Ashton G

Ashton G Mar 2017

Are monsters born, or created?
I stand before you,
Unable to comprehend what has happened.

Once, you were my friend,
My brother,
My alibi,
My family.
Once, I knew you.
Now I see a stranger,
A stranger who has killed, and destroyed.

In a world far off in the past,
We were children.
We were innocent.
In a world far off in the past,
We were together.

This was my fault
I stood off as darkness took hold.
It sank its claws in your skin,
Why didn't I do something?
Before it took your heart,
Your heart that was once so beautiful
That was once so kind.

I created this monster that stands before me,
And I'm sorry my friend,
But now I must undo what I have done.

Are monsters born or created?
I do not know,
But I made this one.

Once in a land far off in the past,
We loved each other.
Once in a land far off in the past,
I had not held a knife towards you.

I'm sorry, my friend,
Goodbye

#monsters #friendships

Ashton G Mar 2017

Why Must You Write?

Why must you write?
How strange, to question it.
To question something that is as needed as breathing.
For that is what I am;
A writer.
I shall bleed over the page,
To form words you question so adamantly.
I shall breathe in the sorrows of yesterday,
And expel them into the words of tomorrow.
I shall write the words I wish to scream.
Why must you write?*
Because, darling, I am a poet
I have no choice

#writing #poets

Ashton G Feb 2017

My Knife

My lipstick and fake smile drew you in

You didn't know about the knife under my tongue

Be careful

You'll kiss me and feel the sting,

But will be too far gone to care.

My fingertips are red from all the blood that I spilled.

My actions are fuelled by lust and hate.

Sweet little boy,

Be careful of the knife under my tongue

Because it will cut,

But you'll love the pain.

The flame that burns in my eyes is not a gentle one,

But a raging forest fire.

Sweet little boy,

You tasted the knife,

How was it?

Ashton G Jan 2017

Unknown Danger

The beast wavers in and out of sight,
Stalking it's prey.
Rarely seen but always there. The prey knows it's there but not its danger.
The beast waits,
And watches
While the prey walks blind and content.

— The End —