ashley

ashley Jun 2013

sometimes I wonder
what life would be like
without him here,

but then I know
that there would be
no life

only death.

he is the air
that filters through
my lungs

he is the sun
that makes me
shine

he is the supplier
of my never-ending
happiness

without him,
there is no life

only death

*a.m.

ashley May 2013

Darkness

you've made roses grow
in the darkest parts of my soul,
and I don't know why
but sometimes I still cry
about things I can't control,
and I get ****** back in a vortex, a black hole.
what could possibly be worse
than feeling like you have been cursed
by a sadness so large
you can no longer reach for the stars.
I can only count on you
to rid the darkness and change my mood.

*a.m.

ashley May 2013

Love is Love

girls loving girls.
boys loving boys.
girls loving boys.
boys loving girls.

honestly,
what's the difference?

love is love,
you can't help who you
fall for.

so why should
a silly thing
such as gender

even matter?

*a.m.

ashley May 2013

These Are the Years

These are the years
that define your whole life;
ones that dominate your
future,
extremely critical to
the years beyond.

These are the years
to experiment
with different things:
***,
drugs,
whether you're
attracted to the opposite
*** or not.

These are the years
where you find out who you are.

But the only thing I'm truly sure of,
is that it's already
more confusing
and overwhelming
than I ever thought

it could be.

*a.m.

Sorry for the sucky poem. Writers block.

ashley May 2013

All Your Fault

it's hard to be fake to someone
who was once your best friend.
ever since he got to you
and ******* up your
mind, you've changed.
you're not yourself anymore;
you've merged into him.
every conversation
we have,
he suddenly becomes the
main topic.
sorry, but this is all your fault.
we tried to warn you,
to help you,
but did you listen?
no, you went crawling back
to him like a lost puppy,
clinging onto your one
last string of hope.

too bad you lost some friends
on the way.

*a.m.

ashley May 2013

Ode to Chocolate Chip Cookies

Patted into sticky spheres of tender delight and spotted with chocolate chips.
I watch carefully as they melt into the dough.
The smell of overpowering joy wafes throughout my tickled
nostrils, and having to wait another second for them to cool
is anything but bearable.

All I can think as they rest on a plate before me is,
“They’re mine, ALL MINE!”
I grab one and let it explore my impatient
taste buds as it travels down the dark tunnel
and into a tomb of pure happiness.

Like a mother to a child, I hold you tight
(Into my stomach, that is). How can something
so small cause so much explosive
excitement to travel through my veins?
Chocolate chip cookies are little bites of heaven.

Had to write this for english, so why not post it?

ashley May 2013

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my body
is your map,
so baby,
come explore
me

*a.m.