ashley

ashley Mar 2013

Once my parents leave I lock my bedroom door
And then I plop down and sit on the floor.
Under my bed is where the **** is stored
I think, At least I'm not out on the streets like a ***** *****.
I beg you, please, give me more.

I roll the joint with gentle care
As if it were the only one left to share.
Go and light it if you dare,
You whisper. I light the joint and watch it flare.

I take a hit, one full of delight
As I absorb the smoke and look out into the night.
My head feels light and my body goes numb.
The buzz in my veins is more than enough
To get me high after a well-given smoke.
I've used up all my cash, now I am broke
But at least I still have a decent amount of ****
To satisfy my cravings and control my need.

ashley Mar 2013

Friend or Enemy? [Ellen Hopkins Style Poem]

I whisper a secret in your ear

And you turn away. I try to tell

                                                                                         you

something, but you never listen.

It's like I'm invisible to you. Do

you even hear me when I speak?

                                                                                        Are

you even the slightest bit concerned?

Do you even care? I thought we were

friends. I thought I could trust you.

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe

you're

                                                                                       My

aquantance - someone close to you

But not close enough to tell secrets to.

Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you're an

                                                                                       Enemy

That I haven't noticed. I was too blinded

to see. But now I realize you were never

good to me, never good for me. To me

you are nothing. Nothing but my enemy.

ashley Mar 2013

A Budding Rose

I want you to hold me, love me, give me attention.
To guide me, engulf me, kiss me with affection.
I crave the touch of your soft lips on mine,
The adrenalin in my veins will be a sign
of our love.
Do you love me as much as I love you?
I love you a lot, that much is true.
Your gorgeous eyes and soft caring smile
can make me swoon for quite a while.
Maybe you're in denial
of your love for me.
When I see you my heart skips a beat.
I get flushed and want to retreat,
but instead I stand there, admiring your grace,
the cute little freckles scattered on your face.
If I run would you chase
me?
Although we are young, our love is pure.
I know you're the one, I'm honestly sure.
Our love blooms like a budding rose
As delicate as the white specks called snow.
It's a miracle how our love is so close
To being so real.

I wrote this when I was "in love" with my best friend. Turns out, I wasn't of course. It was just one of those phases where you think every little thing is turning into love.

ashley Mar 2013

Saranade to Autumn

I woke up to
the sound of the earth
whispering sweet nothings
into my ear,
gliding its gentle breath
across my flesh
dotted with
goosebumps

The trees,
with their delicate
grainy arms
stand naked
in the cool
autumn morning;
they blow gently
in the breeze,
as if their limbs
are waving to
greet me

Fragile leaves
surround
its trunk,
in dazzling yellows,
outstanding oranges,
raging reds,
and deep browns;
the ground acts
as a blank canvas
that displays
a sea of colors
that the earth
has to offer

As I walk out
the front door
to greet the outside
world,
crisp leaves
crunch under my
toes;
the sun bathes
me in a sweet
warmth that isn't
considered
overpowering,
and a gust of
wind carries
my soul
to heaven

oh, how beautiful
is thee,
this gorgeous
season
filled with
great laughter,
joyous times,
and amazing weather

a.m.

ashley Mar 2013

Don't Wake From this Fantasy

i'm afraid one day
you're gonna wake up
and realize

i'm not as
pretty /
sweet /
thoughtful /
worth it /

as you thought
i was.

ashley Mar 2013

His Touch

in my dreams
your fingertips run
down my spine
and you trail kisses
on my collarbones

they sting,
like a flame that's just
been ignited for the first time
and my soul turns
into dark ash

your kisses like gold
and your touch like silver
i'm engulfed in your love,
passion, and warmth;
your touch makes me quiver

our skin never breaks contact,
your hands explore my body
as i lie there,
head arched,
and let you have your way
with me

my body feels alive
with the touch of your fingertips
running down my cheeks,
collarbones, *******, stomach;
all the way down my thighs
and into the cool depths
of my sanity.

you whisper sweet nothings
into my neck,
your breath hot against
my icy skin

"i love you"
"you're perfect"
"you're beautiful"
and in that moment of time,
i believe them;
i believe your thoughts,
your whispers.

i know it won't last
for long,
but it was great
while it lasted;
my heart like a flame
that you've ignited
with just one simple touch,
one spark,
of your hands

ashley Mar 2013

The Mermaid's Wish

The crashing waves roar
And the stormy winds blow,
The tide drowning out
And becoming low.

The sunset peaks
From across the sky
As the dolphins jump
And leap so high.

A woman emerges-
More like half woman, half fish.
She helds a seashell close to her heart
And makes a wish.

"Oh let my father see I belong
In the shore, not the sea."
She whimpers a cry
And whispers her plea.

The waves are roaring
And lightning strikes,
Signaling King Triton's arrival.
He has come forth to fight.

The mermaid cries
And starts back into the sea,
Where her father thinks
Is the right place to be.

She wants to be human,
That is her only wish.
If only her father would see
And grant her the gift.

She wants legs
To roam free,
But all she will be is a mermaid,
Lost at sea.

I actually really like this poem.