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 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
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 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
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Us
I'd rather hold onto
the memories of people
gone than try to untangle
the broken strings.
I've never been the best
at delicacy or alusiveness.
 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
my00raaah
Once more, I said once more.
I'll pick myself up once more.

The ache's too much to take-
but.. I won't break.


I said once more-
take me back the days before...
 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
Poetic T
She faded into the oblivious shadows of night,
The mardi-gras converted from dawn to daylight.
Where she danced elegantly in ballroom raves
She etched her body to the rhythm flowing in waves.

Her hunger was lustful in her eternally gazing eyes,
She kept her secrets beneath beauty's seductive gaze,
But when heart beats drowned out the soulful harmony
Penetrating eyes hummed on gullible  minds uncertainty.

Her burgundy lips etched on life's needing of lustful kisses,
Eager thoughts on this chardonnay on lips it glistened.
Drained off needing, she rested them peacefully in death
Never noticing until departed that they are exempt of breath.

Invigorated she released the energy of life on the dancefloor
Day descended into nights embrace, so she left out the backdoor,
Upon the streets she smiled at the masks hiding her secrets
When an invite did fall in to her hands, her next feed on a leaflet.
 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
Poetic T
Through the halls footsteps clambered unearthly
Searching for those of choosing deemed unworthy.
Never did she gaze with eyes upon their moral coils
She would wait till shunned and glance upon her spoils.

No arms outstretched just entwined in a jacket of covering
Apparition of no form leaching on life, she became uncovered
To show what was beneath this jacket of soulful corroded white
Leaching forward did strands seep entangled in her blight.

Screams were silenced as strands did inhale every noise heard,
Death was warped, in a state of purgatory both were blurred.  
A vessel of anger, her wrath fed others who slept in darkness,
They tormented her soulless form, a vessel of corruption incarnate.

A puppet to inhale all essence of what shone dimly bright.
But every time she glanced upon a light that was finite,
An echo remained in her now blackened gaze a tear fell
With each soul devoured a essence in her did linger, dwell.

Though she was a spirit that fell, corruption was expelled
In all droplets that descended, not all went dark some was withheld.
That which matter ascended beyond the cloths white glimmer.
Though they were consumed, a portion flew even though dimmer.

She hungered for the warmth in the recesses of her dwellings
To consume all that was uninvited, cloth is her telling
Her pain is felt through every touch consumed in her obscurity,
Depleted but hidden there still linger a tear of soulful purity.
 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
Poetic T
On glass it skated its thoughts
Breath of exhaled death lingered
It told of its intentions. The mirror
Shone like the sun was birthed.

Then faded in to oblivions face,
Obliteration consumed it façade
Till no shadow or light gleamed.
I remember transfixed on this moment.

Would I touch what was clearly wrong,
Coursed in deliberation, gazing
I saw oneself and shuddered. But it
Was not I that which was gazed upon.

It launched for this needing, of a reflection
Obtaining that which was vacant, I looked
At the mirror screaming and shattered its
Form as a shadow ebbed fading.

"I will miss you,
"But where I was pleased upon,
*"Now I am the reflection of you no more,
opposite
 Feb 2016 Ashlei Cottom
Adele
Do not fall inlove with a writer
they see and feel everything.
particles that somersault in the morning ray telling them to embrace the day

They can smell the haunting
aroma of a coffee
whispers 'go grab your pen and write'

they look into a person's eyes
and could witness
how a sea crash into someone's soul

Do not fall inlove with a writer
they appreciate and value everything you do

they could see the entire universe
from your smile
only the ocean could tell
their hopes and fears.

They easily fall and break too hard.

Don't fall inlove with a writer
they'll make you their muse

from good times to bad times,
you will be the lyrics of their song.
 Nov 2015 Ashlei Cottom
Poppi Mae
i have dreamt of you
on nights that make me blue
and i never thought
that dreams could come true.

last night i dreamt of you
and on that night i wasn't so blue
and i never thought
id get hung up on you.

i used to dream of you
and i remember feeling so blue
and i never thought
your smile could change my hue.

you are my dream
on this night so blue
and i never thought
that id be laying next to you.

now i'm one with you
on this night so blue
and i never thought
my dream would come true.
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