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 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Mad
It's driving me mad
I can't sleep and I can't read
Or knit to music
Or anything, and I'm done
I've had enough of it all.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Someday I might be remembered
But probably for something boring.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
When your words are placed with precision
And your thoughts are all in line
When there's the perfect analogy in your speech
He's not there to listen, that's the time.

When your words come out in a jumble
And you laugh 'till you're in tears
When you tell stupid jokes and nobody but he laughs
That's the day that he appears.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Uncontrollable
Is how I describe feelings
But not my actions.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I feel something coming
Something important and strange
Maybe if I proof my soul
I'll be prepared to change.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I liked to fancy
That I could throw you a look
And pierce your stone heart.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
They always tell me,
Blood is thicker than water:
But the salt in me
Is the salt of the great sea
Tied of ropes thicker than blood.
 Oct 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Inspiration grips my soul
And gives my mind no peace;
I try and try to let it go,
But silence baffles me.

Sometimes in the darkest night
It's dreams that haunt my eyes
And sometimes, inspiration's height
Looks about agony's size.

Ideas sometimes look like pain
And memories that hurt me;
And beautiful though my song may be,
Perhaps its roots concern me.

But art, it lies within the choice
To make a lie show truth
And find the love inside the voice
Of your heartrending youth.

Don't build your statues with ashes:
Compress them into stone,
And watch as sorrow clashes
With love that builds a home.

Darkness is no shelter,
But is an invitation
For light to burn the better
As fire: my inspiration.
Pliny the Elder said: "The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach."
 Sep 2017
Mrs Ashley Somebody
In autumn, my soul feels closer
To the wind and leaves that fall.
I wrap the world up tightly
And my scarf makes me feel tall.

The breeze that bites and strikes me
And fills my eyes with tears
Is welcome when I'm lonely,
When I cover up my ears.

I love just taking comfort
In the warmth of my own skin
When boots and hat and gloves here
Keep all my warmness in.

If only every day got cold,
And every evening froze:
For then, I'd get to hug myself
From my head down to my toes.
 Sep 2017
Ami Shae
Sighs escape my ravaged mind and soul
I so often feel I have no where safe to go--
safe as in a place where I can truly be
the person who I always thought was "Me."
Sometimes I just cannot find me, you know?
 Sep 2017
ryn
It's an ungodly hour.
And I've been kept awake.

The world beckons.
And it didn't call with melodious
chirps from the birds in the trees.
It wasn't the soft, calming pitter patter
of raindrops upon the window pane.


Thoughts...


Sneaky, almost sinister thoughts.

Like fine-grain sandpaper that gently rubs
against the quiet skin.
Like a fine-toothed comb that jabs
lightly and repeatedly into the scalp.
Like a tiny paper cut that is invisible
yet you know it's there.

Slowly abrading...
Poking...
Stinging...


Eating away at the thin veil
of silence and peace
that barely blankets my being.

•••

I am now awake.
And I have been awake...
Thinking, doubting and second guessing...
At this ungodly hour.
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