Sarah Jean Ashby

Sarah Jean Ashby Oct 2012

chipped nail polish
too lazy to do anything about it
I'm not a hipster
I just like old things
and tattered, worn out people.
I think they are beautiful.
what others overlook
I ponder; spend hours
lost in admiration.
I enjoy simple things
like high-fives
and bicycle rides
and the smell of seasons changing.
random piece of string around my wrist.
no special reason.
just for the hell of it.
that's me.
in it for the hell of it.
ADD ridden
but happy none-the-less.
deep in thought.
but not in spirit.
light in peace of mind.
I'm me.
Sarah Jean.
and I'd like to think
that I'm doing pretty alright

Sarah Jean Ashby May 2012

Spokes are Speaking

No age limit.
Freedom.
Strength.
GREEN!

Don't care if it's a hipster fad.
I Loved you far before the world.
Simplicity of my legs.
Yet so much power behind these things.

You make me throw my OCD needing to rhyme and flow completely out the window.
Well... Sort of.
And yeah, it bugs me that I'm now writing in complete sentences, but I don't even care anymore.

I care about my bike.
And the beauty that it brings to the world.

#bikes #bike #bicycle #cycling #simplicity #biking

Sarah Jean Ashby May 2012

Just Like Me

Poetry is just a bunch of words
Strewn together in different combinations
All with the sole purpose
Of conveying the same message
Just in a new way:

I Love you
I Hate you
I really want to bone you.

I'm happy
Sad
Hurt
Confused
Angry
Frustrated.

My life is great
My life *****.
People ****.

The world is beautiful,
And so are you.
But that's not what's most important.
Because I'd like to bone your brain too.

This poem is a reflection of me.
I am a reflection of circumstance.

Circumstance is random.
Just like this poem.
Just like me.

Sarah Jean Ashby May 2012

Loud

My opinions are Loud and so is my laughter.
So if you can handle them both...

I think we can be Friends.

Sarah Jean Ashby Dec 2011

"The Moose"

I've been staring at your name
Just trying to make sense of all of this.
Please tell me what it'll take.
Please tell me anything.
I just want to know that I still mean something.

And I'm sorry that I've turned this whole thing upside-down.
Wish I could turn it all around,
But I can't.
It's too late for that.

But I think I deserve
At least one ******* word.
We were friends.
Some might say best.
I guess it wasn't worth fighting for,
When things got weird.
Or awkward.
Or a little more than that.

Again, I'm sorry.
But not for the feelings.
Just the delivery.
It wasn't my best timing

And I agree that we should just be friends.
I just want to be friends.
I just want you back.
Because who the hell else,
Am I going to do "The Moose" with?

We never did end up being friends again. We just kept drifting. But that is his fault, not mine.

Sarah Jean Ashby Oct 2011

Minimal

It's amazing how something so*

simple

Can make you feel so
**complex

Sarah Jean Ashby Aug 2011

Department of Transportation

The DOT: Where dreams go to die
And people go to wait in line
Sit in plastic chairs for hours
Next to mr. homeboy
And some chick that never showers

I'd like to finish this poem,
But they just called my number

Peace out, *******.

Took my brother to the DOT and got bored. This place will drive you crazy. Hence "Peace out."