"everly" poems
Every now and then
I go deep inside my mind
Just to have a little rest
And see what I can find
I don't go in there often
It dark and I must say
That sometimes I'm afraid
That I may lose my way
There's a little corner café
Where Groucho sits alone
Stan Laurel sits there writing gags
And Greta Garbo sits and moans
Sinatra sings for all of them
John Lennon talks to God
Brian Jones gives swimming lessons
There's Liz Taylor and Mike Todd
Over in the distance
At a table in the corner
Hemmingway sells movie scripts
To mogul man Jack Warner
Elvis does a hip shake
Ruth and Gherig playing catch
Bud and Lou do Who's on First
Humphrey Bogart lights a match
Charles Dickens playing darts
A red balloon comes floating by
Andy Warhol sits with Nico
Where German pop songs go to die
Marilyn and James Dean
Sit quietly talking on the stairs
John Kennedy and his brother Bob
Just pretend that they are both not there
Chico plays piano and
Harpo with his harp
Bad jokes float around the room
being told by silent stars
Phil Everly and Phil Ramone
They're new here so they're woozy
Sit talking of the songs they'll miss
Rick Nelson sings of Susie
You see it is a mad mad place
in my head when I may wander
I don't go in too deep
And I've met Henry Fonda
There's images, and icons
Family, and friends
on a little street inside my head
That's a circle with no ends
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I find myself
and I feel myself
slowly falling down
into your gaze,
but is this right?
is this okay?
It's everything I'm afraid of,
everything I'm unsure of. . .
Am I?
Am I even good enough?
to grow with you,
to move with you,
to just be-
with you,
in harmony?
to ebb and flow-
its hard ya know..?
to take the good with the bad,
not many can handle that.
it's a long, hard road paved by patience
with diligence, allegiance, and constant cognizance;
that's not to mention pure intent, unconditional love, and
always going beyond and above...
is this..
could this..
could this be what we're capable of?
when I think of the possibilities,
the places we can go,
the faces we'll see, the some that we'll know,
the many opportunities. . .
w o a h
the thought;
it ties my stomach in knots
the tension;
its so easily broken
like a button upon cloth
held by a thread
SNAP
I'm a wreck...
and its just waiting to happen
like the many times before..
I can't, you can't, we can't
they all end in divorce..
oh sweet, sweet discourse
who knows,
I can't predict the future,
but what I do know
is that you may be the one to sway me
but only I can save me from myself..
and the last thing I'd do is ask you
for any type of help
so give me the time I need
and maybe it'll be
everly after happy!
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
I dated two robots yesterdays
Both were programmed to service me well
We did things
In the same
good old
learned order
of doing things
And after sunset
we kissed
at the beach
With one -
our feet touching
With the other -
our view inviting
the rush of salty waves
Alas
Both robots could suddenly
not speak
One even bluffed
he had a virus in throat
AI intelligence?!
jaa ha ha
The other was hanging just with
With variations of
what do you feels
Tell me your fantasy s
‘Don't think
tell me whatever comes first’ s
And
I believe
And
I say
But
Mine is what he can't understand
His’ is
I think a drink on the beach
But unfortunately I don't drink
Using coconut biotica only
These days
Ahhahhaa
...
While they chatted so well!
Without any error of a word to spell!
…
I dated two robots yesterday
That sighed only to say
I can't believe I am holding yous
How much I missed yous
Hugging robots
Vibrating robots
Robots with small mouth and twister tongue
Ready to penetrate into mine at a slightest chance of an opening
A disguised disgust of my sincere failure
not towards the robot but myself
Hiding you still under my palate
from where the soma of your love drips
Now as if forcefully been replaced
to a taste of this preprogrammed chatalike
Have they lost their voice because of my best dress
or maybe the fantasy of the sandy bikini
which they will never see
in the dark wherein
Both hiding their face
But I see
By my loose body parts
Maybe a lookalike
But I ain't no robot
Oh my sandy bikini
Oh Chosen so carefully
To rejuvenate their fantasy
a different pattern for each-
yes. I do take care of that!
