Ash

Joined February 2021

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Bio

Hello there! I'm ashl I love writing poetry, the main source to express the inside onto the outside, or essays as a conversation between you and me in order to hear myself better at times.

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How long
How long will I wait? How long will I drag myself through the mud before I realize the hands waiting for me to finally take the bait.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
When the glory fades
Where do we go when the glory fades? When the dust settles is there no more space? There has to be a bigger place to hold us outside of just 30 days.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
July 4th
Fourth of July rolls around and I am left wondering what exactly it is that we are celebrating. Try and try as I might I can never find reason to be patriotic for this country I have to call home. There comes a certain connatation or image in being a proud American, and it is never one I wish to be as much as I would like to say that I am proud to be an American, it at times leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
By Ash2 years ago in The Swamp
No contact
At times it seems as if going no contact gets lost in translation instead of recognizing it as a need for distance in order for self growth from both parties it gets viewed as a grudge; silly petty differences or a unwillingness to find resolution for the dispute in the ways that the opposing person wants.
By Ash2 years ago in Motivation
over the rainbow
gazing up on starry nights, caught wondering if you are looking down on me or upon me... I know I only find disappointment within me to find someone other than God to blame for taking you away sooner than I was ready.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
lost in translation
Your head is up in the clouds, think you have a bird's eye view but really you're stuck on cloud nine; blissful ignorance to you.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
the little girl I used to be
body and spirit separate; relying more on my body than my spirit. Too afraid to learn how to give myself now what I needed then; An inner child wanders around picking up all those missing pieces I was so sure would never come back.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
desultory
nothing helps me or it would if I allowed it. It's always been cleansing for someone else, never worrying about myself.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
red
Do I cry over spilt milk or smash the glass to give me something to really rage about? taught to get over it before how to get through it; I am nothing but a ticking time bomb. How do I learn to be better when I've never been taught to feel better?
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
secluded
I'm not shy, I'm reserved. I'm not shy, I'm hidden. I am not shy, I am actually quiet, I mean quite loud in my head. It is only when it comes to getting it out of my head when it becomes a problem.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
BUSY
My mind weighs down my body, my body stays busy to run from what my mind has to say; autopilot keeps me surviving not thriving.
By Ash2 years ago in Poets
round and round
I listened to a song once, heard the word calamity, and thought that it meant peace. I mean what else would you think when it was sung about so melodically; mixed with how it is spelled, doesn't calamity just look as if calm just forgot a couple of its letters? forgot that it was the calm before the calamity?
By Ash2 years ago in Poets

Ash

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How long

When the glory fades

July 4th

No contact

over the rainbow

lost in translation

the little girl I used to be

desultory

red

secluded

BUSY

round and round

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