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 Mar 22 Ash
To cleanse
 Mar 22 Ash

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste
 Jan 11 Ash
Eavan Boland
Flesh is heretic.
My body is a witch.
I am burning it.

Yes I am torching
ber curves and paps and wiles.
They scorch in my self denials.

How she meshed my head
in the half-truths
of her fevers

till I renounced
milk and honey
and the taste of lunch.

I vomited
her hungers.
Now the ***** is burning.

I am starved and curveless.
I am skin and bone.
She has learned her lesson.

Thin as a rib
I turn in sleep.
My dreams probe

a claustrophobia
a sensuous enclosure.
How warm it was and wide

once by a warm drum,
once by the song of his breath
and in his sleeping side.

Only a little more,
only a few more days
sinless, foodless,

I will slip
back into him again
as if I had never been away.

Caged so
I will grow
angular and holy

past pain,
keeping his heart
such company

as will make me forget
in a small space
the fall

into forked dark,
into python needs
heaving to hips and *******
and lips and heat
and sweat and fat and greed.
 Oct 2019 Ash
Glizelle Alderite
We have holes in our hearts
That are either
Scars from the past
Or empty compartments
To be filled in the future
 Jun 2019 Ash
P-Røšę Pøę
In a
mid summer's
we firmly

that only
made us

You are
and you
fall upon me
like I am

Sit close
to me
on the
tailgate of
my pickup
and take off
by the

Let's allow
this evening
quench all
needs and

written by me... ..
 Jun 2019 Ash
P-Røšę Pøę
As He looked away
   Jesus felt alone,


     Let Jesus know his sacrifice was not in vain,

         He gave all,

His burden taller than any wall,

            Let go of the hate and the disdain.

        Come party in glory,

             Come be a part of His heavenly story....

written by me... ..
 May 2019 Ash
Son of golden soil
What is scheduled to happen
Would certainly come to our way
We are only the characters
in this life's little play
Yesterday I was a hero
Today they think I am zero
Bless me the god
If I met with an odd
God save the truth
It is very bitter
It is not a cheater
It is also ****
And not very shrewd
 Apr 2019 Ash
Morgan Mercury
I never thought I would fall for you twice,
but here I am writing this poem.
I'm just a dandelion lost in this greenhouse
surrounded by these blooming beauties.
But hoping, hopefully
you would make a wish out of me.
You've got this look that makes me crave adventure.
You've got mountains in your eyes
and the northern wind in your soul.
I can't remember the last thing you said to me
and that's okay.
We never talked much thanks to my anxiety.
I'm not too far but my words have failed me so many moons
how am I suppose to talk to you?
You've got your future gripped tight by the wrist
and my hands are lost in all this space.
Maybe sometime in the years to come, I'll discover your footprints
and remember my high school crush all over again.
I'll stop and think if you're out in California making coffee for people,
like I overheard you say you wanted to do in math class that one time,
or strumming a guitar solo on stage somewhere in the city.
I just hope wherever you find yourself in time to come you're happy and smiling brighter than the stars.
I know not much will happen in these last eight months we have together,
but I want to thank you for the day you introduced yourself to me because you knew no one else in the class.
I know I'm just a dandelion in this great big greenhouse,
but I'm just really happy that you noticed me.
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