Stays now
as an Everly Brothers’ dream
In my mind only
But
My ‘okey ‘ is an ensuring
‘yes yes’ the Indian way
Of course
They did their best
Seriously
Thus
A big CHAPEAU
For the zest
That obviously still can break china hearts
I took it as a test
To get to know me better
Let me be broken through your dream
Let me cry and shake and perceive an angry cloudy color world
let my remains of china burst
I dated two robots yesterdays
while expecting for a man
Thankfully though
these are yesterdays
Today I met a true man
A gypsy
We will date sometime
Play tabla and darbuka
Drink dance and sing
And sleep
To salute the sun
early in the morning
At the beach
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
“Grades are getting low,
the teens are getting high.
That 12 year old is pregnant
and her parents wonder why.
A 1st grader is swearing,
a 3rd grader has been *****
Just take a look around you,
isn’t the system great?
Who isn’t faded these days,
teens are sending nudes,
kids are getting beaten,
the teachers see the bruises.
No calls for help are spoken,
teens are smoking ****
young girls are cutting,
this isn’t what we need.
The marks of taunt and yelling,
parents are divorced.
That 14 year old is drinking beer,
this can’t get any worse.
A little girl has killed herself,
nobody seems to care.
Another kid has been expelled
for a stupid dare.
But it needs to change.
Our world is officially broken.
It’s time to take a stand;
your thoughts need to be spoken.”
Thoughts are running wild
As the tears stream down my face.
Depressed and suicidal,
But I should just stay in my place.
I’m feeling kinda broken,
Feeling kinda lost.
I wanna make my pain
Just go away at any cost.
Don’t get me wrong, I grew up
In a nice enough neighborhood.
And I did everything that
Anybody said I should.
But it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t me.
I thought that I could help the world
With the things I’ve seen.
My cousin lost herself
In drinking hard and smoking ***
My good friend tried to run away
And lose her past a lot.
I, myself, have struggled
With thoughts of losing it all.
The pro and cons of jumping off
That cliff into the free fall.
I mean if there's something that can save me
Then it'll show up, right?
It's worth the wait to take a blade to my wrist
And **** it up, right?
The truth is, I don't know
How to do this and win the fight.
I need someone to show me
There's still a ray of light.
I fell into a pit of despair
And it consumed me.
I guess the only way to help the world
Was to lose me.
Finding myself is gonna take a while.
Don't know if I can make it.
Keep giving out my heart
Hoping someone will take it.
Drinking, smoking,
Doing everything to make me numb.
Doing stupid things.
Making people call me dumb.
Popping pills like candy
Just to get me through the day.
Trying to end it all;
To make the pain just go away.
It wasn't perfect. Never.
It wasn't good enough for anyone.
So I always sat alone
And wished my life was done.
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
I never asked you for the things you gave me
I never asked
But you didn't even care
If I had asked,
would you have shut me out?
Or would you have given more?
Of your overflowing wine
of life or love or energy
( or whatever it was
that you folded into my hands
like the most secret-sacred treasure map )
You would sometimes catch me
In a gaze like a doe
Ask me things
That took time to sink in
Because I was being distracted
By my urge to count your eyelashes
We could never go outside in the cold
Because you were terrified
That your breath would crystallize and twist inside your lungs
But you loved to see how long you could hold your breath for
Underwater
There would be pauses
As time stilled to take a look at us
To check that we really were still there
And everything around us swirled
Like autumn leaves or glitter stars
Our glances would solidify
And memory struck out to capture snapshots
Everly, I never asked
Not even once, but you still gave
Everly, I can't quite grasp
I see you sometimes
When the sunshine's wounding bright
Yellow, cheerful, heavenly
And I look into the shadows
To find rest for my eyes
I can never keep straight the present and the past
So when I look in the shade
I see ghosts of you sprawled out, laughing, head tilted back, hands splayed
Your sighs were soft
But you only ever sighed them
When your face shone
With a lovely glow of indulgence
We watched Hitchcock religiously
We wouldn't give them up
You said that you liked Vertigo the best
But you never told me why
I'll hold your friendship
In the cup of my hands
While wonder fills up slowly
Where my thoughts should be
I'll peer over my thumbs
To steal a peek at the clear blue crystalline
Effervescent memories
I will remember you foreverly
My word
Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
My teacher told me,
"Write something.
It's required."
So, I did.
