#checkin
When was the last time someone asked—
really asked—
“How are you?”
Not just the words,
not just a passing phrase
dropped in the space between hello and goodbye,
but a question that waited,
lingered,
held its breath for the truth.
When was the last time someone cared?
Not out of habit,
not out of duty,
but because your silence felt heavy,
because your laughter didn’t reach your eyes,
because they noticed
what you’ve been too busy to see.
And have you even asked yourself?
Past the noise,
past the rehearsed replies,
past the I’m fine that feels like a locked door.
Have you stood still long enough
to sit with the answer?
Let’s put the banter to one side.
Easier said than done, I know.
No need to overthink, no need to fix—
just breathe.
Just be.
And if no one else asks today,
then I will:
How are you, really?
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
Sometimes, tides behind teeth get stuck
as if the moon, distracted,
looses its inexorable pull
then all the weight of water
sits stagnant
while each pescatarian thought
from the zipping, inconsequential minnow
to the ponderous whale bulk
sulks, sick and stuck
If you see these green gills,
or the overspill in the eyes of those
you know
maybe sit awhile, harbour side
and cast a line or two
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 3:24 AM UTC
Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.
Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.
Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.
Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out
It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.
As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
And so the shoe drops,
Easily, easily
It’s much easier for you to wound me,
than wear your human mask over lizard skin.
You gnash your teeth and flail your limbs,
like a stupid ******* lizard person.
How hard is it to check in when you’ve said something so worrying?
How hard is it to speak?
Or is it just that words don’t issue,
from betwixt your lizard beak?
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Hallo! It's Ash, and I'm sorry I haven't been able to upload anything recently. I've been going through state testing prep work(boooring) so now that I have finished the Math test, I can write this(yay!). So let's answer some basic questions! Also, if you're just reading this on the home page, check out my other poems on my channel! Thanks!
Age: 14
Birth Name: Rylie Ashtyn Lucas
Nickname: Ashtyn( or Ash)
Gender: Female
Grade: 8
Pronouns: She, Her
****** Orientation: Panromantic, Asexual
Best Friend: Maxyyyyyyy (his poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2405991/dear-maxwell/)
Siblings? How Many?: Yes, 5 brothers that I love dearly( except the eldest, he's evil..)
Birthday: December 15th, 2003
Birth Location: Landstuhl, Germany
Coke Or Pepsi: Coke
1 "addiction": Pinterest
Thanks y'all, sorry for not uploading recently. It's been hectic, not just with school, but also a lot of family drama(if you want more info, message me!)
Love ya!-Ash(tyn)
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC