No makeup
Not a stitch of clothing on
Stripped down to nothing at all
Hair a mess
Teeth not brushed
Cheeks slightly flushed
Baring me
Naked as can be
Hiding nothing
All my flaws you can clearly see
Every scar
All my shame
Every bruise
Every chalice
Laugh lines
Stretch marks and all
Bare naked
Ready to fall
Embarrassed
Slightly awkward
Feeling out of place
No where to hide from your face
Exposed
Wanting to explode
Then you look at me
And all my imperfections are gone.
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved

Lost
Lost for what seems centuries.
Lost and uncertain.

Can it be that maybe I am free.
Once again on my own, with only my mind and me?
Am I to somehow drowned in my misery.

My soul aches for a purpose, to feel, to live, and to be alive.
I say, to live and be alive because I am nothing close to those two.
Heart beaten black in blue, when will my time be through.

With this ****** beating heart, I shall start over again.
Ill build heaven and call it mine.
I know it'll take time...

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
alone in ebb and flow
how strange it seems to write of love
but never feel it's glow

A sigh, a lie, a broken heart,
a kiss on untouched skin
yet still this writers heart it sits
uncharted deep within.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
and stares at paper bare,
then puts to it her broken heart
and leaves it bleeding there.

i am absolutely terrified
there will never be
another you

I would hold back
the sea with my
bare hands

If you asked

A leaf falls downwards,
Rainbows of colour meet me,
Winter is coming.