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Ashley Haack Mar 2015
Last summer...
           When we went to an elementary school,
                        To test out some throwing knives,
                                     And that target we made,
Ashley Haack Mar 2015
When sitting in the school coffee shop,
And all I hear is a group of immature guys,
Talking about how thirsty their friends are,
Complaining how ugly the ******* on twitter are,
Screaming and yelling and squealing at each other,
It makes me wish I weren't part of this generation.

I've given up on humanity.
  Mar 2015 Ashley Haack
Kevin Haack
She just lays in my lap
Most of the time
When she doesn't
She plays with my hair
Bating it back and forth
She looks at me with her
Big hazel eyes
Her fur so soft
And pure
I'll never let her go
Ashley Haack Mar 2015
Mr. Demon dreampt
With me wrapped in his arms
Nestled against his chest
In the light of the day
And when he awoke
He smiled at me
And said he'd dreampt
Of snowcones
Ashley Haack Mar 2015
There's so many things I want to do right now, but all I seem capable of is pressing back space and erase.
Eraseing the words and time tried phrases, deleting the ideas 'til all there is left is a blank white page.
A page with so much potential, bearing none of the marks of its' purgements, of its' rebirths.
Why is it so difficult to create something I don't want to destroy? Why do I keep starting over...?
Ashley Haack Mar 2015
The smell of your shampoo lingers upon them,
Ashley Haack Mar 2015
To all the high school wanna-be's who think their rapping is a  God given gift to the world... Please stop.
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