nash
American
"I'm Not saying and artist is more open minded, but a troubled soul is more likely to confide in." / im Nashley Ive been writing petty little poems that make me feel accomplished about something since i was about 13. i write about what i feel ,seen,want,hope for, or in the perspective most of it may be silly sounding but when i write i read it in the rhythm one would when preforming slam poetry so try that if your reading any of mine.
i want to put you on a pedestal
shine a bright light upon you
because i know what your going through
been there my self too
you don't think your beautiful
you think you'll never amount
i want to put you on a pedestal
to show you your just brand new
your hands may tremble and you feel insecure
you don't like all eyes on you
but that's what were really here for
all eyes on you all lights aimed high
so uncover your scars and break your binding bars
you have always been on my pedestal
you just never knew
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
reach into my soul
make me feel brand new
pull my heart strings
break my bones
leave me out to dry
let me blow in the wind
all i really want is just
to feel something again
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
i graduate in a week
planning all of my party and who to invite and greet
it hit me that you are gonna be there
its been 11 years
since you passed
it just hit me
you never got to see me grow up
you never got to see me at my lowest of lows
my highest of highs
my crys my sighs, my laughs and my ability at my terrible math
12 years of hell the worst and best 12 years old my life,
and its all just passed me by
and it
just
hit me
your not going to be there with me
the day i take my diploma and am legally considered independent
not only does this scare the hell out of me but
you wont get to see me this day walk onto that stage,
how unfair can that be?
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Do you think, the earth and the outer space are lovers
She asked
Do you think even after all of the meteors that outer space hurls towards earth
They’re still lovers?
Do you think they still enjoy each others company
Even though they're killing each other?
When all is said and done, the earth and outer space
Do not care what anyone says at the end of the day they love each other
They let their stars shine rather than their black holes show through
Are we, like the earth and outer space?
Although we scream and fight and throw awful words at each other
Are we still lovers?
Are we as stronger as two opposites?
Because no matter how much space we may endure my magnetic force
Always brings you closer…
So I ask are we like the earth and outer space, or are we a lost cause, an ending race?
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Mother sits
child at mind
can she feed her?
will they survive?
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
I saw him that day lie in the dirt
i could
see his face struck with hurt
come back to this earth!
cold as ice they put him in the ground
i wait and just listen for the sound
there was no rhythm
was no beating
just an assurance
this really means your leaving
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
If I was a bird
Just for one day, I’d have to learn how to fly
And I take off, far away
I would keep flying, until my arms changed from wings to arms
Until I was in mid air, just falling, no longer flying
Because that’s better than here
Than what I’m doing
Because ‘once I learn how to fly I’m never come down”
I’ll have to fall from the sky.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC
My head feels like exploding
From the aching its receiving
Everything is so ******* overwhelming
That’s just my everyday life
Growing up only gets harder from “here”
Take me somewhere no where near “here”
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
My point is
i liked you
and it just so happens to be
that i thought you might have liked
lil' ole' me
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
I come here
To walk
But all I do is think
I come here to rejoice
But all it does is hurt
I want to be happy
But my mirror is stuck with an obscene
Image, in its path
It’s just a reflective sticker on a piece of glass
Revealing to me who I am
So the sticker is not whats obscene,
It’s my own thinking
So here’s my first step toward
Making myself happy
Revealed and open
I’m breaking those mirrors
Until I can look with joy into
One
So I came here to walk,
I ended up thinking
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC