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 Aug 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Poetic T
If it wasn't my fault
If the binds of life tightened
Became to much,
Suffocated me,
Even though I had breathe,
Would you hold it against me
Judge me for what life had done,
Pressure,
Stresses,
Life,
Was the burden
The weight on my shoulders
Each day I awoke,
Seconds,
Minute,
Hours,
Were to much.
Life had become my prisoner
A death sentence in this living shell,
Would you hold it against me
I wish for only peace,
The moments of existence
Are getting to much,
I hope you understand
To forgive me,
To release me
To feel the peace that I crave so much,
I didn't do this to hurt,
I was selfish, as others will talk.
Life had become
That which I feared,
Know this, you were never to blame,
Life was my tormenter
And now I have freedom from its clutch..
 Aug 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Adele
I want to write in a silent night
Holding my pen in a white sheet
I looked so uptight-dripping black ink.
Just can't think.

A dark clouds dispersing my mind
A big storm is coming
There must be an exit,
just can't find.

It washed everything away
Thoughts clambering on a trench
It's in the tip of the tounge,
just can't say.

The feelings were trapped
In an empty room so cold and dark
A shudder from horror,
just can't pray.

Squiggle! Squiggle!
Crumpled papers on the floor,
I badly want to find a door
Ugh, just can't write!

-A

8/14/14
So annoying! T_T
 Aug 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Adele
she                                                        
writes a list
of all the things
    she hates about herself
in just one word:

everything
                                             ­                    he
                                                 writes a list
                                          of all the things
                             he loves about her                  
                                       in just one word:

                                               *everything
 Aug 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Adele
He's falling asleep.

She's falling apart.
 Aug 2014 Ashlei Cottom
Adele
Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts
my fave piece </3
Ten
One pill was too little,
Two was just enough.
Three was to push the limit.
Four was to prove it wasn't a bluff.
Five was to be thin.
Six was for the hell of it.
Seven was to purge myself from within.
Eight was for my hipbones to stick out like knives.
Nine was to ensure that I might not wake up alive.

Ten little pills, she held them in her hand
Threw them all away, to let her spirit mend.
Supported by her craftsmen,
poets and good friends
She realized, she's not alone
She'll be strong once again.
Credit to Ana Sophia for the happy ending she gave me.
This is a story “For Those Who Have Heart” (A Day To Remember)
For “The Young And The Hopeless” (Good Charlotte)
This story will “Free Your Mind” (Anarbor)
It all began in a “Room On The 3rd Floor” (Mcfly)
We had “All That We Needed” (Plain White T’s)
And yet we were “Guaranteed To Disagree” (We Are The In Crowd)
“Oh No” (Ok Go)
It’s “Nothing Personal” (All Time Low)
But one of us was “Homesick” (A Day To Remember)
And the other had “Night Visions” (Imagine Dragons)
“Chasing Ghosts” (The Amity Affliction)
Til we “Collide With The Sky” (Pierce The Veil)
In a burst of “Red” (Taylor Swift)
You’ll always be “My Forever” (He Is We)
This is a story of “What Separates Me From You” (A Day To Remember)
And it’s going “Straight To DVD” (All Time Low)
When I was little
and innocent
I thought the world my friend
I thought it best to be kind
and curious
and soft

As I grew older
and sadder
I thought the world terrible
I thought it best to be cold
and distant
and hard

As I grow ever older
and hopefully wiser
I think the world neither bad
nor good
nor a mix in-between
just as it is
not worthy of kindness
not deserving of cruelty.
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