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 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
Star Girl
For the first time,

I hate freaking out.
But, I love you.
I hate not feeling good enough.
But, you make me feel whole.
I hate thinking one day you'll leave.
But, for now I'm safe in your arms.
I hate crying.
But, I don't want to worry you.
I hate not letting you help me.
But, I love when you don't listen.
I hate letting you down.
But, you told me I make you proud.
I hate what my mind does.
But, I trust that you're the one.

That's it, I trust you.
 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
oni
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 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
oni
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i miss you
as you are the sun
and i am the moon
who pass,
but never touch
Hello, I'm nobody
I wish I could become someone
but I guess that won't happen
my minds exploded
damaged or dead making repair
Almost impossible

Again, like I said I'm nobody
so I guess no one will notice
If I take  myself away.
Not ending myself but shutting down
never Again to know the light of day

I said before I wish I was someone
people cared about
But I said before, I'm nobody
and that no one will ever doubt
Pressure, deadlines,
Trauma and stress,
Give me the weight of the world,
And I will carry it.

But as strong as I am,
I'm even more weak.
My strength is all surface,
But my weakness runs deep.

Inside I'm so fragile,
So please be aware,
Like glass, I break easily,
So handle with care.

Give me impossible jobs,
And I will fight through them all,
But if you throw a sharp word,
I will crumble and fall.

I'm strong but so weak,
I'm fragile, hard to reach,
My strength is thin, my weakness deep,
So please break in, but don't break me.
Soon
my weekend will never end
my night will never disolve
my party will never curtail
but for now I dream
 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
Mae Lahlee
It picked her up like a
helpless little leaf.
And didn't even mind
That she was really trying.
Selfish
Nature.

The room started spinning
Her mind went numb.
She felt nothing.
And she felt it everywhere.
Spinning.
Dizzy.
And then it stopped and she

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I bet you couldn't guess what inspired this poem!
 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
Poetic T
"I am the spirit of the dead,"
They talk through me
Death,*
Whispers,
Clearly,
The living must walk the halls
Life* is the wrong
All must
"Sing the song of silent breath"
Essence of warmth is a sacrilege,
All must be cold in
Stillness,
Serenity,
Tranquillity
Will not be found, all must release themselves
From the torture of life
"Only death is eternal"
I have taken many,
"I am telling you this,"
There is a
Beginning
&
End
You will sleep in persistent peace
Like the rest,
So many immortal in
The halls, each have a place,
"Do"
"Not"
"Worry"
"The missing are never to be found"
Prey with relief, when I release your burden
"I Am The Spirit Of The Dead"
Life is fleeting the only comfort is in death
Invisible like the spirit never known or seen,
You don't even realise I'm out there, culling the herd.
The spirit speaks through me, all life ends cold.
The best serial killers are the ones you never know are even out there
 Nov 2014 Ashley Lopez
Just Melz
Think positive

                   Have you learned nothing about      
                   me?


Have you learned nothing of me?

                      -.-

Fire with fire... Questions with questions

                     Smoke with ashes, I'll smother
                       you -.-


After nine lashes, you've nothing better to do?

                      Before your funeral, you've got
                      nothing better to say?


Inhibitions compensated, though so futile. Bury yourself beneath your yesterdays.

                      Trial and error, yet so naive.
                       Through your mistakes and
                       heartaches, you still
                       overcompensate.


Smiling through tears, and tearing through smiles? What do you fear--everything prior, or just one more trial?

                       Been crying through the pain
                        for far too long. I fear...
                       Simply everything, to avoid
                      the hurt, why is that so wrong?


Not wrong, but you hold doubt where hope belongs. Don't wallow in the dirt, or hold on to this morning's dawn.

                       But where I should see hope,
                       there's only despair. I'm not
                       wallowing, simply realistic. It's
                       really not fair, to assume I'm
                       being over dramatic.


Learn to cope when people are unfair. Try hallowing what you know's simplistic. There's much in the air, besides the cruelness of fanatics.

                          But the evil is overwhelming,
                           it truly surrounds me, in my
                          mind and my heart.
                          Sometimes, I can't help but
                         fall apart...


When the Devil is swelling, his doings unruly, and it all mounts on you, know there is kindness. Just part with the bad times and take the goodness to heart.
Just a typical conversation between me and Frank. :)
Thought we'd share.
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