And it hurts,
to put it down
on paper,
to share it with the world.
But I was inspired.
He inspired me.
It's a mess of all the things in my head,
but it all comes back to him.
it hurts
when you see someone this attractive.
he has messy brown hair
with golden streaks
and eyes
like a oceanic abyss.
he smiles as if
i'm the funniest thing in the world.
and his laugh
is the music
my ears have unknowingly longed to hear
all my life.
he's a musician,
an actor.
his voice is like the rocks on the shores
that sirens lured sailors into.
it's the rough,
raspy,
most beautiful kind
of angelic.
he's beautiful,
and
i think
i love him.
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
I know it inside me
And I can feel it
Everyone has it to some degree
A beauty about them
Everyone will be loved
Everyone finds someone
To love them
But I haven't found him
So much lust
From men with the wrong beauty for me
I feel just like them
Looking for the one
I want to love
But it's not returned
It's never returned
I can't wait
I can't wait
Is he brown-haired and tweed?
Is he a four-eyed blond?
Is he full of confidence?
I have so many hopes and crushes
Crushed
Is he perfect or almost perfect?
Or one of those men with the wrong beauty?
Will I settle?
No, I won't back down.
I'm an idealist so I won't back down.
You can't make me settle
Like they did in 1391.
You can't make me settle
Like they did in 1391.
You can't make me settle.
Like Erin Everly.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
You got the face of an angel
Honey nothing lasts forever
I´ll feed you the lies
It´s all the same
A pleasant taste of heartache
You taste like vanillin mixed with bipolar
Nothing ever grows out of pity
darling,
I´ll cherish the smell
of your decaying past
in your everly growing collection of perfume
With hints of dementia and white floral
Once you fill every space with
your true love
whos name you dont mention
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
O monogamy, sweet so monogamy
Have me by this rimy night so I may bear your cold’st kiss
To espy eyes blazed in scarlet hue
If not for this holding us part, touching firm this instance
Of what I feel now I could not feel ever,
Could I bask in aughts - a goodness too true as so a sight worth sights
If pulchritude, if vagary...
To innerstand this sorrow, this phase, this ending of me
So lovesick of vanity, this night owes me tears
But tonight she has me, by her brassiere, by lips
Tangl’d in manner and salaciousness - her being to be
Wonder of me, wonder me; if I ever your knight
Wonder if I am enough, manifest your ways unto me
Demand I exist, under your eyes
Impart this velleity, four ways for ways...
Have me, O monogamy
With you will I always be? Your sabbath, your blind’st bliss as too mine
Split with me another moment for much time has rot
Mongst this lour’st hour my heart is wounded by the thorns of essence
To think we are but not cause to this grieve
In sooth; this everly passion now a mortal’s pule
Stay with me on this last’d night
A midnight kiss, a midnight touch, fragrance, a gentle glare...
Monogamy, monogamy.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
***You some other me
some how wherefore
way;
X'YZleeeping;
I call thee;
My darkest nights'
you still push
pull;
My Ability's;
Too hard;
Without;
I'd dare imagine;
To conceive;
Gravity's;
Beyond;
Emc's
Squared;
Beyond;
The ends;
Of Spectrum's;
Off charts;
Either;
Ends...
Overly;
Heavy;
Overly;
Here;
Another;
Less than the Air;
Still;
Imagine;
Somewhere;
Some How;
Three;
Born;
Between;
Certain;
Defiance;
Loves;
Breathes;
Beyond;
Our lives;
Blasphemed;
As parents;
We are everly;
Thank you;
Mommy;
The marvelous;
Miraculous;
All Love;
Joy;
Fun;
Love;
Trust;
Pleasures;
Rest;
Between;
Hands;
Hearts;
Arms;
Heavenly;
Re See Eve'd
The Holy;
Breath;
Blew;
Breathing;
Breathes;
With All;
Our Lies;
Between;
Still;
Names;
Deeply;
Came;
With All;
Power;
Stories;
True;
So Much;
Gratitude;
Grace too;
Without;
Nor;
Would I;
Conceive;
My family;
Though Seven Billion,
One Here Now Ever;
Generation be;
I have,
put you out;
Finally;
Beyond;
Hope;
Horrors;
Pain;
All to,
too hard,
were it possible,
to conceive;
What I thought,
could be survivable,
in all knowing,
all avoidable;
Yet;
Came,
To Be!!
