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Palest
Lightest
Whitest
Safest
We are the palest, lightest race.
Hail from the whitest, safest place.
My attempt at a tyburn.
 Apr 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Nomad
We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

Those are the days that we should,
oh we really should reminisce.

It's those times that made us cry, laughing as our guts were on the floor,
it's the times we ran ourselves, straight into the door.
The ones where we were fools, just trying to get by,
the ones that makes us regret, ever saying good-bye.

That day,
when we finally realize,
those days are in the past,
that day when we realize, there's no way to make it all last.

O r  is there?
Why, a picture's worth a thousand words, why waste it on your selfies?
When you have friends and scenery alike, to hang up as your trophies?
You think it's worth keeping, a small little memory like those days,
because there aren't too many times you can have memory replays.

That day when you're old,
crippled and aged, no longer young and beautiful as you were,
is the day you must admit, did you waste your life away, or did you cause quite the stir?
Did you stir in people's hearts, your compassion and understanding?
Or will people remember you, if they can, as heartless and demanding?

That's the day you come to terms with yourself,
perhaps a day much too late,
where you realize, uh oh, no more shiny gate.

I'm not waiting for that day,
as I make them my moment anyway.
I share them with others, as best as I can,
because I'm just one, fragile little man.

I can't wait to see heaven, with all my friends and family around,
to hear the glorious trumpets, all ringing with that beautiful sound.

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?
I** 've searched all my life
L ooked far and wide
O over and under mountains
V erified by my tries
E ver lasting dedication
Y ou must feel the same
O our feelings were mutual
U nder this love I am tame
Another acrostic poem that I added some rhyme to.
Softly, now
Break me softly
Leave but your musings to the breeze
Let me revel in the tears I weep
Gently, now
Push me gently backward
With those hold-me-and-grow-old hands
Brush me aside like embraces were sand
Quickly, now
Quickly cut the ties
Do not stay to watch me crumble
Do not wait to hear me lie
 Apr 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Batya
My heart is made of glass,
From grains of sand
Collected with care.
When it came time for it to flower,
It was raised carefully
To a lover's lips
And blown and blossomed.
My heart is now shaped,
It is molded
And will set in time,
But in order for it to be my own
I had to tell him goodbye.

My heart is oh, so fragile,
One touch and it could burst.
It seems that two days
Before I'm of legal age
I'm more frail than I was at first.
For while a rare touch
Would have shattered me then,
It will keep me whole today.

We're in the sun, now.
You have a finger on my pulse
So that I don't bleed out.
If you knew  how crystalline I am
I wonder if you'd let me drop.
You wrote the words to my heart,
The ones that were written on the sand,
You held the glass blower's hand,
You will be the one to set me,
And I trust you with all of my glass heart.
 Apr 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Clare
the thought of him falling for a girl
who doesn't see the sun rise
when she looks in his eyes
or feel galaxies forming underneath his fingertips
when he holds her while she cries
***** the air right out of my lungs.
because there is an entire universe inside of that boy,
and he deserves someone who sees it.
Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?
I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.
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