Ashlei Cottom
Sweetheart, fine art is not about pride. It's about FINDING pride. It's about creating something and taking pride in the fact that you did. When I read your poetry, all I hear is "Me, me, me, I'm the best." That's not what poetry is... Poetry is not self praise. Poetry is taking the most hurtful, joyful, mixed, complicated emotions that you have and putting them into words that make everyone understand. You may tell write back and tell me everything that is wrong with my poetry, but I will not care. Why? Because I know that I have successfully been able to express myself in ways that other people can relate to and enjoy. Ways that they may not have been able to express the same feelings. I have confidence in your ability to realize your mistakes and fix them. I look forward to seeing these changes. So please, take this to heart and write. :)
Loghain Carvó
How laughable that one of my lessors attempts to give I art recommendations.

Ashlei Cottom
It's not so much your art I'm trying to change, but your character. It's your character that is reflected in your art.

Ashlei Cottom  
And if I could ask, why do you assume I am your lessor?
Loghain Carvó  
I am not assuming, you already have shown that you are a lessor human through your words.

Ashlei Cottom  
By encouraging you to keep doing what you love and bettering your character? Sir, I'm sorry, but if that is your opinion, I don't think it is I who is the lessor human...
Loghain Carvó
That is not what makes you my lessor, You are my lessor simply because you lack the artistic vision to fully appreciate the magnitude of my grand works. Please refrain from responding to this message as I wish to waste no more of my precious breath on peasants.

Ashlei Cottom
And how is it that I am a lessor human if all I do is try and help? Some people cut down and criticize and make others feel like mere mud on other's shoes. I am not one of those. I try to see the good in everyone. I think you have great talent, but I wish you would use that and dig deeper. I can tell you right now, with an unbiased opinion, that you unfortunately come across as narcissistic, selfish and and as you so eloquently put it, a "lessor human."

They speak to me each one
with there own plan, my
voice struggling to be heard.

Will I know after a while,
which is mine and which are
those that speak with there
own plan.

My mind vast, but will madness
sufficate me, these voices that are
heard whispering in the back of
my mind.

Will they let me be, or will I end up
with the madness that is slowly
consuming me.

My mind and the voices that
were once quite, seem to have it
in for me, unwanted voices I am
never alone, like a virus they are
consuming me.

I hit my feet upon the ground,
I try to move it under foot, I
hit it with all my strength
so hard but only I feel the pain.

I hate you giver of life but you
swallowed, consumed that person
I loved. I grab at you hold you in
my hands feel the brown turn red
in my palmsas I bleed hitting with
fists your skin to hard.

I wish to claw at you not embrace
you as this went to far, I want them
back, next to me. Not in this place,
a place of life, but underneath so
many have you taken in to the dark
.

I cry tears, and you soak them up
hiding the evidence of emotion, I
hit once again for you hold on to
that which I hold dear who I love
so much.

I look down earth churned up, life
will once again grow anew, but
underneath is buried that who
I love, rest now as she has taken
you back. As I leave this cemetery
of  loss and of life. She takes but
also gives back, I will hate her for
a while, as I tread upon her, blood
still drips from my palms.

I tell people
I'm smart,
they ask how
I know,
and I said the combined IQ of the voices in my head, told me so..

life is like
chocolate,
some times
sweet and
tasty, some
times just
plain nuts,
other times
its cheap and tastless, and then you feel like giving it up..

there was no love in the voice that
said would you be my wife, was
it just nerves as he asked it twice,
I stared in to open space, my life
would change for the rest of my
life.

With this word said, would I  take
him as my husband, and me his wife,
thoughts like an avalanche rolled
through my mind, will this change
us how will it change our life. I
needed to run and think, but my
legs wouldn't move, nailed to the
spot, quick sand up to my chest.

I couldn't breath, and then the mist
cleared, I was his and he was mine,
we loved each other stronger enough
for this to last through life. It had felt
like hours had past, then I looked saw
love in those eyes, on bended knee in
front of people, I shouted yes and began
to cry. That was the moment ill keep for
the rest of my life.

I watched as you
cast yourself away
one step at a time;
with my gaze fixed
at your dauntless irises
how could I have known
that with every breath
you were drifting further away.

The clocks ticked away,
and all I have is the last of
second chances.

I watched as you slowly,
very slowly,
with such grace,
effortlessly,
faded into the horizon.

And all I have to thank
is the image of you
my eye lids were able to retain.