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Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
black and white pinstripes
are all I can see…
but that’s nothing.
roses.
candy.
raindrop tears.
bullets.
pretty gun sitting there,
hold you if I only dared.
blood stains on the sheets.
even more on the wall.
ring around the rosie…
One.
Two.
Three.
flower petals burning.
reflecting mirror.
hush little baby,
don’t say a word.
shards of glass beneath me.
broken heart.
well it shattered.
sweethearts or sweet tarts.
written: 12.12.05
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
There’s no way to explain my
life except to say that it’s
all in black and white.
It’s practically all in a grayscale.
Love; love is a matter of
darkness in my eyes.
It’s a void that people create,
thinking that they’re in love just
to have it eventually filled with lust.
Falling love is like falling into oblivion.
You fall and fall just to keep falling
until you hit rock bottom.
When you land, it’s full of
broken glass and broken hearts.
That’s the story of my life.
Full of voids that are either
empty or have been filled in
by the monster we call lust.
It’s all in black and white.
Full of confusion.
my heart for example,
is just one ******* void
full of absolute oblivion.
At one point it was a close
comparison to the color wheel,
though over the years it’s faded
into complete darkness.
written: date unknown
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
love.
no such thing.
it’s a myth.
a complete lie.
don’t fall in love.
never.
even if it calls
for you with it’s
charming lullabies,
don’t listen.
run away.
run away screaming.
screaming apologies.
listen to me.
when loves’ claws
come out full and ready,
just hide.
please.
don’t fall in love.
don’t fall in love.
don’t fall in love.
written: 8.7.09
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
pretty little flower
flashing star
broken soul
fall apart
listen to the music
never ride on
the roller coaster
of love.
run away.
save yourself.
now it’s too late.
shoot on by
rainbow bright
see the blood
raining down.
say goodbye.
for the 100th time.
written: Aug. 2009
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
hearts break,
tears shed.
this unforeseen
life seems unbearable.
we go on in
uncompleted circles
searching…
the past snips
at your heels
asking to be
remembered
for only a
mere fraction
of a moment.
remember
all of the blood,
the tears,
the very words
which should
have been long
forgotten.
remember
why you’re
here today.
the things
that made you
take the roads
leading you
to the here
and now.
remember
how you came
to find
me.
written: 9.13.12
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
Cascading waves of memories flood over you like an ocean swallowing you entirely engulfing your every move and stealing your every breath from within. Screaming and crying are disguised with one last breath. You awaken and to your demise find you were only in a far off dream.
written: 9.13.12
Chrysta Ashlock Feb 2013
heartfelt.
beauty melts.
frozen inside.
purse your lips.
hide your scars.
blood stained
memories invade.
ignite the past.
open inside.
let the light
find you.
written: 9.9.12
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