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Moon And Ocean

Moon looks down upon us from so high in the unending sky, the sky so deep in color.

Moon says when the fun begins, when we can come out, along with the soft warm breeze,
Of Summer time.

Moon guides us along our nightly journey.

Our journeys to big, Red Flower parties.
To, kisses of love in the sky parties.
Along with our parties, to his true love.
She waves to him, showing her love, as she crashes against the shore, speaking to him.

Ocean sings to him, 
While Moon paints pictures for her in the sky.

The love is an impossible love, but they did the impossible.
More impossible than Romeo and Juliet.
More than a princess and a farm boy.
They did it.

The saying is, distance makes the heart grow stronger.
Now we know why Ocean is more talkative at night,
Her true love is just over her.
After years and years, they’ve talked, shared secrets.
Stories about the creatures that roam on her shore.
Or the creatures that talk about the sky being beautiful with the pictures in the stars.


We are proud to announce the marriage of,
Mr. Moon, and Mrs. Ocean.

And they live happily ever after.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016



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Barefoot Days

Beautiful sunny days,
Shorts, tank tops, dresses,
Trips to the beach;
Burns, tans, and all that’s in between.

Ice cream, soda, games in the park,
Running around barefoot.
The days of Summer are finally here!

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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Accepting Yourself

When do you know when you’ve accepted yourself?
What does it feel like?
Are you HAPPY?
Are you EXCITED?
Are you SORROWFUL?
What do you think like?
Is there a difference in the way you think?
Do you have a different appearance?
What does it mean to accept yourself? 

Do you act different?
Are you more open with yourself?
Or more closed up because you don’t want others to see yourself?
When do you know when you have accepted yourself?
What does it mean to accept yourself anyways?
Is it to feel comfortable in your own skin?
Is it to be happy with who you are?
Or is it to live up what everyone else wants you to be?
Is it you accepting who you are?  Or is it someone else's way of see you fit to be?
What does it mean?
I want to know!

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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She's A Disappointment

Family keeping secrets from the disappointment of a daughter.
No fun.  No trust.  No support.  No love.  No love.  No nothing.
She keeps herself locked away in her internal black hole.
Music taking over her hearing- the words put to a tune, to keep you hooked on the hatred, pulling you closer to enjoying it.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Fathers Day

He starts as just that, a he.
Just a random face in the crowd.
As he grows up he falls in love, 
makes choices, sets examples, 
influences many people who are now greater than they were.
He starts out as a husband.  
Loving her with all he has.
Comforting her, standing up for her,
Sheltering her, providing for her and +1 on the way.

Preparing the room for their child coming into the world.
He, the one that was just a random face in the crowd,
Who use to have just one name, 
Now has multiple different names.
Father, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Papa, and many more to come.
He is now all of that to a new he.
A new random face in the crowd.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016



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Giving It All

You put your all into him, he puts his all into you... But we somehow still have more to give.  
She's giving it her all, but he's starting to give less, but she holds on, keeping them both afloat...
He starts giving his all again, but something feels off, she's feeling uneasy, she's giving less... She dies a little inside as the tears stream down her cheeks.
She wants to tell him, but she knows he needs to sleep.
She knows he's dealing with too much already. But she made a promise... And so did he!

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2017

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First Love

Heart pounding like thunder,
Cheeks heating up like the light touch of the sun,
Tummy tickling by the wings of butterflies.
Body getting chills all over as if Winter is about.
The feelings you get at first love.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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A Night Alone

The warmth of a hug, of the light touch of a kiss, filling my entire body with comfort and safety.
The heat from your breathing, heavy and soft at the same time, making me smile a little.
The comfort that we have around each other, to be ourselves.
To be just like old friends, teasing and poking.
True friendship, to be as close as can be, but still live apart.
Snuggles and cuddles, keep my thoughts on you, while nuzzling into your neck. 
Letting sleep take me over, with the protection of your arms around me.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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Him-Dark Wolf

His life is judged, even though he’s always himself.  
He never fakes to be someone else, to make someone else happy.
All he wants is to be loved…
His one fear is dying alone,
Unloved.
He’s been exposed to the rudeness of the world.
Been called names, letting him take them in, to define himself.
Ugliness, creepy, rude…
Gets rejected almost every day.

He has many talents, but because of the bullies 
within this world…
He doesn’t know how many he has.
He doesn’t take compliments well, 
or believe the compliment giver. 
He loves art work, but doesn’t believe that he’s any good.

One day, he met a princess, she was kind to him, 
and showed him the kindness of the world.
Showed him that there is good in this earth.
They started as friends, she promising him that he’ll find a lover some day.

And if he wouldn’t find someone she’d find someone for him.
The compliments continue, then one evening… 
her feelings for him come through.
She reads his compliments in a whole new way.
When she hears loves songs on the radio she thinks of him.
Seeing couples in public wishing she was with him, 
holding his hand.
Then he asks the question,
“Do you like me?”
The butterflies start, the redness slowly grows up her cheeks, 
and chills run down her arms.
“Yes.  Yes I do.” She replies
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Yes please.”


A boy’s interested in me, and he’s not perverted, my dreams have come true, and prayers have been answered. 
Why couldn’t this have happened earlier in my life, but then again someone really close to me once said, good things come to those who wait, and I’ve waited for many years.

The feelings grow stronger, but I know that I can’t have a boyfriend, dumb ex-relationship.
But I love him, but, I know that relationships at this time, only bring me down, because I’m putting all my time towards it.
I become clingy, I-I don’t know what else to do…

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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Forest Workers

They start at dawn, and go until eve.
Working all day long, 
They bring furniture into homes.
Firewood into our burners.

They’re faces rough with scruff, 
touch of dirt, with dust in hair.

Plaid and jeans to cover their skin,
Boots made of leather to cover the toe.
Wearing these things to keep warm from the chilling weather.
By their side carrying cold heavy wood sword of steel.

Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016

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