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I'm crawling
I'm crawling
I'm calling you, woman
my holy intrusion
I'm confused but still moving
I've been known to breathe like lakes do
been known to freeze
did you think I was blind
do you think I can't see ?
clearly
we all have our beasts
but mine is scaled and rather frail
and yours was born with teeth
so roar for me
and I'll feed you my body
you cannot hunt for my blood
after you've chosen to swallow me;

see i'm no old woman
and you are no wolf
with your fairy-tale face
your storybook looks
and oh what big eyes you have
no better way to haunt me
than the pain stains on my hands
from me and all my wanting
Shyanna Ashcraft Feb 2015
Listening to Music,
Slipping between the notes,
Letting myself get lost in the feeling-
The emotion- and stealing
Back the last bit of sanity.
The bit that I had been using
As a tug-o-war rope
Between me and the people
Who can't really see.

Writing.
Letting the thoughts flow
Through me as I dream of
Something soothing,
And creating something
Great to share with others.
Something maybe they
Can relate to,
But it's okay if they can't,
Because to be honest it was meant
More for self-healing than
For others' need to critique.

Art.
All aspects,
From drawing to painting
To molding and crafting or knitting.
Something to paint the scene
That's in my head,
The one that I can't see dead.
A form of venting,
True,
But also of sharing a view.
Casting to canvas,
Or whatever else you'd use,
The beauty of the world,
Or the painful bits,
You choose.

Escapes from my reality,
A cruise around the world,
A chance to see my dreams
In actuality,
Instead of forgetting them too soon.
A chance to chase my pain away,
To feel a little less bruised.
A moment to breathe with ease
At least, and it's never a moment to soon.
02-26-15
I don’t  remember the last time I kissed a galaxy,
I don’t remember what it feels like to be seen.
I can’t remember the last time I touched a star,
So darling, let’s go stargazing.

The sun wants to know how you light up the night,
The moon wants to know how you glow, it’s amazing.
I want to know how you burn so bright,
So darling, let’s go stargazing.

Only Jupiter holds a storm like your heart,
Only the stars give you worthy praising.
The space in between us is far too great,
So darling, let’s go stargazing.

The night sky holds all of our dreams,
The morning sun will soon be raising.
I don’t think I've seen a star shine like your eyes,
So darling, let’s go stargazing.

There’s a place I know where we could never go,
But it’s the most beautiful place I've seen.
And there's no one I’d rather take than you,
So darling, let’s go stargazing.
Shyanna Ashcraft Feb 2015
This is for the people,
For the bullies,
For the Monsters,
For the ones who want me to fall,
To scrape my knees,
Or crash my car.
This is a promise
That I swear to keep.
A message to the evil ones,
Or to the ones who just don't believe.
This is the song
The one I'll continue to sing,
The one that means everything.
This is the poem of my people,
Of this generation.
This is the one that'll speak for thousands,
And have a different meaning for every one.
This is the artwork that has every color,
The one splashed on every cover,
The one you'll always remember,
Because it's the one the strong ones recite.
These are the words that speak to your heart,
The ones that are already there,
Even if you don't yet know.
This,
This is our motto,
This is our war cry,
Our victory chant,
Our promise,
Our dream,
Our secret,
Our scream,
These,
These are the words of the unappreciated.
This is a vow to always succeed.
To all the bad,
The cruel,
The evil.
The farther you push us,
The farther we'll go.
You'll be our ladder to success.
You'll be our motivation.
You'll be our dreams' creator,
And also its creation.
You are only making me win,
When all you want is for me to lose.
You every action is a contradiction,
Because they're the opposite of every word you choose.
You will degrade me,
And hurt me,
And try to make me cry,
But no matter what I'll just keep rising,
And you'll still be below me,
Trying to tear down the Eiffel Tower,
With not but your hands.
And from our perch in the clouds,
We'll laugh as we shout down,
*"The farther you push us,
The farther we'll go."
02-26-15
Just a little something. I'd thought of the phrase "The farther you push me, The farther I'll go" earlier today when thinking of how every word a bully says makes me just want to prove them wrong. They'll try push you off a cliff, and into a downward spiral, But you can win by moving forward. The farther they push you toward the cliff, the farther you're actually moving toward success. The more discouragements they sling, the more you'll want to prove them wrong by reaching your dream.
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
Is there anything as beautiful
As a piece of paper?
There it lies,
Waiting patiently,
For your pen to mark it,
For the very first time.
A metaphor?
A metaphor.
A great one,
For the way our lives all go.
We'll start each day,
Like a sheet of brand new paper.
The turn of the notebook page,
Signifying the dawn of a new day.
The start of a new notebook,
Being the start of a new chapter in our lives.
They come together to make a book,
Which we may title with our name.
And we're just one of many,
But still unique in our own way.
The paper shows how we start fresh,
Clean, if you may,
And sometimes there'll be a marks that
Are predetermined,
But we learn to live with them.
And in the end,
The paper can be both
A mess to some,
And beautiful to others.
But it's still
Our story,
And when our life ends,
When the last notebook is filled,
It will come to be all we have,
And all we've ever had.
Our story can go on,
Leading to great things,
Being reused to aid in someone else's,
Or perhaps forgotten all together.
But it's still there,
And it's still us,
And parts of it,
Surely,
Will be featured in another's story.
Because life is like a sheet of paper,
And we are both the pen,
And the sheet we write on.
Other people's pens will sometimes mark us,
And we will sometimes mark theirs.
But in the end,
Our blank paper
Will have become something,
Something more complex.
Something grand,
Something meek,
Something strong,
And something weak,
Something beautiful,
Something ugly,
Something painful,
Something happy,
Something true,
And something fiction,
Something old,
And something new.
Something.
Written 12-24-14
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