ashley-singh - Hello Poetry

Ever since I was young, I wanted to grow up to be a cigarette Because it was the only thing my father could never let go of. Something he could always show off. And Be proud of. Ever since I was young I wanted to grow up to be a cigarette But I was nothing more than just your ash tray How you would dump me on the floor You swore I was nothing important to you ... Wait... Wait now, ash Sit back Relax Don't forget to breathe, if the smoke doesn't get to you first And picture yourself sitting on the side of the street again That day You fell on your knees And realized there was no one there to help you get back up. With tears in your eyes, you saw a cloud of smoke arrive but it floated right passed you. This desparate want that I had was just a feud But phew! I knew it was something I would eventually get through. I guess, after all, you just really really wanted to be the cancer to my cigarette.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC

ashley-singh

Ash Tray

Ever since I was young, I wanted to grow up to be a cigarette Because it was the only thing my father could never let go of. Something he could always show off. And Be proud of. Ever since I was young I wanted to grow up to be a cigarette But I was nothing more than just your ash tray How you would dump me on the floor You swore I was nothing important to you ... Wait... Wait now, ash Sit back Relax Don't forget to breathe, if the smoke doesn't get to you first And picture yourself sitting on the side of the street again That day You fell on your knees And realized there was no one there to help you get back up. With tears in your eyes, you saw a cloud of smoke arrive but it floated right passed you. This desparate want that I had was just a feud But phew! I knew it was something I would eventually get through. I guess, after all, you just really really wanted to be the cancer to my cigarette.

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The night you asked me out for the first time, I was so happy, I locked myself in my room and danced my heart away. Now, let me just say: I am NOT a dancer. But for me, you were always the answer. When I'd scroll through my contacts in need of someone to talk to You were the only one who actually answered. You were the Adam to my Belle Until the beast in you showed But... I could tell you had an acute schizophrenic episode And even though it made you lash out in an aggressive way We both knew it was only going to be another repetitive movement And you still had to work on self-improvement And I still cared about you! Because of that one rainy day You slipped and fell You felt like you were going through hell but while everyone walked by you, I was the one who helped you get back on your feet. Then I realized. "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's learning to dance in the rain." And with Florida's weather, that's a lesson you just have to learn because The night you asked me out for the first time I was so happy, I locked myself in my room and danced my heart away Because I had given to you.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC

ashley-singh

To Dance or Not to Dance

The night you asked me out for the first time, I was so happy, I locked myself in my room and danced my heart away. Now, let me just say: I am NOT a dancer. But for me, you were always the answer. When I'd scroll through my contacts in need of someone to talk to You were the only one who actually answered. You were the Adam to my Belle Until the beast in you showed But... I could tell you had an acute schizophrenic episode And even though it made you lash out in an aggressive way We both knew it was only going to be another repetitive movement And you still had to work on self-improvement And I still cared about you! Because of that one rainy day You slipped and fell You felt like you were going through hell but while everyone walked by you, I was the one who helped you get back on your feet. Then I realized. "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's learning to dance in the rain." And with Florida's weather, that's a lesson you just have to learn because The night you asked me out for the first time I was so happy, I locked myself in my room and danced my heart away Because I had given to you.

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I've counted every firefly Waiting for you One You have stars in your eyes Two And stardust in your lungs Three Your voice will drip with honey Four My counting's just begun Sixteen Every day will be and adventure Seventeen I'll travel the world with you Eighteen We won't have to leave the bed Nineteen My world will be you Forty-three We'll compare scars Forty-four And swap the best stories Forty-five We won't care about accomplishments Forty-six We're each other's greatest glories One hundred and eight I'm getting lonely dear One hundred and nine I counted this firefly twice One hundred and ten The waiting will be worth it One hundred and eleven You'll be my only vice One thousand and twenty-one I don't think you're coming One thousand and twenty-two I lost count a long time ago, I hope you're counting too.

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ashley-singh

May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC

mo-frederickson

Fireflies

I've counted every firefly Waiting for you One You have stars in your eyes Two And stardust in your lungs Three Your voice will drip with honey Four My counting's just begun Sixteen Every day will be and adventure Seventeen I'll travel the world with you Eighteen We won't have to leave the bed Nineteen My world will be you Forty-three We'll compare scars Forty-four And swap the best stories Forty-five We won't care about accomplishments Forty-six We're each other's greatest glories One hundred and eight I'm getting lonely dear One hundred and nine I counted this firefly twice One hundred and ten The waiting will be worth it One hundred and eleven You'll be my only vice One thousand and twenty-one I don't think you're coming One thousand and twenty-two I lost count a long time ago, I hope you're counting too.

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As you search twice For meanings Cleverly stood Hid in abstract Paradoxical format Ingeniously pushed Between lines Of landscape analogies Fictitiously portrayed In anonymous contagious ideologies I'm sorry For your losses Of time and duress Yet my incomplete thoughts Can riddle even the best Into a landscape Of wild weeds and laughter I waste away In time torn pasture Where timeless turns To dusty grey I push save poem And slip away...

