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  Aug 2018 Ash
Sydney Victoria
I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.
I’m in love with ocean. Her beauty, her grace. The secrets she harbors, the life she gives to all creatures. I love the way she holds me & makes me feel free. I am euphoric, I can see her now. No caps because I am truly meek in her presence.
  Aug 2018 Ash
margo
art isn’t dead, but are you?

we express ourselves through our clothes and shoes

in today’s society Davinci’s paintings aren’t cool

5,000 years ago and the artist is dead

aesthetics and drugs stuck in our head

Van Gogh painted the stars and the blue in the sky

he also cut his ear off and despised his life

teens are committing suicide and slitting their wrist

the blood is spewing out and they are taking pics

posting on social media because self harm is cool

when really you’re just being a tad bit cruel

splitting our veins to become an aesthetic

these kid are not art, these kids are pathetic

how dare you expect me to be empathetic

the red blood falls on the floor

we don’t have  anymore razors so grab your paintbrushes and draw some more


too much blood comes out and you don’t know what to do

paint palettes and sketchbooks still have some use

art is not dead,

but are you?
  Aug 2018 Ash
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
  Aug 2018 Ash
Aslam M
As if those straight long hair
was not enough
That you had to color them
to make it more graceful.  

As if those deep Eyes
were not enough
That you had to put Kohl
to make it more Ravishing.  


As if those oval Nostrils
were not enough
That you had to wear that nose ring
To make it more exquisite.  

As if that Smooth Neck
was not enough
That you had to now wear that Delicate necklace
To make it more irresistible.
  Jul 2018 Ash
Edmund black
Follow
The
Sounds
Of
Laughter
And
Joy
There
Love
Exist
Laughter is the fireworks of the soul and the sweetest vacation from a crazy world..... Cheers!
Ash Jul 2018
I know how this goes
I've been here before
I still let you in
Knowing that you will push me over this cliff
Knowing that you won't be there to hold me at the end of this cliff
I hate this
I want to say I hate you
I don't though because I don't care enough about you
I'm just naive so naive
I keep letting you in
But you are no longer invited
I won't open this flood gates again
I'm shutting them go play with someone else
You aren't invited anymore.
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