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Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
To what extent have we followed the dreams of mortal men? Conjuring the images of glass and metal, bending it to our will.
All the while destroying the world of plants and wood.
And yet-
These religions tell us that the End will be brought by deities and demons. It seems as if to say we are the demons, as when the world of green dies, so will we as punishment for mass consuming and wasteful manners.
So we will die

But it's too late to stop now, it's already the middle of the ending.
My Biology teacher brought up a good point a few months ago that has stayed with me for a while.
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
Where is it?
My head
it seems to have fallen off
I feel dizzy
hysteric
what am I to do
Standing in the dark
gasping for breath
She hates you
She hates you.
You should run away.
But I can't.
That stranger
with the cigarette
saw me.
I can't leave now.
I'm stuck here.
Okay so maybe I'm enjoying this story poem line thing but I swear to you it's not the first story poem series I've done!
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
Red on marble
Spattered floor
Brains like static
Begging
Begging for more
You're insane
You're insane
The blood gushes darker
You can't turn back time
What's done is done
A scar to hide
For the rest of my life
I'm wailing
failing
to cry.
What's this? A backstory of the scar from the girl in Staring Stranger? Is there going to be more? Yes. Yes there will be.
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
Give me a letter
Find me a word
tell me something
that  I've never heard

Make me a story
Write me a song
I will always be there
I have been all along

But if you should stop
If you should quiet
I will leave you forever
alone in the silence
This is called narcissism.
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
What eats away at a young child's mind
what tears through the patience of adults?
What leads to screams or puzzles
What leaves a dull thumping pain in a chest
something you can't quite get rid of?
And if you don't find something quick
something to do
You might just die of it.
boredom
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
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I don't belong here.
get them out
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
Why do you write?
Is it an outlet?
A message?
Or is it for attention?

Me?
I write to write.
To share and to show.
if anyone wants to answer be my guest
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