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 Dec 2014 Ashley
Alan McClure
Petals
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Alan McClure
From horizon to horizon
stretch flowers
waving, trumpetting
refracting brazenly, dazzling

as children, blinded,
fumble through,
coughing on pollen
drowning in nectar
deafened by the buzz of fat, sated insects

brutally and thoughtlessly robbed of the chance
to find the startling beauty
of the solitary blossom
on the wasteland.
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Abigail Muller
S
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Abigail Muller
S
You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself
Turning your back on the world
Forever refusing all help
Your fears they surrounded you
Devoured all your soul
Left you broken into pieces
Impossible to be made whole
Your tears they became rivers
Until they drowned your body
And you just let yourself lie
Dying in your own folly
The depression it destroyed you
Left you empty and closed off
Until all memories of us
You simply forgot
Every night I came to your prison
Trying to get you free
Trying to reach you
But you no longer saw me
You closed your mind and body
Let your heart just freeze
Watched me outside the bars
Begging you not to please
I constantly tried and failed
Your empty eyes they watched
It broke my heart to see you
I prayed for it to stop
So I come tonight once again
But not to set you free
I come to say goodbye
But you can’t even hear me
I cry as I watch you
But I have to turn away
Long gone are the days
In your arms I would stay
When I leave you I’m empty
Completely closed myself off
All the pain and memories
Like you I’ve forgot
I create walls around me
To keep everything away
I make my heart go cold
So I no longer feel the old way
I become what you are
What I once did fear
No emotion escapes me
Not even a single tear
I don’t think I'll ever understand
Just what happened to us
How did two so happy and free
become closed off and unloved?
Now these bars surround us
Behind them we die
They keep in our dark secrets
We recoil inside
They lock all our emotions
Then throw away the key
The world outside aches for us
But the bars don’t let us see
We build them to get away
Thinking there we will rest
But these bars slowly **** us
They’re just cages for the depressed
We’ll rot in these cells we’ve made
We’ll tie up ourselves in chains
Becauce the reason we’re behind these bars
Is because inside we’ve gone insane
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Dana Kathleen
Similar to a wave in the sea,
I cannot be restrained.
Rising up after falling
again and again.
Each time stronger,
crashing down harder
than before.
Resembling the messages sent in bottles,
rippling waves inscribed with purpose.
Drowning my anchors
in the deepness of the water.
Destroying what destroys me,
refusing to stop
kissing the shore line
even after being pushed away.
This is an older poem from my portfolio for my creative writing in Fall 2013
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Aya Pariña
You weren't here yesterday,
Nor the day before that
As a matter of fact, you've been missing from your spot for a few days now.

I wonder if I'll see you again
Sitting by the window,
Lovely eyes focused on a worn-out book,
Your lips forming a small smile with each turn of a page.

Will you ever return?
If you do, maybe I'll finally have the courage to talk to you.
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Indrew C
Not so long ago, I used to write about love
As if it were overflowing in me.
We write because we think we are overwhelmed
by the feeling that inspires us.
I have discovered today,
that this inspiration we get comes from but a longing.
The words we write down cover up
our true intentions of wanting to feel more.
We write because what we feel
is not enough.

I know this because I have felt enough.
I have felt overwhelmed.
For the first time, I knew what true love was all about.
Since then, not a word was spilled with ink.
I tried to gather my words
only to find out that the one who had taken them
was the love of my life.
That was when I realized,
It was she who had been my masterpiece.
An artwork where I had poured my everything.
An artwork that had come to life.
An artwork that needed no words.

We are never truly inspired until we have nothing left to say.
Until we are left in awe.
 Dec 2014 Ashley
brooke
Sighs.
 Dec 2014 Ashley
brooke
this is a q u i e t type
of living, I want to get
lost in this sweater or
sink in these shoes,
sometimes I wish
I would drown
in cups of water
or burn up against
the wick of a candle
i've been setting three
alarms to be up before
the sun and it's working
out pretty well but I no
longer find solace in
paints or peace in
lead pencils
the things I
love are made
of rice paper and
dissolve under the
weight of words
and bowls of
honey nut
cheerios
I am at a loss
filled with sighs
filled with sighs
filled with sighs
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Dechanteur
Dream On
 Dec 2014 Ashley
Dechanteur
As she lay her head wide awake
Stare over the wall of craves
Cliche little wallflower
Trying to climb up the Paris tower

The alternate unkempt and austere manner
Tell-tale sign she will dissappear
Her mind lost in Northern Hemisphere
What a wise, savant meanderer.
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