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872 · Sep 2010
Exploring Foreign Territory
Ashton Driscoll Sep 2010
It's been too long
since I have seen you.
My heart has been pounding
with the beat of waiting.
Ba(dum) Ba(dum)
Your heart's with mine.
Together we're building
a poetic symphony.
I feel your touch
and this tempo quickens
as the goosbumps rise
and I'm feeling [electric].
Your arms around me
and I hear your whispers.
"I love you," you say
and my sky is on fire.
Burn, Burn, Burn!
This passion is burning!
I feel my world turning
and my mind is toppling.
You are the cause
of the chaos in me.
My stability is overturned
and feelings overwhelm.
You replace the naive girl
with a passion unknown
and a heart released
and a mind opened.
I'm in a new world
when I'm with you.
This chaos is foreign territory
and I want to explore
756 · Jun 2012
Spilling
Ashton Driscoll Jun 2012
Tears fall on torn pages.

It's so hard to say my feelings.

So I write them down

in notebook pages.

Some you'll never see.

Some you probably will.

It depends on its purpose;

to say something or to express inner thoughts.

I feel like I'm tearing

or I'm slowly ripping apart.

Torn between too many things

and making too many decisions.

It's all adding up

to some climactic event

where I finally explode

and my thoughts seep through.

How much longer

can I hold it all in?

I can only spill so many tears

until I start spilling words.
709 · Sep 2010
Darkness
Ashton Driscoll Sep 2010
And as he began to fall toward that darkness,
He felt her grasp around him tightly.
Pulling, pulling, but gravity overpowers strength.
And down again he falls toward that darkness.
Greed, lust, hate have overcome his once pure heart.
And the love there was has disappeared.
The darkness is overpowering the light inside.
Goodbye fellow angels, hello demons below.
Let’s dream with our eyes open,
And see what is not even there.
These wild fantasies overtake reality.
And the darkness overcomes.
Shadows are the only things that understand.
The past is an enemy to his soul.
The present is something to be dealt with.
The future is his dearest friend.
Darkness is all that he knows now.
Everything is a shadow, passing by quickly.
The future is an open book waiting to be written on.
He wants the world and that book in his hands.
One last look up at the past above him,
And then he plummets down, down.
Goodbye angels, hello demons.
Satan’s helpers are the only companions this future holds.
Darkness is the thing that he lives in.
A dreary fog that blinds him.
Dreaming of better things in this Hell.
Those are just the lies that the devil’s been showing him.
689 · Sep 2010
The Star and the Wallflower
Ashton Driscoll Sep 2010
She was spinning,
the world flowing around her.
She was her own axis,
everything revolved around her body and mind.
Who knew that one person would make it all stop?
Who knew that one boy could change the orbiting?
Surely, the girl didn’t.
He came from nowhere,
but from everywhere at the same time.
He knew nothing
but everything all at once.
He smiled at her,
but was stern with her.
He loved her,
but he was infuriated with her.
This boy changed her world,
and she changed his.

He was watching,
the world a film before his eyes.
He was the audience,
watching everything play before him without interaction.
Who knew that one person would pull him in?
Who knew that one girl could change the characters?
Surely, the boy didn’t.
She came from the top,
and he from the bottom.
She was shallow,
and he was in so deep.
She scowled at him,
and he could only smile at her.
She despised him,
but he loved her.
This girl changed his world,
and he changed hers.

They were dancing,
The world in their hands.
They were the leaders,
Controlling their fates with a small gesture.
Who knew two people had that effect?
Who knew that two people could bring such change?
Surely, they didn’t.
They controlled the world,
Without knowing it.
With a smile,
The sun came over the horizon.
With the tears,
The rain drenched the world.
With a kiss,
The people fell in love.
With a fight,
The people created chaos.
They changed the world,
And the world changed them.
555 · Feb 2013
Two Happy Endings
Ashton Driscoll Feb 2013
Breathing heavy
The fervor of grasps and moans
They take over
Every single thought in my mind.
Your skin
It envelops my body in a cocoon.
Back arching
And you’re there to lift me.
I feel you
And this is where you’re most raw.
Whispering
The words you think I want to hear.
Never knowing
That we could have this passion elsewhere
This ******
Is nothing without the emotional intimacy
You don’t see
That I am already finished with this
You strive
For the happy ending you always think of
As for me
I am looking for something real
546 · Jun 2012
Symphonies
Ashton Driscoll Jun 2012
Darling, I love the way you make my heart beat.

A soft beat to lay the foundation of a beautiful symphony.

You're conducting my world in a lovely way.

Your long phrases of melodic proportions.

You let the song flow from you

and you make it seem so effortless.

Your hands paint a portrait

that words could never express fully.

You guide each player, each voice

and the whole world is in tune.

Each part harmonizing with the other.

Each musician and voice combined.

These melodies surround my head

and play a glorious song for us.

Darling, conductor, whatever it be.

You have made my heart a symphony.
539 · Jun 2012
Lovely Cancer
Ashton Driscoll Jun 2012
You are a cancer.
A disease that spreads.
A lovely plague
that fills me up.
You're everywhere
and I won't escape.
As if I'd ever want to.
I love this disease.
And with each mentioning
of the cancer that is you,
my smile only widens
and my heart beats loudly.

Spread yourself through me
and dig yourself deep.
I won't search for a cure
and I'll let you take your course.
We've got a week times forever,
but don't bother taking your time.
Be a wildfire,
spreading quickly through me.
Don't stop burning
until you've consumed me.
Because I am all yours, love.
537 · Sep 2010
Love Lies
Ashton Driscoll Sep 2010
Sweet love
you've got your grasp
and it's holding on
oh so tightly
(but I'm so willing).
Choking back thoughts
making my mind
go
blank.
(I wanted this though.
I love this torture)
The room is spinning
and I hear whispers
"my dear, my love,
my life."
(My slave, my victim,
my corpse)
Those piercing blues
(red hues)
have got me
captivated
(mesmerized
you control me.
Love is my one
master.)

— The End —