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Ashleigh Black Feb 2015
Every time you say that
you're not worth it
remember the times
you felt something so
strong and moving
that you couldn't contain
yourself. Please harness that
for those moments are fleeting,
forever slipping through
the slits of your fingertips
and eventually vanish from
your memory. Let it engulf you,
contain every bit of you that
one day you'll believe that
life is something to cherish
for you are privileged with only
one.
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
I'll stand here alone
with my thoughts and the shoreline
just waiting to hear your voice.
Not about anyone in particular. Just felt like writing this.
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.
Ashleigh Black May 2014
We were free like the water
flowing smooth and swift
until we hit the rocky bottom
way too fast
and collided into one another
with such force
that neither of us could withstand
the impact.
I don't know how I feel about this one. I'm trying to do something different. I just don't know what yet that needs to be different.
Ashleigh Black May 2014
I once thought that life was like the sky; endless and ever-changing. But the one thing I didn't realize is that you'll encounter just as many storms as sunny days. You'll feel the rain and the rays reflect upon your skin and you'll experience the emotion of the changing of the seasons, as if the clouds could whisper in your ear. You'll be caved in by the weight of snow and feel the crackling of leaves under your toes. And all of this is the way life is. Topsy turvy, inside and out, up and down. And there's not much you can do about it.
I tried to write an analogy. I'm not sure if it makes sense. It's 2am and I don't care. Have fun.
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. **
Ashleigh Black Jan 2015
I wanted to destroy something beautiful
so I could see what keeps it alive inside
but then I realized that something was me and you
and there was no way of knowing
the ins and outs that made us glow
from the innermost parts of our being
however it was already too late
when I let the hammer drop
that cracked the canvas in two
and I fell to the floor and wept
for I knew that the only thing
that was once beautiful
could not be repaired
was now nothing more
than a torn and tattered
mural of what love should be.
Why
Ashleigh Black Jul 2014
Why
I've given up on you
and the sick things you do
that destroy the very parts
of me that still felt alive inside.
Why could I have not been stronger?
maybe i'm in a rut.
Ashleigh Black Oct 2014
Around this same time
every night
sadness sweeps in
through the cracked,
swaying window
and overcomes me
with chills and tears
that not even an empty bed
can keep me warm
and it's all because
you used up the last bit
of happiness I had left
inside me.
Ashleigh Black Jul 2014
These days have got me so low
but the nights tend to make me worse
I no longer leave my four-cornered room
or the bed sheets that cover my worn and tired face
that have cried all of the tears that my eyes can produce
and these bed sheets no longer warm me at night,
my room no longer keeps me safe and sound,
the nights grow so much darker than before,
and the days just aren't long enough.
my poems are getting ******* and repetitive.
Ashleigh Black Jun 2014
Paint a picture of me
near the riverside
beneath a willow
I'll wear that yellow dress
you liked so much
and I'll rest my cheek upon my hand
and brush the hair from my eyes
and stare through the canvas on which you paint
and then I'll whisper to myself that
after this, all you have left to look at
is this picture.
I want to say goodbye to you but you never gave me the chance.

— The End —