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ashton-driscoll
American I am Ashton Driscoll. 21 years old and in college. I've been writing things since I was young, and have finally put it out for other people to see. I'm open minded, craving a new world, and I have an undying passion for music.
Breathing heavy The fervor of grasps and moans They take over Every single thought in my mind. Your skin It envelops my body in a cocoon. Back arching And you’re there to lift me. I feel you And this is where you’re most raw. Whispering The words you think I want to hear. Never knowing That we could have this passion elsewhere This ****** Is nothing without the emotional intimacy You don’t see That I am already finished with this You strive For the happy ending you always think of As for me I am looking for something real
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Two Happy Endings
You are a cancer. A disease that spreads. A lovely plague that fills me up. You're everywhere and I won't escape. As if I'd ever want to. I love this disease. And with each mentioning of the cancer that is you, my smile only widens and my heart beats loudly. Spread yourself through me and dig yourself deep. I won't search for a cure and I'll let you take your course. We've got a week times forever, but don't bother taking your time. Be a wildfire, spreading quickly through me. Don't stop burning until you've consumed me. Because I am all yours, love.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Lovely Cancer
Darling, I love the way you make my heart beat. A soft beat to lay the foundation of a beautiful symphony. You're conducting my world in a lovely way. Your long phrases of melodic proportions. You let the song flow from you and you make it seem so effortless. Your hands paint a portrait that words could never express fully. You guide each player, each voice and the whole world is in tune. Each part harmonizing with the other. Each musician and voice combined. These melodies surround my head and play a glorious song for us. Darling, conductor, whatever it be. You have made my heart a symphony.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Symphonies
Tears fall on torn pages. It's so hard to say my feelings. So I write them down in notebook pages. Some you'll never see. Some you probably will. It depends on its purpose; to say something or to express inner thoughts. I feel like I'm tearing or I'm slowly ripping apart. Torn between too many things and making too many decisions. It's all adding up to some climactic event where I finally explode and my thoughts seep through. How much longer can I hold it all in? I can only spill so many tears until I start spilling words.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
Spilling
She was spinning, the world flowing around her. She was her own axis, everything revolved around her body and mind. Who knew that one person would make it all stop? Who knew that one boy could change the orbiting? Surely, the girl didn’t. He came from nowhere, but from everywhere at the same time. He knew nothing but everything all at once. He smiled at her, but was stern with her. He loved her, but he was infuriated with her. This boy changed her world, and she changed his. He was watching, the world a film before his eyes. He was the audience, watching everything play before him without interaction. Who knew that one person would pull him in? Who knew that one girl could change the characters? Surely, the boy didn’t. She came from the top, and he from the bottom. She was shallow, and he was in so deep. She scowled at him, and he could only smile at her. She despised him, but he loved her. This girl changed his world, and he changed hers. They were dancing, The world in their hands. They were the leaders, Controlling their fates with a small gesture. Who knew two people had that effect? Who knew that two people could bring such change? Surely, they didn’t. They controlled the world, Without knowing it. With a smile, The sun came over the horizon. With the tears, The rain drenched the world. With a kiss, The people fell in love. With a fight, The people created chaos. They changed the world, And the world changed them.
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
The Star and the Wallflower
And as he began to fall toward that darkness, He felt her grasp around him tightly. Pulling, pulling, but gravity overpowers strength. And down again he falls toward that darkness. Greed, lust, hate have overcome his once pure heart. And the love there was has disappeared. The darkness is overpowering the light inside. Goodbye fellow angels, hello demons below. Let’s dream with our eyes open, And see what is not even there. These wild fantasies overtake reality. And the darkness overcomes. Shadows are the only things that understand. The past is an enemy to his soul. The present is something to be dealt with. The future is his dearest friend. Darkness is all that he knows now. Everything is a shadow, passing by quickly. The future is an open book waiting to be written on. He wants the world and that book in his hands. One last look up at the past above him, And then he plummets down, down. Goodbye angels, hello demons. Satan’s helpers are the only companions this future holds. Darkness is the thing that he lives in. A dreary fog that blinds him. Dreaming of better things in this Hell. Those are just the lies that the devil’s been showing him.
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:58 PM UTC
Darkness
It's been too long since I have seen you. My heart has been pounding with the beat of waiting. Ba(dum) Ba(dum) Your heart's with mine. Together we're building a poetic symphony. I feel your touch and this tempo quickens as the goosbumps rise and I'm feeling [electric]. Your arms around me and I hear your whispers. "I love you," you say and my sky is on fire. Burn, Burn, Burn! This passion is burning! I feel my world turning and my mind is toppling. You are the cause of the chaos in me. My stability is overturned and feelings overwhelm. You replace the naive girl with a passion unknown and a heart released and a mind opened. I'm in a new world when I'm with you. This chaos is foreign territory and I want to explore
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
Exploring Foreign Territory
Sweet love you've got your grasp and it's holding on oh so tightly (but I'm so willing). Choking back thoughts making my mind go blank. (I wanted this though. I love this torture) The room is spinning and I hear whispers "my dear, my love, my life." (My slave, my victim, my corpse) Those piercing blues (red hues) have got me captivated (mesmerized you control me. Love is my one master.)
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Love Lies