All I have to come up with
New and old
Could have been stolen
Or even sold
Who would want?
My emotional thoughts
Well, they have plenty
Lots and lots
I hope they are returned
With me they belong
No one else needs them
They where mine all along
Why can’t anyone come clean
Tell me where they went
My world in on that paper
That’s hard work spent
Now someone knows
All I have been through
That’s just one more thing
I have to stress too

No Date
Ashli Jane

Sometimes I thirst
So intensely for something
Which I cannot identify
That I
Drink glasses
Of ice water
Until the feeling of nausea
Takes over
And I
Forget my illusive thirst.
And though
It isn't for water that I thirst,
I am unable to name that
For which
I do thirst
And am therefore
Forced to quench
The only thirst I know.

It always seems my darkest dreams are wrought by day sun brought.
Rarely is reality an ample theme of thought.
I tend to lend a hue of humor horror and confusion,
To each insipid incident improved by my delusion.

Few can follow in the furrow forged by winding mind.
From time to time I try to track it and end up left behind.
So tangled is my train of thought, I come across as crazy,
I could explain each chain of thought, but really I'm just Lazy.

I want to stop it now
My feet have always walked
A thousand miles

I listen for the placement
Of my different pretext

Biblical reruns
From temple and mass instruction
Encapsulated maps
Calculated construction

Don’t ever follow me
The time machine breaks

I never hear
I’m always deaf  
Never blind to fear

Tearing my shoes
Wanting and desiring
Everything used

I want to stop it now
My feet have walked
A thousand miles

I take one step
I look around
Nobody sees me
I am invisible

I take two steps
I look around
People look away
I wish I was invisible

I take three steps
I am out in the open now
A book for people to read
I want to be invisible

I take four steps
I look around
People see me
People accept me

I take four steps
I look around
People see me
People draw away

I take five steps and am gone
I went too far
I am now an outcast
I shrink back to an Invisible

Do you find yourself holding on to nothing
With absolutely everything you have
So afraid that you will lose
What you never had

Are you just letting go of everything
You’ve found so easy to obtain
While crying out for that
You wouldn’t want if gained

Take a look at what you have
Listen to its song
Perhaps you’ll find it’s the very thing
You’ve wanted all along

If you find you’re never satisfied
With anything you hold
Then your heart may be singing
The saddest song of old