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Ash Nov 2018
we were together on the rooftop
sharing the same skies
gazing the beautiful sunset together
seeing the clouds marching towards the sun

as the sun is going down through the clouds
as the breeze passes through us
we were sharing things about life
i was happy for that moment.

you said you are the sun
but why you burns me instead of shine for me ?
  Nov 2018 Ash
Nat Lipstadt
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath


Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013
your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.  

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank God!
Ash Sep 2018
the damage has done
shattered into pieces
nothing left only tears
and memories
gasping for help
  Sep 2018 Ash
Abby Reynolds
Everyday I reserve a moment
to picture you
to imagine us
to feel your heart
which I know well is
still embedded into my own
I'm aware these few moments of my day can lead to nothing
but troubles, & heartache
because when I open my eyes
you're there
god knows where
& I'm here, nowhere
When I stop to think about why I still take my time to think about you
I can only come up with the reasoning that I still love you
I always will love you
even now, six months later
after the damage is done
after the tears have fallen for so long
I'm worried they may have seeped their way into my heart
Even with the knowledge
of the gut wrenching
heart altering pain
our love brought into my
all dancing and daisy life
even past the break,
the moment I knew the love of my life was never
coming home
I would do it all again
over & over & over
&over
again
just for a taste of that sensation
of us
lying barely clothed wrapped in your embrace
for just a glimpse of
your abysmal brown eyes
for a minuscule moment
of our epic love story
I just thought you should know
there's never regrets in this hallow hallway of my heart
only stubborn love
that grasps at a chance
for one more try
Ash Jan 2018
Where did you go ?
I thought we last forever
Where did I go ?
I was sinking through the leather
I need you back
Pills
Ash Dec 2017
As you believe that everything will fall to its place
So I do
I believe that you'll come back one day
and realize that
I'm madly, deeply in love with you
I believe that in the deepest part of my soul that
No matter what challenges might carry us apart
We will always find our way back to each other.
  Nov 2017 Ash
Rick the shoe shine boy
when I first met her
seven years ago
she was a drunk

she rented a small
room from her sister
and brother in law

her **** were fake
but her personality
was real....
as real as the drinks
we shared that night.

I never engage her
sexually, although
I could have but
this went way beyond
the laws of attraction
and we shared a
special connection.

one year and one half later,
I heard from her
brother in law that on
Thanksgiving night
she hit the bottle a
little too hard,
went crazy,
grabbed a butcher knife
and tried to stab her family.
then proceeded to slit her
own wrists and went in for
the long nap.

the next day, I went to visit,
looked around her vacant
room and saw the bottle of
whiskey sitting on her dresser.
I took a hard look in the mirror,
grabbed the bottle and sat on her
uncovered blood stained mattress
and finished off the bottle thinking
about the first time we met.

I threw her bottle in the
waste basket on the side
of her bed and when I did,
that was also the end of
our special connection
we once shared.

I was a bit drunk after that
and gaining an allergic reaction
to their 3 cats, so I took some
drowsy medication
and passed out in their chair.

I see her sister and brother in law
every now and then and they never
talk about the incident,
like it ever happened
or that she ever existed

but sometimes, it’s best
that silence is a language
we currently stay fluent in.
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