TENFOLD by Abby Jean

To keep it real and honest…
It was his friend that drew me in.
Height gives me excite.
But then I looked into his eyes.
Got sucked deep inside.

Who the fuck is this….?

Suddenly I see nothing else around me.
Blurred, blanked out… even his (sexy) body.
Not my mind however…
My mind now kicked into overdrive.
Quickly processing rapidly increasing energies.
Creating synergies.

Words I’d normally be swallowing.
Flying loose, like wild wallowing.
My conscious asking my subconscious again.
Who the fuck is this….?
Please don’t let me hear anymore.
I’ll be begging for more on the floor.

His mind so intriguing.
His spirit so I’m needing.
His intenseness humbly protruding.
Seeping secrets of his intricacies.
His body, fuck.
We won’t go there…

Knowing full well he can’t stay.
Knowing full well he’s flying away.
To my dismay…
Got me praying that one day,
I relive this soulmate moment with him.


S.O.S. by Abby Jean

​Feb 23 ’17
I want to get out of here.
I need to stop doing this.
Not Love, don’t worry…
I mean, work.

Work schmurk… Jerk murk… F.. u.. c……

You see my boss gave me this task.
I saw him pull it from his ass.
Sorry for the profanity.
I’m dipping into insanity.

Been workin’ on the same file.
The same file that stretches a mile.
All day editing.. the same.. fucking.. list.
I want to disappear into mist.

I don’t usually mind work you see.
But this task is too repetitive, honestly.
I can’t stand this shit anymore.
Computer’s ’bout to get tossed on the floor.

Ok ok, I just checked the time.
Now my heart has been slightly revived.
One measly lil hour left.
I got this, I can do it, I’m set.

“List, I shall conquer you.”
I say aloud, relaxing my fist.
Inhale. Exhale.
Freedom… yes… freedom shall prevail.

I got this.

LEFT ME HANGIN’ by Abby Jean


He left me hangin.
I’d rather be bangin…
I really didn’t ask for much.
Just a title for a poem and such.

He read my message with no reply.
So this poem is now based on my try.
To get him to spark my creativity.
I’ll do it myself with my divinity.

Here at work with concentration issues.
Rather write it out than blow it into tissues.
I’m having heart aches on many levels.
Fiending for attention from dick devils.

I overhear my soul battling my ego lately.
Begging to stop the thoughts, praying greatly.
Self destruction, self torture, self abuse.
The pleasure in pain, pleasure in being used.

Love… oh Love, where art thou.
A brave heart willing to Love, I need now.
What’s happened to everyone, hearts tainted.
So fearful, so empty… ugly pic they’ve painted.

I still smile, dance, sing and spin.
As many times as I lose, I win.


He just sent me a song.
A song I wanna put in my thong.
Makin’ me want his schlong.
All fucking night long.

These moments are what I live for.
These moments I hoard and store.
Reminisce when I need more.
More than staring at a closed door.

Random moments, random times.
Random visions invading minds.
I love making something from nothing.
I adore making nothing from something.

I know my mood, I know myself.
I’ll keep writing words, they write themself.
No end inside my infinite mind.
Black hole spewing words of all kinds you’ll find…

I thought he left me hangin.
But really he came back bangin.
Life, you amaze me.
Life, you drive me crazy…

TEXT ME BACK by Abby Jean

​July 28 ’16
Don’t be an asshole.
Jump down the rabbithole.
Take the risk.
Wild out.
Text me back.

You’re boring my spirit.
I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.
Envisioning your side.
With occupied preoccupieds.
Prob never even tried…

Bzzz, bzzzz.
Too busy to stop.
Too focused another way.
It’s ok.
In my nightmares.

‘Cause in my dreams, desires.
Meditations and hopes.
I hear it.
That lovely buzz.
Bzz, bzz…bzz, bzz.

Not the buzz of business.
Or bees.
Or cicadas in trees.
The buzz of you.
Texting me.

Stop with your ways.
Make me exclusive.
Make me the exception.
To your rule.
Your habit.

How boring.
I’m snoring.
Now my wait is late.
For another hot date.
He texts.

TELL ME A STORY by Abby Jean

​July 24 ’16

He said tell him a story.
So my mind came awake.
I’d been sleeping lightly.
With my kundalini snake.

He said tell him a story.
I wondered about what.
A morning glory, naa.
Been there, done that.

My wheels started turning.
My clock tick-tocking.
Saw a whirlwind of visions.
My door began knocking.

Inhale. Exhale.

A cat, yes a cat.
He appears to like cats.
Kittens all fuzzy and cute.
Mischievous brats.

Meow, meow.
Purrs and claws.
Cats, kittens everywhere.
Climbing, jumping without pause.

Deep in the forest.
Inside their home, a hut.
Untamed by human.
In joy and happiness they strut.

They hold secret knowledge.
Secrets unkept from man.
Except for the slick ones.
The humans that give a damn.

Meow, meow.
They talk to the skies.
To the spirits around them.
Clearly seen with their eyes.

There was no king or queen.
They believed in equals.
Sat around all together.
Storytelling pussy sequels.

It was a fabulous lifestyle.
Eat, drink and be merry.
Living deep in the forest.
It was dark but not scary.

I could tell him many tales.
Of tails and whiskers.
Though my stories are infinite.
Filled with turns and twisters.

He said tell him a story.
But he doesn’t yet know.
My poems stretch distances.
They rapidly grow.

So back to where I was.
Before I heard the text.
Back to sweet dreams I go.
Cat-napping until the next….