All the world does
is take.

           Even when I have nothing to give.

I am so worn out and jaded,
that my senses of
compassion
and sincerity
are simply
withering away.

It is sad to admit
that the truth is,

I will be worth so much more
when I am
      dead.

Who are you and why do you have this effect on me?
You walked in the room and I can hardly breath
Do you make me nervous on purpose, or is it just me?
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm falling so quickly

I don't wanna rush it and call it too soon
But if you were the sun, then I'd be the moon
Your eyes illuminate the streets with the only light I can see
I'm just a deer in your headlights when you look at me

Take me anywhere you want to go
I'd follow you into the dark in places I don't know
Wherever you are is where I want to be
You're everything I want, and all that I can see

If you have a hint of doubt about the things that I have said
Just believe me when I say, you do laps inside my head
If you leave it up to me,
I'd tell you to stick around
You be the tree,
I'll be the roots in the ground
I'll help you grow and try to give you everything you need
Darling, it'd make me happy if you grew old with me

Running (1)

She runs after challenges
He runs after change
She runs with her heart
He runs with his legs

Running (2)

She gave him a head start
He gave her hope
It took a while
But it was just a delusion

Running (3)

Running, walking
Stopping, blocking
Seeking, hiding
The pain just won’t go away

Running (4)

She runs away
He follows
She is out of energy
He follows

Running (5)

She drops
He stops
She dies
He cries

He is still running…

Gently placing thoughts in my head
ever so carefully
They claim I will pick up the pieces
I smile a sigh  
I want for all of their fantasies of me
I glance at the floor
My pieces are everywhere and so many
I think impossible
And then I hear his voice and see him
In my dreams
As I fall back on the floor again & again
I smile a sigh
Shake my head and close my eyes
They gently place
These thoughts of fantasy and bliss
All I see is him

Born to die
What for
Born to cry
I ask why
Born to smile
Go for it
Born to lie
It’s just wrong
Born to destroy
How sad
Born to live
Stop being dead

So much on my mind lately
Don't even know how to define it relevantly
Or type it poetically
I just keep thinking
and drinking
I'm begging and pleading
Please just give me what I'm needing
I don't ask for much
But I expect a lot
That doesn't make any sense at all
Who am I trying to fool
I'm wrong
You're right
You always have something to say and
I've become solemnly silent these days
I've spoke it, wrote it, and showed it all
There is no more of me I've left to give
I'm wore out and tired as can be
My mind is heavy
My heart is hurting
My body for you is yearning
I have wants and needs too
Just the same as you
I try to fulfill your wants and needs
Apparently at that I don't succeed
What is there left for me to do
I'm starting to give up on you
Say something poetic to me
Make me feel special again
Open my tired eyes so that I can see
Whisper I'm beautiful in my ear
And tell me "you're right here"
Touch me so I feel it in my soul
Love me back to feeling whole
What has happened to you and I
Neither one of us lately even try
When did the fire burn out
And leave us with piles of doubt
I can't live like this
That's not fair to me or you
What am I suppose to do
Please tell me how this story ends
Explain to me how I start over again
When I've never felt anything more real
Now I'm not sure how to feel
I don't want to do this one more day
It's taking all I have left in my heart to stay...

© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved

i am a tree
i am an observer
i do not speak
i listen and listen
and wait patiently
for something to witness
as i stand still silently

i see
war and
**** and
****** and
suicide and
all brutalities,
caused by
human nature

but i see
love and
joy and
character and
movement and
all endless possibilities,
caused by
human nature

i do not have a voice
i cannot move
i can only grow
higher and higher
closer to the sun,
i can only change
the colours of my leaves
to aware others
of new seasons

i provide oxygen
for all these infinite beings
and i do not know
how many years i will
be rooted here
as an insignificant
on-looker