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AGE: 19
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 17

My name is Abigail Mary Johnston and I am 17. My mother was born in england but is part german and spent most of her life inbetween countries, as I did in between scotland and england as my father is scottish/irish. I began writing at 8 and it is the only thing I am good at and can do proudly. I fall in and out of Love occasionally, but at the moment I am single and happy. Moreso the fact that I can go out and be with someone and not worry that my heart is going to get completely broken, cause I already know the true meaning of love, even if I don’t have the one I want now, I always will and one day, I will have something like that again. ‘Towa No Hana.’

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Poetry / A confession to everyone
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I’m looking for a wonderful guy, I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t scared of getting my heart broken, But I want a guy who doesn’t care what I look like, Just wants to protect me, And isn’t scared to fight back for me, Even if it’s my family bringing me down, Even if he has to physically stand up against my big brother. I hate crying, But when I write this and cry it feels great, It’s like a release, Like I can finally breathe and tell you all my emotions, And it’s wonderful, Because I just want...
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Poetry / Don't take me now
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I really am singing for survival, doing other things for survival aswell, letting a guy touch my face, run his hand roughly over my chest, grope his way under my jeans. He slaps me as he does me, sometimes putting his hand above the head as the early victor, a very early victor I say, forgetting that I'm a person, who just happens to be a woman. I re-apply my make-up in the dim mirror, Place on my red coat, all the time not looking at the obese male figure, spread out like a sleeping donkey o...
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Poetry / I believe in life after death
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As I turn around on the stool, They've made it all extravagant, The ladies either side of a curtain, pull apart the fabric, to reveal a long mirror, and in this window to another world, Is me. I was scared I'd look like a meringue, but instead I look like how i've always wanted, Beautiful, I want to make him proud when I walk to meet him, all those smiling faces, but one I cannot see. Tears well up, and as soon as one trickles down, the rest spurt out, the image becomes blurred, the beautiful...
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Poetry / Miss you
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I choose the back garden for you to be buried, because that was you're favourite place, place I'm being selfish, You were right, I can't stand to have you too far away. Sometimes, day or night, rain or sun, cold or hot, I'll go out, lie down on the spot, and talk to you. You can't do that in a proper graveyard, but I wouldn't care, people can stare, but I miss you, so nothing else matters. Why did you leave baby? Why couldnt you have stayed? What am I going to do? My head rings with questions...
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Poetry / Mummy lies
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I'm lying to everyone, but I can't help it, I know what i'm doing is wrong, and the guilt is slowly killing me, how ironic. I needed a reason, something to keep my job and friends, then my baby got a cold, I told everyone she had Leukamia. There was a fundraiser, people that hated me were now talking to me, I've never felt so welcome, I never want this feeling to end, but the guilt is slowly eating me inside. I can feel my heart rot, as if maggots chewed inside, its hurting me to just smile, ...
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Poetry / The Novice
by Fresh_Fish
Its very simple, easy language, but I think if you add more, and I think there is alot more you can add, then you can make it almost like a story, perhaps taking it into the realms of the abstract. Hope I have made myself clear.
Poetry / A Sweet Seduction
by PawPrintsOfLife
Whenever I read poetry like this, I always try to emmulate it, but never seem to do so and have always wondered what it is I am doing wrong, a few pointers in exhange for this.... Truthful, respectable and good use of ryhme, which most people wouldn't get away with, but you have.
Poetry / Unintended Consequences
by DonAsTauno
You're writing has a very feminine touch to it (not looking by your gender, but more by the choice of words) "Both the salve of love And the therapy of The flesh-colored bandage." Carry on in this manner as its very good.
Poetry / Opposite the way of the sun.
by tia_logic
This reminds me of a relationship between me and my mother, so identifying with its clearness is great and as the idea of a poem is good, maybe you could turn this into a story, I feel there's alot more in you which you could pull out and put in here.
Poetry / Sold Out
by Strass
Someone once said if y'ou're willing to through something away for someone, then they throw you away, then they never truly owned you're heart, so don't fret about it.' 'waisted' is 'wasted'. 'I was the one that was the one Even a blind man can see' If you ever feel like you need to write more along these lines then I suggest you read Antigone and Oedipus, you young sophist.
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