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  Mar 2018 Ashley Kane
Jeff Gaines
Please save a place for me,
deep inside your heart.
Always know that I think of you,
as we both practice our art.

Our worlds are full of temptations,
so very hard to resist …
and the good Lord knows
we're both far from,
sixteen and never been kissed.

Wealthy men with jaws divine …
Temptresses with looks so fine …
Paths that lead our hearts away …
Paths that surely lead astray …

They'll lead us there every time.
They'll leave us there … so  unkind.
Our hearts must shine,
night and day.
Through any darkness … they'll light our way.

If you never touch my face …
If I never look into your eyes …
We'll always have the comfort of sharing
the same
big, blue sky.

If I never smell your hair …
If you never kiss my lips …
Always know the search for your smile
has launched a thousand ships.

So, I hope you save a place for me
in your heart so sweet and kind.
Please, save a place for me …
Heaven knows you've one in mine.
Fall 1999
Ashley Kane Mar 2018
Unaware of you at first
You
     Crept  
              Upon me
And strike .....

Weeping
Winding me instantly
    Unable to account for the cause
Polluting and heavy
Once started
        It spreads through me

     Overwhelming me
     Tired and defeated
     Mocked of pride
     Put in place and offended
     But deserved ??
     self guilt and doubt stirring
                                      an ocean ..... a bottomless pit
Dragged up and upheaved
To cut the surface sharp and wounded
Still raw and open
Unrealised ....
          And ...... unaddressed
Get back down .... now go
Sink
&
Rest
(C) Ashley Kane FB
A poem about a sad memory striking is forgotton about at the wrong time and place
Ashley Kane Mar 2018
Me
Me
The forgotten me,
I squint to see her
the she before the us
I can't remember her
what did she wear.....
how did she talk.....
did she dance....
did she laugh....
did she enjoy making love?....
she's so lost and forgotten, a pattern out of date.
no longer viable on this new updated model
i can no longer run her program the forgotten me isn't compatable
so i must put her to sleep along with us
This new Me this new version is harder to run
its not as quick or slick
but its strong and resistant with
plenty of armour
an upgrade for the forgotten me
A reflection on myself after coming out of an oppressive situation trying to identify with myself again
Ashley Kane Mar 2018
I really hate those school Cliche groups
The jocks, the skaters the nerds
How did this childish survival ways bleed into our societies heart

I hate the way it sticks into adulthood
How sad as adults we still have this need to be liked and wanted by peers
So much
So desperate are we
That we
****
Pick
Poke
Sneer
Bully
Seclud
Judg
Hateful hateful world

I want to see strong wild men in the wind standing tall speaking there minds and saving the abused

stood next to them strong Amazonian woman equal and proud

Intellectual characters being right, debating discussing , RANTING on their soap box next to the argumentative and rebellious types
Sticking it to the man with all their might

I want to see the witty and the ****** speak up and say there peace
Socking reality and bluntness to you
Bowling over your cliche
And next to them ...
The advocate of the underdog standing  strong
I want you to hear our voices our views our arguments
I want you to stop bending and straighten your spine against the wind of oppression
To enlighten your fire your flame
Soul recharged
Eyes open to the realities and ignorance
To truly take into your conscious brain
The man
The rule
The emperor structure of unfairness of life
Stand against this gale with all your differences
Unique diversities
Proud to be that spark that can only shine like you do
I just want you to be the best you
(C) Ashley Kane
Angry writing after thinking about some injustices at work - I still get fustrated even in areas where it shouldn’t matter that we are a face fits society in many ways

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