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 Sep 2018 ashley m
Lina Lotus
The underworld calls
I seek entrance to that invisible realm
The ferryman waves
I saved my coins, but he says my coins are no good in his world, so
He tells me to wait  
I hear whispers
The ferryman laughs and the turning waters summon me
Another journey
into darkness
I pay the ferryman
The underworld calls
I wrote this shortly after my car accident- was feeling pretty dejected at the time
 Sep 2018 ashley m
Pyrhos
Come walk through the grains with me
Sand shimmering like stars
Constellations of symmetry
See them join and split apart

Come watch over new stars with me
Sparks dancing in our eyes
Starlight like you could never see
Make our home among the skies

Come paint these skies blue with me
Hide and seek between the clouds
Dive right into a stormy sea
Roam unseen depths darkness enshrouds

Come make mountains move with me
Paint monumental worlds
A playground of pure fantasy
Watch your minds power unfurl

Come and wander this world with me
Adventure awaits the bold
Surmount a cliff or climb a tree
What mysteries do cities hold?

Come fly to the stars with me
Let's make this journey never end
I'll be the boat to your sea
All you will need is a pen
 Sep 2018 ashley m
Haze
I am help captive in the arms of my captor

Only looking at the future it gave, no other

Walking up the path filled with grave-given, fallen flowers

I rise above the clouds having hope as my only power

This is she to me, *España y Filipinas
This was my own attempt in interpreting the message of a painting made by one of my countries best painters, Juan Luna. It was actually in the test given for arts class where they asked us to write a one-verse poem about how we interpret Espana y Pilipinas and this was my answer to that portion of the test. I must say, a lot of culture and symbolism in one painting. I realize how great the other art forms are besides poetry.
 Apr 2017 ashley m
Dhaye Margaux
I am the girl in this forest but you can't see me as human
You are used to call me a different cognomen
I have been trying so hard just to make you see
But you still find a dark and scary creature in me

Those dead bodies buried six feet below the ground
I hear their souls calling,  I hear the gloomy sound
Into your cruel minds,  I was the criminal
You cleave into my name the darkest pin of betrayal

I wonder why you always see me as a dark creature
And you only look at my color as my valid nature
Look at the moon that shines brightly over me
She wants to show who I am and yet you cannot see

I am the girl in this forest, I am a human like you
It is your mind,  it is your eyes that don't see what is true
Your mind thinks all the darkness,  your eyes  see what's skin deep
You paint in me an image that will make me mourn and weep

I'm just a girl in this forest who cease myself to live as free
For no matter what I do, a scary crow is what you see.
Beauty is in the eye of beholder.
In this cruel world, the critical society is a painter.

Cognomen: any name,  especially a nickname
 Apr 2017 ashley m
Elioinai
It came so unexpectedly,
Quiet, and suddenly,
Crashing down in wondrous waves,
And now I understand all the raves,
Of the amazing, unfathomable love of God.
Never have I been so assured, or had such comfort,
Felt such warmth, or known no effort
Of mine can change this,
I really do stand solidly,
With nothing to fear around me,
Pain can come and temptations pull,
But nothing,
NOTHING, nothing
Will ever separate me from the love of God.
It came so unexpectedly,
Quiet, and suddenly,
Crashing down in wondrous waves,
And now I understand all the raves,
Of the amazing, unfathomable love of God.
December 26, 2012
You are my ocean,
Full of life and patience,
From all the fishes in the sea,
You are the one that feeds me.

You are my mountain,
Sturdier than any craven,
From above you watched over me,
Keeping me safe from my killing spree.

You are my sky,
Your vast kindness covers the azure high,
Soaring through the air with your white wings,
Healing and nurturing every of my being.

You are my inferno,
Your voice gives me courage for the morrow,
Burning passion fills your eyes,
Chasing after your dreams for miles.

You are my friend,
Always by my side till the end,
I won't like to see you alone,
So lets bump fists our friendship do regrow.
A poem dedicated to whom I admire.
 Apr 2017 ashley m
Lunar
some things are not meant to be returned
be it a library’s borrowed book
or hands that cannot hold ours and leave us cold

because we need those things
as reminders of the people
who once borrowed or took what belongs to us

and in our story

i know why i remember you so well:
it is my warmth which you borrowed
and my heart that you took
i thought of a friend who hasnt returned my lang leav book.
and i thought of you who has neither returned my heart nor given yours in exchange, wjh
 Apr 2017 ashley m
Lunar
I loved too much
wishing I'm the key
of the happiness
that he goes out to seek

I loved too much
but I'm still too weak
to be the writer
I want him to read

I loved too much
too much of he
who didn't even know
of the love that grew inside of me

I love too much
too much to see
the reality
of impossibility
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