As It Is, Abby Moran [mystery books to read .TXT] 📗

I Called For God by Abigail Moran

 

I called for God
and got the dial tone
I tried to keep calling
But he didn't pick up the phone

 

I kept trying harder
Clueless what else to do
Until I got angry
"if you won't answer me, then I won't answer you"

 

I spat those words
And instantly felt a sting
"It was just words, I promise!,
They didn't mean anything!"

 

God gets a lot of phone calls
and you might not be first
but, yes he is still listening
even the bad and worst 

 

 

Life is the Ultimate Game by Abigail Moran

Life is the ultimate game
But instead of restarting you die
You get a lot of obstacles
But only get one try

 

The game of life isn't simple
There are many ways to win
But there are also many ways to lose
From actions and words that happen

 

Life is the ultimate game
but one you'll surely lose
because no one has complete happiness
and are slaves to all the rules

 

Life has the upperhand

And you won't always get your way

But when life decides to push you down

Get up, brush off, and play

 

Road to Happiness by Abigail Moran

 

It's a long road to happiness
And I just missed the train
Not that I have a ticket to ride
I'm in too much pain

 

It's a long road to happiness
When will I have a chance?
I heard it's nice in happiness
That people sing and dance

 

It's a long road to happiness
And I just missed the train
Not that I could get on anyway
I'm in too much pain

 

 

I Used to Have Fire by Abigail Moran

 

 I used to have fire

A power to fight

For all that I wanted 

For all that was right

 

But now there is nothing

I get what I get

No motivation to fight

I just want to forget

 

My spirit already has stitches 

I don't want anymore

Sometimes fire can cause pain

And I'm just done with war

 

I've put down my weapons

They don't fire anyway

Holding up the white flag now

Letting whatever come my way

 

I used to have fire 

But now it is gone

I wish the war to cease 

I can barely hang on

Healing Hands by Abigail Moran

 

 I wish that I had healing hands

to heal scars and wounds

I wish that I had healing powers

when your body is in ruins

 

I wish that I could take your pain

to make you healthy and well

I wish I could trade places

have just my body swell

 

I wish that I had healing hands

to help with all the pain

I wish that I could help you more

but for now, my power is staying

I'm Fine by Abigail Moran

 

Whats the point of existing?
When no one even has a care
Whats the point of being around?
When no one wants you there

 

Whats the point of life?
If you dont have purpose here
Why do i need to stick around?
Why cant death be near?

 

I ask myself these questions
About each and every night
As I scream and cry into a pillow
And grasp the blanket tight

 

My red eyes wake to morning
Because another day has come
I reach into the cupboard early
To start the day with rum

 

Then I reach into my closet
And find my favorite mask
That will cover up my sadness
If anyone even cares to ask

 

But yes, I'm fine.

Mirror MIrror by Abigail Moran

 

 Mirror Mirror on the wall

I guess we meet again

You tell me that I'm nothing

When really I'm a ten

 

Oh mirror you are ruthless 

You tell me of such flaws

But I won't listen much longer

Your banter has been paused

 

My thighs are nice

My butt is tight

My waist is fine for a bikini

And my face is just right

 

Mirror Mirror on the wall

You'll hurt me no more

It's easier to see you now

WIth more confidence than before

Why Can't I Leave You by Abigail Moran

 

I really should leave
I know that I should
I know how to do it
And i know that I could

 

But here I still am
Feet locked in the floor
My heart wants to have you
But my brain wants the door

 

This shouldn't be so hard
The pain is all too real
But where my brain sees destruction
My heart sees appeal

 

I dont understand
Why cant i just go?
What does my heart see in you?
I honestly don't know

 

My Sweet Strawberry by Abigail Moran

 

Oh my sweet strawberry
you sweet, desserted fruit
My teeth break your unsugared skin
An organic pleasure from the root

 

Oh my sweet strawberry
uneaten, not rotten, and pure
The seeds aren't even an obstacle
to the pleasure I endure

 

Oh my sweet strawberry
Thank you for the snack
Your raw, unsugared flesh
was something many other fruits lack