Poetry: Crushing by A.L. Mabry

Poetry: Crushing by A.L. Mabry
November 21, 2015 2 Comments Featured Poetry and Shorts Stephanie Ayers

From time to time, one of us will come across something on Facebook and fall in love with it. This guest post is one such example. Today’s poet is one of our own, our Executive Editor, A. L. Mabry, in fact. She is a jill of many colors, especially when it comes to writing, and she is never afraid of any challenge. She shares plenty of herself here, including her teen scene, Raising Voices, her twisted Coldly Calculating writing prompt, and more. Today’s entry is one of her newer works of poetry.

10690319_10204683898642248_7139468883054620979_nA.L. Mabry is an author, freelancer, and editor who enjoys writing in all genres and forms, even grocery lists. She is an artist and Wiccan who has an obsessive love of vampires, kilts, and blue butterflies. She is passionate about many topics and her posts are often laced with the snarky sense of humor one acquires from raising five teenagers, all at once.

When she is not writing, advocating, or creating handmade items for her Etsy shop, she can be found exploring creeks, mountains, and rivers, playing board games, videos games, and working on various projects with her loving husband, Shawn, and their children. She maintains her shreds of sanity with yoga, tea, and cats.

You can find a full listing of her works on her Amazon author page. She is also known around here as The Sassy Scorpio Scribe, while raising special needs awareness with The Juniper Files.

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When a heart receives such a crushing blow
The soul quivers and aches as it retreats
Wilted smiles, in damp eyes, no longer glow

Pain, latched to you, will then begin to grow
As it manifests, your life it defeats
When a heart receives such a crushing blow

The face in the mirror, you will not know
Still the heart that struggles, it always beats
Wilted smiles, in damp eyes, no longer glow

Now to all the world, the face you will show
Blank expressions, empty words, it deceits
When a heart receives such a crushing blow

This weight will feel like yours alone to tow
If you let it, it consumes and depletes
Wilted smiles, in damp eyes, no longer glow

Ride out the crashing waves to find your flow
You must let this circle of pain complete
When a heart receives such a crushing blow
Wilted smiles, in damp eyes, no longer glow

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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    A.L. Mabry

    Sneaky. lol I am getting more and more comfortable sharing some of my poetry. It is an area I would really like to grow more in. Ironically, I have probably written more poetry than anything else in my life. Sadly, I have lost the majority of it.

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    I liked it and the style is one I am not familiar with. I didn’t realize just how many different styles of poetry are out there til I took a class and of course there is free style. And I love the words and the feeling. I have felt that feeling.


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