My prime;
Responsibility,
for my family;
Me,
Our Three,
Now four,
Not five;
Still beyond,
I care,
Love,
Friend;
Too,
to hard,
to conceive;
We,
You,
Me,
S
t
i
l
l,
Two,
Family;
To parent,
as One,
No;
I,
We,
My Prime,
Three Beloved,
Sacred Tree;
I Am,
We Need,
Four Way,
Sacred trust,
Primarily!!!***
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
IMGAYGAYMEANSHAPPYIMFEELINGGAYTODAYYOUSEEMYFINGERSSNAPPINGIWANNASEETHEWORLDDONTFEELLIKENAPPINGTODAYIMQUEERLETSBECLEARWHENISAYTHEWORDQUEERIMEANECCENTRICORWEIRDANDLETMETELLYOUALLIMBEINGSINCEREWHENISAYTHERESNOTHINGWRONGWITHBEINGQUEERILIKEMENMYFELLOWMENWOMENANDMENANDEVERYTHINGINBETWEENANDBEYONDWOMENANDMENILIKEEVERYONETHEENDOKAYIMGAYBUTTHATSNOTQUEERWHATSSOSTRANGEABOUTHOLDINGMENDEARIMCHEERYBECAUSEIMGAYANDIMOKAYWITHME
-THOMASSANDERS
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
Charped lips,
A dry heart,
A deep craving,
Thoughts aflame,
Gasoline filled,
Soul burning,
To ashes,
Red heart turning,
To cooling coal,
Burnt to bone,
Nothings left,
Except that heart,
The one beating,
For You,
The blood flowing,
In You,
My darling still,
My love for you still,
Flows everly so,
Like blood in your veins,
Even through deep pains,
To love you Ill always will.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
When life becomes cruel and utterly mean
When storms and waves tend to break you
And there's no escape into some warm inn
Just remember that His love is everly true
When sadness and pain weigh you down
And tears fall down your face unrestrained
And with shame, you want to hide in the ground
Just remember that His love, He's never feigned
With men being human with heartbreaks
And you never seem to get over the pain
And every true love is as good as fake
Just remember that His love would forever rain
God has a way of teaching and dealing with us
With every of His action in our best interests
And our future He'll never bring to rust
Just remember that His love gives us rest.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
My love’s front cannot ever dim in essence. To my fellow men whom may see a beauty within a realm of naked sights. It is not ever that a beautiful sight has become less in its vibrant and sacred ways, it is forever the eye that shifts in trueness for it now everly trite. Never falter by your beloved’s lovest parts, gape firmly at god, gape at your treasure for it matters not if deemed gold or copper. Beauty is beauty.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
stuttering,
panting,
increased heart rate...
nervous?
smiling,
excitement,
fluttering heart...
happiness?
scared,
nervous,
excited...
"LOVE!"
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Soone must come morely close for a man as I of tim’d depression and despair
Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste
Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust
Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics
...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain
I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more
Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
My rose flower
I am your own rose follower
Because of your scent smell
I will everly be happy man I tell
My rose flower
I have reserved a field within me
The field of rosey hearts
The field centred with vision
My rose flower
I am your only gardener
I will water to keep you fresh
To my best,I will keep the field rosey red.
My rose flower
With a black velvet band
You shine like a diamond
As the queen of the land
My rose flower
I will change your generic name
As stated by law
Just to be in-suit with you
My rose flower
My patience is like a tailor's suit
I will continue sowing my patience
Like a tailor's patience
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 3:28 PM UTC
The cold winter wind is blowing
the breath out of my lungs.
Even in the summer.
Cause this winter called depression
lives in my mind.
But I don't act that way?
Yeah, you're right.
It's not an act.
It's who I am
and I can't change that.
My heart races and I try not to black out
as I ground myself
because Anxiety and Panic Attacks
are my two best friends
and they never leave me alone.
But I don't act that way? Right again.
I spare the people around me,
the people I'm close to,
the people I love
from this hell that haunts me day and night.
The view from my closet
is not the same as the view from the living room windowpane.
