ashley-day - Hello Poetry

Each day melts into the next and I am stuck here wondering where all my elasticity disappeared too heavy and dark was your dead breath it coated my lungs like honey, thick and lifeless stealing away all moisture if any still remained around that deceased tree we danced in silence and empty did your hands feel around me your eyes hollowed out stones of a dry unwanted river bed Oh how you searched your lips over the crevices of mine, but dry and cracked was all that remained

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC

All That Remains

Each day melts into the next and I am stuck here wondering where all my elasticity disappeared too heavy and dark was your dead breath it coated my lungs like honey, thick and lifeless stealing away all moisture if any still remained around that deceased tree we danced in silence and empty did your hands feel around me your eyes hollowed out stones of a dry unwanted river bed Oh how you searched your lips over the crevices of mine, but dry and cracked was all that remained

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Frayed after many rains the knotted rope struggles to hold its own like a wilted fern before the first frost subdued but predictable veined designs trace the cloned leaves drawing the complicated rails of Manhattan’s underground Hugging closely woven for warmth dried leaves untwine. Released. Driven by a light breeze like tendrils sun kissed on a May vine Curled up at setting of the sun Mortared avocado green The fern resilient but serene

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC

Survivor

Frayed after many rains the knotted rope struggles to hold its own like a wilted fern before the first frost subdued but predictable veined designs trace the cloned leaves drawing the complicated rails of Manhattan’s underground Hugging closely woven for warmth dried leaves untwine. Released. Driven by a light breeze like tendrils sun kissed on a May vine Curled up at setting of the sun Mortared avocado green The fern resilient but serene

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Leaving those trusting eyes— was indeed the cruelest act I have ever partaken in. Tagging along after numerous hugs, These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as mortal enemy. Now this nonliving object was my ultimately my enemy. Silently they wept, I wrap my arms around her, I gave everything I had to offer. Hope Washing over the diluted curvatures of my face, my mind began to spin out of control. Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core. Every motherly instinct I possessed now Stood, perched in tip-toed fashion. Stunning those hopeful faces, I turned my back— like everyone else who had come before me. Sliding into the bus seat one final time, my numbness took over—aching taking refuge on a limb. Had I held them back from their victory? Or had I helped them pursue it? Transforming, I will never be the same. Will I go back for those kids?

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC

Spellbound

Leaving those trusting eyes— was indeed the cruelest act I have ever partaken in. Tagging along after numerous hugs, These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as mortal enemy. Now this nonliving object was my ultimately my enemy. Silently they wept, I wrap my arms around her, I gave everything I had to offer. Hope Washing over the diluted curvatures of my face, my mind began to spin out of control. Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core. Every motherly instinct I possessed now Stood, perched in tip-toed fashion. Stunning those hopeful faces, I turned my back— like everyone else who had come before me. Sliding into the bus seat one final time, my numbness took over—aching taking refuge on a limb. Had I held them back from their victory? Or had I helped them pursue it? Transforming, I will never be the same. Will I go back for those kids?

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May 16 I bit into the apple’s core one last time before tossing it out the window. It was just before sunrise and I was the only car traveling down the misty road at this early hour in the morning. 5:47 and I hadn’t had my first cup of coffee. I was still invigorated, restless at best. Sleep had run miles from me this past eve and all I could do was act in response to it’s disappearance. I made my way through the curves and foothills, pulled forward by the sweet smell of a fresh rain. After all, it was the first dawn that the sun grew his color, climbing the source of the sky. My tires rumbled along the gravel as I slowed to a still. I was greeted by lyrical birds: red bellied, brown, and blue. The soft grass felt damp under my toes, but it was cooling, comforting. I could smell the sweet hay which was so skillfully being churned to mulch by anxious, hunger stricken horses. Whinnies bellowed in rhythm from the depths of the stable. I tightened the saddle around her silk coated barrel and latched the supple leather to her muzzle. She was hypnotized too, I could sense it. That early morning fresh leapt forward, exerting her muscles into a gallop. We ran as one contingent soul stamped with the power of a strong spirit. The subtle breeze that tickled my nose, now fiercely pulled at my attire, blowing breathes of chilled mist down my skin. My eyes watered as I filled the space between us with joy and bounteous laughter. Those few seconds—we slowed down. They become moments of eternity. We were both free. Her breathes came in strokes, fogging our trail. We raced against time to meet the sun. Hurling through the trees we exhausted all innocence. Leisurely breaking from the strenuous expenditure of energy we waded through the clear creek. It soothed. Greeted by the harmonious rays which shined through the tree tops, we un-mounted. My legs unsure at the stillness of the ground. I sat on a tree stump, she grazed. Our eyes became fixated on the reflection the water mirrored back at us. Her eyes pierced the depths of the pond’s surface and so did mine, and meeting us in the middle was the sun, filling the gap between our faces.

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC

May 16th

May 16 I bit into the apple’s core one last time before tossing it out the window. It was just before sunrise and I was the only car traveling down the misty road at this early hour in the morning. 5:47 and I hadn’t had my first cup of coffee. I was still invigorated, restless at best. Sleep had run miles from me this past eve and all I could do was act in response to it’s disappearance. I made my way through the curves and foothills, pulled forward by the sweet smell of a fresh rain. After all, it was the first dawn that the sun grew his color, climbing the source of the sky. My tires rumbled along the gravel as I slowed to a still. I was greeted by lyrical birds: red bellied, brown, and blue. The soft grass felt damp under my toes, but it was cooling, comforting. I could smell the sweet hay which was so skillfully being churned to mulch by anxious, hunger stricken horses. Whinnies bellowed in rhythm from the depths of the stable. I tightened the saddle around her silk coated barrel and latched the supple leather to her muzzle. She was hypnotized too, I could sense it. That early morning fresh leapt forward, exerting her muscles into a gallop. We ran as one contingent soul stamped with the power of a strong spirit. The subtle breeze that tickled my nose, now fiercely pulled at my attire, blowing breathes of chilled mist down my skin. My eyes watered as I filled the space between us with joy and bounteous laughter. Those few seconds—we slowed down. They become moments of eternity. We were both free. Her breathes came in strokes, fogging our trail. We raced against time to meet the sun. Hurling through the trees we exhausted all innocence. Leisurely breaking from the strenuous expenditure of energy we waded through the clear creek. It soothed. Greeted by the harmonious rays which shined through the tree tops, we un-mounted. My legs unsure at the stillness of the ground. I sat on a tree stump, she grazed. Our eyes became fixated on the reflection the water mirrored back at us. Her eyes pierced the depths of the pond’s surface and so did mine, and meeting us in the middle was the sun, filling the gap between our faces.

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