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Ash Sep 2015
You won't ever know
how lonely streetlights look at night.
Ash Sep 2015
I think this is my goodbye letter to you,
but, please, don't be mistaken,
for I don't intend on forever.
I count the waves one at a time
and wait to see
if the blood of cardinals is as red
as the color of their feathers.

I never wish of parting
but ends are ever inevitable.
The moon drinks all the water
and spits it all back out again.
Flowers eat the sunlight
and the sun will eat them back
when it gets hungry.

I say goodbye to you
in the way that fireflies die.
They burn with light in life
and the end is never seen
for the daylight takes over,
and we see the more colorful things
instead.

I whisper that I will see you again
to myself at night
when I'm alone.
And stack rocks in chains
just because I want to knock them down.

Goodbye.
Because puzzle pieces only
unravel us in the heart.
And writing good words only
gets you a fancy car
with no one to spill things in.
Goodbye because flowers cry dew
Goodbye because carbon dioxide is eating the green
Goodbye because I'm only 5'8" and
will never be as tall as I want to be
Goodbye.

I can't promise you I'll wait.
I can't promise God will not laugh at me.
But I tell you goodbye because
I'm stuck here.
Ash Aug 2015
They escape like bandits
and run like fire was eating at the hems of their pants.
Eyes lit like dynamite light,
they race across the track the stars set out for them.

They escape like bandits
and leave me to taste the dust they leave in their wake.
It tastes like burnt toast and the tears you cry.
  Aug 2015 Ash
morning glory
Somewhere there’s a boy wishing on dead stars and lost dreams and he knows this but he keeps doing it anyway. Somewhere there’s a girl sitting by the ocean, tears in her eyes, waiting for him to finally find the note she left under the promise ring he gave her two months ago, and come save her. She’ll eventually let the tides take her and she’ll become a part of the ocean, lost in between continents, while he is somewhere up in the sky, lost in between the stars that no longer shine, wondering if she might accept the expensive diamond ring in a velvet box he worked his whole life to afford.
Ash Aug 2015
He was a man with pools for eyes
the rage that darkly tinted them was the chlorine,
never distilled.
Convinced your heart was the same shape
as his,
that the sky is never black, but blue.
Blue like they all say.
Shooting stars looked like lit matches thrown into water
in those gelid eyes.
No wishes to be made here; keep on moving, folks.
The wash of the world in the wave of each fresh sunrise:
to him,
just another day to lose.
And the days did - they folded
and fell inside the others.
They held no divergence.
His acropolis never torn from the earth.
Not hurricanes or tsunamis, not earthquakes
could storm a plight larger than his anger.
Welcome the The Almighty Kingdom.
He the absolute fascist,
the dictatorial leader.
His word like handcuffs
shackling you to every. single. one.
A cape of misery that turns all wondering and curious eyes to grey.
Heart pressed within a room of shrinking walls.
Swallowing hurts, too, sometimes. Most times.
He reigns more stringently today than he did
the day before
and the day before
and the day before.
I’m afraid, scared, terrorized
by what the future here could hold.
Just angry sometimes that the world will never look the way I would like it to.
Ash Aug 2015
Maybe I'm looking for a miracle
between cracks in sidewalks,
something informal
to let me know
that angels don't cry for no reason.

And right now
I've stopped believing
that miracles
can be birthed in ditches filled of sewage trash.

Miracles are for the born luckies
and not those who are born rich.
Miracles lie with closed eyes --
but they've stopped dreaming.
Miracles drown
in the waters
of the tears
of those crying angels.

They fool you,
deceive you,
and make you believe the sunset will forever exist.

But one day,
the sun will not rise
and all the flowers
will wither and die.
Ash Aug 2015
And so we walk, and drive
to stop the faulted nails from hammering into our heads
and hearts.
And we remember.

We remember that rainbows
don't need to be seen for their *** of gold
but for their colors.

We remember that life has holding chains
and we are all grounded.

We remember that arms can hold you
even when the stars rip the world apart.
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