the commotion these inescapable feelings consume and rot
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Holding
I hold on to things, I hold on to things so hard I let it all pile up inside of me, and keep them there, safe in misery Little everyday things remind me of what's in there
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
You
We stood on a roof atop our own little piece of the city Intoxicated and happy, it was the summer I had chosen to finally live carefree
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Dear Me
Dear Me, We haven't spoken in a while. I know you think to yourself--a lot. But have you heard me lately? Have you given yourself time to respond? You know you are enough. Have you told yourself lately? Even when you don't feel like you are, what you do every day is more than enough.
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Sleep Will Come Tomorrow
12 a.m. I lay awake wishing only for dreams to come when my eyes try to close, the words start to invade words into sentences, jumbled and dancing behind my eyelids
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
A Musician's Life
You found it long before you even knew It nestled itself deep in you It sleeps where your soul resides It wakes when you open your eyes
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
The Unraveling
How did you stay silent for so long? a proverbial sitting duck Until he unleashed his victimized song full of lies, years of lies where you were left stuck
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets

Abbey Streett

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Longing

I Like it This Way

A Broken Spirit

A Finished Thoug—

Blanks

Into the Depths

Holding

You

Dear Me

Sleep Will Come Tomorrow

A Musician's Life

The Unraveling

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