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ashley-singh

May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC

TravelerTim

LANDSCAPES

As you search twice For meanings Cleverly stood Hid in abstract Paradoxical format Ingeniously pushed Between lines Of landscape analogies Fictitiously portrayed In anonymous contagious ideologies I'm sorry For your losses Of time and duress Yet my incomplete thoughts Can riddle even the best Into a landscape Of wild weeds and laughter I waste away In time torn pasture Where timeless turns To dusty grey I push save poem And slip away...

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When you come to see me, dear, Wear stars in your eyes So I know you're true. And when you speak to me Keep honesty in your voice So I believe in you. When you come to see me, dear, I'll wear my heart on my sleeve So you know that I am true. And when I speak to me I'll have flowers on my tongue Because I believe in you

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ashley-singh

May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC

mo-frederickson

Untitled

When you come to see me, dear, Wear stars in your eyes So I know you're true. And when you speak to me Keep honesty in your voice So I believe in you. When you come to see me, dear, I'll wear my heart on my sleeve So you know that I am true. And when I speak to me I'll have flowers on my tongue Because I believe in you

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They were scared of the dark And the monsters under the bed. I guess they all forgot Real monsters live in your head. They come out to play When the sun sets in your eyes. The skin you wear Is just a tricky disguise. Inside you're green And your claws are large. Your sweet voice is gone, Becoming the sound of a battle charge. So don't light a match, We don't even need a spark. Just turn the lights off, The truth comes out in the dark.

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ashley-singh

May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

mo-frederickson

Here Be Monsters

They were scared of the dark And the monsters under the bed. I guess they all forgot Real monsters live in your head. They come out to play When the sun sets in your eyes. The skin you wear Is just a tricky disguise. Inside you're green And your claws are large. Your sweet voice is gone, Becoming the sound of a battle charge. So don't light a match, We don't even need a spark. Just turn the lights off, The truth comes out in the dark.

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An action. Never-ending. It's the way I love because I love the wrong way. I lust for items, I lust for touch. Most of all, I lust for us to be chest to chest. With ragged breathing, sweaty palms. Wet lips and all thought gone. No gentle whispers. No soft clutch. To be held tight. To be kissed rough. I do not lust for hand holding or that over used, three worded phrase. The only three words I lust for are 'I want you'. The only whisper be our skin brushing together. Nails raking down your back. A sigh of ecstasy at a long-awaited ****** And when my body hungers for more, Lust will call you back to my door.

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ashley-singh

May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC

mayah-nance

Lust

An action. Never-ending. It's the way I love because I love the wrong way. I lust for items, I lust for touch. Most of all, I lust for us to be chest to chest. With ragged breathing, sweaty palms. Wet lips and all thought gone. No gentle whispers. No soft clutch. To be held tight. To be kissed rough. I do not lust for hand holding or that over used, three worded phrase. The only three words I lust for are 'I want you'. The only whisper be our skin brushing together. Nails raking down your back. A sigh of ecstasy at a long-awaited ****** And when my body hungers for more, Lust will call you back to my door.

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- Some call me romantic But I don’t think that’s true I just write down these feelings I have inside for you I have no formal training No poetry degree Just a pen and paper I keep in front of me So when I think about you Which happens all the time I scribble out some phrases That often seem to rhyme Perhaps they look like verses They’re kept in groups of four And filled with my affection For someone I adore And yes some are poetic Though that is not my plan I just want you forever I want to be your man Okay…they sound romantic And maybe I am too But it’s not really all that hard To write down I love you

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ashley-singh

May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC

chris-g

Okay...maybe I am

- Some call me romantic But I don’t think that’s true I just write down these feelings I have inside for you I have no formal training No poetry degree Just a pen and paper I keep in front of me So when I think about you Which happens all the time I scribble out some phrases That often seem to rhyme Perhaps they look like verses They’re kept in groups of four And filled with my affection For someone I adore And yes some are poetic Though that is not my plan I just want you forever I want to be your man Okay…they sound romantic And maybe I am too But it’s not really all that hard To write down I love you

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This deafening dead air has never left my side. After a while, I couldn't speak anymore Breathing became a difficulty that it left my throat sore This parasite that had entered my body only put me in danger I was its host. Its target. Its purpose for ambition. When it happened to be the purpose of this penumbra upon my heart that's now disintegrated However, this turn of events that occurred before my very eyes just so happened to be a big flash of light because within a matter of seconds after you being in my sight for the first time, all my issues had just seemed to have disappeared. I was left speechless...

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC

ashley-singh

Silence.

This deafening dead air has never left my side. After a while, I couldn't speak anymore Breathing became a difficulty that it left my throat sore This parasite that had entered my body only put me in danger I was its host. Its target. Its purpose for ambition. When it happened to be the purpose of this penumbra upon my heart that's now disintegrated However, this turn of events that occurred before my very eyes just so happened to be a big flash of light because within a matter of seconds after you being in my sight for the first time, all my issues had just seemed to have disappeared. I was left speechless...

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