2d Ashley Kane
she is the heaven
you would go to hell for
  2d Ashley Kane
Take my hand and lead the way
tell me all you want to say
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
Pull me close and hold me near
take away my pain and fear
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one
Give me wings so I can fly
for I can soar when you're nearby
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall
I've been a prisoner, can't you see
Break my chains and set me free
Strip me of my armor tight
you'll find I won't put up a fight
Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

Now I see it clear - through the smoke and laughter
Now I see it clear - what I did for years

I fell in love with you, with your image in the mirror
I was on drugs, drugs of desperate connection

So I liked you, I tried to like you with my heart
Put myself under ties when under the effect of your drugs
To restrain myself from myself - I feared too much
So I liked you, but your rites I could not abide
You were never made of the same matter as I
The requests I could not fill, the requests were not for me
Sounds bleak but...

(Get away from this, you don't belong here, you never did.
Ah, the black and white scheme! Not ever real)

Through the excitement and the stir
There's something else to see...

Because you read my fears,
you see who I am through the cracks and scars
maybe even though I worn a mask
You saw me when I was an embryo,
a sick, sick embryo...

Braille to you
You read me softly when I can't do
Because I'm not you, but I am a part of you.
We don't always get the poems that we want.
Sometimes we get the poems that we need.
Sometimes we get poems we can only read once.
Sometimes we write poems and the words bleed

Through the page or shine through the screen
Because they let us admit to ourselves we have low self-esteem
Although we have self love and it all doesn't mean,
It just lives inside us, surviving feeding on dreams

All the words I write, hundred poems I've rambled
Instead of playing more games, instead of flipping more channels,
I write these words for you in an attempt to light a candle
To ever so slightly brighten your life that you CAN handle

Poetry, words, arrangements, collections
All brought together by love and affection,
Various sorts, but the ones most prominent
Are the ones that I feel that are also ominous

Like I just want to write, and it feels sort of dark
And the words sometimes shed light by breaking my heart
And taking what I thought I knew, and then tearing that apart
But from the breaks I grow, the breaks where I make art

Although it's hardly art to me, I still sit and write
I might as well when all my other acts yield nothing, slighted.
No offense to them, but they're not always invited
To the space inside my heart because they don't yield products

More often than not, I'm just a simple consumer
Trying to amuse or numb myself with the fastest lights, sooner
And once the lights turn out, I turn off and sleep
And inside me, something really deep cries out,

It asks me, "What do you make? Who do you help?
What do you save? Where's your progress? What have you done?
Do you have any answers? Do you even have one?"
Yes. I just write poems and try to help people,
And it feels pretty good sometimes.
So tired so very very tired.
My torn shredded body is weakened by the day,
By labours unappreciated
Kindnesses unseen ,
Jokes and smiles forced upon a face starting to crack with time and dull with age.
Bones ache and scrape
And hands become to tremor
Eyes start to fail and mind is even slowing .
I count down hours till I can relax with you.
Our collaborative aim to labour in vain to save
So that we may have some enjoyable kind of life
A shared life for soul mates
But this rat race is cruel and working is never quite enough
And despite good intentions
And despite wants and wishes
Dreams of adventures
We are drained from life
And so we sleep
Just really really tired from work and poor and wishing could focus or do something more enjoyable
Let me hear your thoughts
So loud I can feel your heart
So silent I’m drowned in your soul
So soft it will melt me to tears
In sunshine and in rain.
I knocked the door.
Morning and evening.
I knocked the door.
Kept my ego in my pocket;
And I knocked the door.
Kept my self respect in my purse;
And I knocked the door.
Finally when door will open
It will be too late.
Silence will prevail all around;
And I will be found no more.
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