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Apr 2014 · 341
Haiku #2
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
I see nothing but
galaxies and galaxies
locked deep in your eyes.
Apr 2014 · 248
Haiku #1
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
To write poetry
is to shatter the heart and
choose only one piece.
I say this because once you shatter your heart you have no other option but to write and write and write about all of those fragmented pieces, one at a time.
Apr 2014 · 5.5k
City Skies
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
Remember that day
where we spent our time among the city
all the way until the evening
We played and we laughed and smiled
and we were happy –
the happiest we ever were

Because we burned with such a passion
that glowed with every step we took,
with our hearts on fire
as you spun me round and round

And all I could do was stare into your eyes;
those deep hazel eyes that are
forever burned in my soul

And that evening you left
with no reason at all
You only left the words
“see you soon”
Whenever that is

And the thing is
I knew you wouldn’t come back
And the thing is
no matter what
I would shine for you,
be your star

I want to guide you back home
back to me
Because that's all I can do for you;
I would burn for you.
this is about you
Apr 2014 · 459
Sway
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
It was in the way
our leaves fell to the ground
and our branches collided
and our trunks fell upon one another
while the wind blew us down
and although we fell hard and swift
our roots still were sunk deep within the ground
showing no budge or sway
because that is where they (we) will remain:
until the water runs dry
and the sky grows dark
-- anchored in the earth.
Apr 2014 · 2.8k
Warmth
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
Your name still lingers in my hushed mouth
with no key to set you free

But if you wrap me in a blanket
and place me in your arms
under a midnight sky
I will always see your loving face
staring back at mine
And I will reach for your cheek
hoping to graze it one last time
but those hopes could never be mine

Because like the dawning of the day
and the warming of the air
the darkest places in our hearts
will always see the light
And with that light I will know that

I must’nt wish for moments
that will never come to life.
Apr 2014 · 392
State of Grey
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
I have come to know
the perpetuity of loneliness
the habits that are formed
when one has no one but their own

I have come to stare
at an empty image
of a person in a state of grey
An endless grey that soon will not heal

And now I have come to fall
on to a cold, barren bed
Drafty and stale as it grazes over
the long-faded lines that you have left
Apr 2014 · 277
State Lines
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
how can you stand there
and say these words
that cut like the razorblade
you hold to my throat
and whisper in my ear
"it’s not real, it never was real."

when all i felt was
love than spanned cities and state lines
that could take away the slightest bit of pain
like the kind when you left me
at the side of the road
with no one else to lean on.
Apr 2014 · 403
Temporary
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
"I did not intend for it to be permanent"
were the exact words you said to me
on October 3rd, 2011

I don't know why I dwell on such
a far away date in my
torn and tattered notebook

but I do because
it gives me hope that
you haven't forgotten about me

and that you still care
and wish that one day
we can be something more again.
I have hope that we aren't over, even though it's been 4 years. I just can't let our magnificent novel end halfway through. What will the readers think?
Apr 2014 · 319
Only You
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
You say you remember those days we had
like the one on the pier, near the boat docks
wrongfully holding hands
even though everything felt so incredibly right

or the day we spent in the trees and garden
behind my aunt's house
and we shared things that were only sacred
to you, and to me

and we had that one final day
where you decided
without any push or sway from me
that we were to be no more

and god do I wish I tried to sway your
unfaltering, unforgiving voice.
oh how I wish I just would've
fought a little bit harder.
I'm sure you'll never read this even though this is the only place we are friends still but all I can say is I miss you like hell. It hurts to see you deleted your poetry, but I still write about you every ******* day and nothing will change that or how no matter how badly you pushed me away I still love you with all that I am. And I probably always will and you can't change that.
Jul 2012 · 1.1k
What I've Learned to Accept
Ashleigh Black Jul 2012
I’ve made it a routine now

to decide what I am willing

to free from my thoughts.

And I have told myself that

those things can no longer invade

my every days

because you see,

change happens

and change is good

especially when you decide to change

for the better

for yourself

so you can remember the dreams

you once had but lost

so you can find something else that

makes you feel alive in ways you’ve never felt

but I would like to make a point that

you should not forget the things or ones

who made you come to these conclusions.


Because you see,

they were your starting blocks

they helped shape you

they taught you about love

and creativity

and happiness

and peace

and acceptance

they helped to learn to enjoy the things that were in store for you

and you should never regret the experience, or wish it were back

or be mad at yourself or others for why they ended.

just be happy that you got those chances,

and that is something that you can never replace.


I’ve lived the past month

questioning my journey

and my choices

and wondering what would happen if I could just rewind

could I fix how I loved

or how I treated myself or others

how to not appreciate the opportunities I have

and the experiences I will remember forever?

And I became angry, and confused, and remorseful

because I am self-critical.

I believe myself to be the bearer of bad news

of pessimistic mentality

of the need to timestamp everything.


But today, I’ve had an epiphany.

I realized that I cannot regret the fact that

things fall apart

and things cannot be mended

and that you might never feel the way you used to

with someone or in someplace

but sometimes you shouldn’t want to

because you need to be open to new experiences

you need to be open to loving someone new

or to living a different kind of life

or to experience new people and places

and basically need to grow up

and realize that there is room for better

and you’ll experience many moments of better your whole life

and those moments in your past were that

they were good and better than what you’ve had before.

But it’s okay to move on. And be happy for what’s in store.

And that’s what I intend to do,

and currently I really am

trying.
I’ve finally had a breakthrough from writing angsty posts about regret and sorrow and depression and I’m through with doing that. I need to remember positivities and ignore anything less. If you would like to take a look at this rather long poem, please do. I’m quite excited for this. But for now, good night. **
Jun 2012 · 985
Come back to me
Ashleigh Black Jun 2012
I want you
I want it to be the same
I wish you would've kept your words
of how you thought we'd be together forever
yet you never gave me or us a chance to prove that
and how you just ran, and led me on down the strand
until I hit the end, left to dangle and plead and question everything
and all I wanted was you.
and you said that's what I had.
and I want it now more than anything.
because surprisingly our distance did nothing to affect
my deepest feelings towards you
and how they've always haunted me even as much as I've pushed them away
because I thought you forgot about me, that I meant nothing
when all I wanted was something, with you.
We were so great and complex and passionate.
and I can't see why I was second choice
what made me such an unappealing choice.
when all I wanted was to care for you as long as I possibly could.
I wrote this at 2:21 am. I wanted to show how my mind works when I can't sleep. So if there are errors, forgive me. I would like to leave them there to show the trouble my mind has on nights like tonight.

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