But I can't come out into the open, because
no one will let me
I will hide forever and suffer in silence.
But I don't act that way?
I hide who I am because I am a disgrace.
No one understands and
it
hurts.
My broken pieces
don't fit together anymore,
and I'm waiting
for someone to notice
because I can't take it.
But I don't act that way? No, I don't.
Because when I do,
I'm written off as ****** and annoying"
or "faking it and selfish"
or "on my period and just causing drama."
But I hold it together.
And I **** well
don't have to prove my pain
to you.
It's not your pain,
not your business,
not your sob story to hear
because you feel like faking pity.
It's mine.
And I'm done letting you dictate what it looks like.
~ Ashton Grayson Everly
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
" H O L D,
H O L D
O
N
H O L D
O T
N O
M
E,
cause i'm a little
U S ...
N T Y
E D
A
a little
U S ..."
N T Y
E D
A
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
I'm gonna love you forever.
That's just my
curse, it's
whatever...
- A Nobody
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
You were my everything.
My light;
my world;
my life.
I loved you.
What happened to us?
I don’t know what I was thinking. It clearly wasn’t going to work.
Do you know why? It’s because you’re too cold to feel anything.
You were chatting it up with everyone
except the girl who fell hopelessly for you the day she met you.
You were gone before you ever left. I lost you before I got lost myself. You were the last bit of light before the darkness came and captured me. To this day, I am still in love with you.
No matter how many people say that I don’t know what love is,
I know that I felt it with you.
It was different than anything I’ve ever felt before.
You make me weak in the knees and I can’t think when I’m around you.
I gave you my heart, and you dropped it.
I would rather you had given it to someone else.
But you dropped it and it cracked. You stepped on it; it shattered.
You left me a broken girl with an empty heart.
I can’t feel anything except the effect you have on me.
I am an unmarked box that gets returned to the sender;
a poison apple;
a lost cause.
I am the broken girl with the broken heart;
with the ghost smile;
with the stuttered breaths.
I am left behind and I am not the same.
Because of you, I am no longer the happy little ray of sunshine
with the bright smile.
I am a hollow person;
a mere shell of the girl I was before.
I don’t smile as much anymore,
and I feel a weight on my shoulders that never leaves.
And now, I wonder, if you were to see me
in the halls,
or on the sidewalk,
or anywhere,
would you recognize me?
Would you even remember my name?
Or was it just a joke to you;
a bet maybe,
to see how badly you could break me?
You were my light;
my world;
my life.
And now
I’m consumed
by the dark.
~ Ashton Grayson Everly
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Dragonfire Eyes
Shining Bright,
Revealing All
Throughout the Night.
Dragonfire Smile,
In the Sky.
Cities to Ash
We Don't Know Why.
Dragonfire Flames
In the Night,
Completely Shutting Out
The Fairy Lights.
Dragonfire Lost,
As All Fire Dies.
Creating Secrets,
Spreading Lies.
Dragonfire Hides
Out of Sight.
Filling People
Up With Fright.
Dragonfire Dream
Flying By.
Can't Be Caught.
It's up too high.
Dragonfire Fears,
A Chilling Bite.
Breathing In and Out
Is A Serious Fight.
Dragonfire Heart
Feelings Try
To Take Over My World,
Unsatisfied.
Dragonfire Love,
Heart is Tight.
Surpressing Joy
With All My Might.
Dragonfire Life,
Sad, Tis Quite.
I'm Cutting It short.
The Ending's Not Right.
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
I want to be mad.
I want to hate you.
But I can't.
Cause I love you.
Why do I feel this?
You make me so helpless.
I want it
to end,
cause you're only
my friend.
And
I'm done.
-LostInStereo
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Starlight;
Star bright;
My favorite star
I've seen tonight.
I wish you may,
I wish you might,
realize you are
worth the fight.
I don't have to look that far
to know you're perfect as you are.
Even when we have a fight,
I know I'll still love you tonight.
Look and see; we've come so far.
Cause you are my favorite star.
You are my starlight;
the brightest starlight.
You brighten up my dark Black night.
You show my favorite constellation.
Orion and the Dog Star.
What a sight.
~Ashton Grayson Everly
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC