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Ashlea May 2013
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I would write about my feelings toward you,
but I can't write.
And I would draw about my feelings toward you,
but I can't draw.
So, I guess, I'll just stay quiet,
and admire you from afar.
Ashlea Feb 2014
you tried to break me,
but you're too late.
i'm already broken.
wrote this in my notes a while back and planned to finish it, but i never did, so i'm just posting it. it's sad and i'm sorry
Ashlea Mar 2017
For as long as the rain falls,
I have to admit,
I’ll be falling too.
Ashlea Mar 2017
How can you not see,
That I’m hurting constantly?
I have gone through life,
Worrying about others. But, what about myself?
How can you not try,
Try to help, comfort, support me?
I have to carry others, while I carry myself.
After a while, that carrying becomes too much.
And you have to decide,
Drop others or drop yourself.
And for me,
It’s always myself.
How can you not see,
That I’m constantly hurting?
From the pain of carrying,
Constantly caring,
For others.
Never myself.
Ashlea Feb 2017
A circle is never-ending.
And I want to think
That is what we are.
Ashlea Feb 2017
I am an empty coloring book,
Waiting for someone to add color to my life.
The closest I’ve ever come to being a colorful being
Was when you walked into my life.
I didn’t know how my life could be like this.
Your words, my smile, our conversations
Were all watercolors scattered between it all.
There were pinks and reds and blues.
Then it turned black and white again,
When you decided it was time to go,
Move on to somewhere new.  
And I was left waiting,
To become a bright watercolor masterpiece once more.
Ashlea Feb 2017
I have been sitting,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Praying,
That you’d come back to me.
You’d see that what you left behind is someone who was special.
Is special.
But I continue to pray,
Hope,
Wish,
And sit
Until you come back home.
Where you belong.
Ashlea Mar 2017
I literally can’t go to the mall
Without doing my homework first.
And I literally can’t take my money
Without carrying a purse.
I literally can’t text my friends
Without having my parents see.
I literally can’t leave the house
Without having my annoying brother with me.

I literally can’t do this and that.
I literally can’t own a cat.
There are literally so many things I want to do,
But I LITERALLY can’t do those, too.
This is a poem where I embraced my inner middle school girl. The assignment for one of my methods courses was to create a poem with a recurring word or phrase.
Ashlea Apr 2015
I want your 2pm rants,
I want your 8pm cuddles,
I want your 10pm "goodnights."
And most importantly,
I want to feel you next to me
at 4am.
Pulling me closer,
making me feel safe.
Ashlea Feb 2017
I am constantly misread.
By the way I speak,
The words I write,
And the actions I do.
Everything is analyzed in such a way, today
That there is no way around it.
We are criticized,
Yelled at,
Belittled,
Because of words we did not say.
But for the interpretations people take from our
Words we speak,
Words we write,
And actions we do.
Life was simple back then
When I wasn’t constantly misread.
Ashlea May 2013
And I waited,
Waited for anything,
Anything to happen.
But nothing did.
And sadly,
I saw that coming.
Ashlea Mar 2017
I am a flower.
Hard to handle
At times
Because of my thorns.
However, I am strong,
I can grow, and
I’m beautiful
Ashlea Mar 2017
People are constantly waiting for something more,
Something better,
Then what they have now.
But why,
Why are people constantly trying to find more,
Experience more,
Live life differently?
When what they could be doing
Is appreciating what they have right
Now.
Ashlea Feb 2017
I tried to let go,
Of who I was before.
But the weight of the past just kept
Tugging
and pushing
me backward.
I know where I am now is where I need to be.
But there’s always that thought that pops into my mind.
That I should have taken an alternate path.
Maybe that would have brought me to a better place,
A safer place,
A place I would rather be.
Ashlea Feb 2017
Breathe in,
Rise up.
Down dog,
And twist.
Serenity washes over you.
You are strong, you are complete, you are able.
Breathe out.

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