Submissions by AshleyRenee (Ashley Renee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
12th Apr 2012 5:38am
12th Apr 2012 5:38am
mind and soul
he's a victim of the cryptic attention
another night spent retracing our youth
heard every word, I've been here a thousand times
the so-called lies have become the hard truth
mine is a troubled mind,
oh, I've a troubled mind indeed,
you don't make it any better or worse, but
you don't always give me what I need
she's in love with flowers and past times
she can't see through these windows so clear
all he wants are pretty words on paper
they can't see the depth in these tears
mine is a troubled mind
oh, I've a troubled mind...
another night spent retracing our youth
heard every word, I've been here a thousand times
the so-called lies have become the hard truth
mine is a troubled mind,
oh, I've a troubled mind indeed,
you don't make it any better or worse, but
you don't always give me what I need
she's in love with flowers and past times
she can't see through these windows so clear
all he wants are pretty words on paper
they can't see the depth in these tears
mine is a troubled mind
oh, I've a troubled mind...
747 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 7:14am
8th Mar 2012 7:14am
pages
the pages stare at me, blankly.
they beg me for food
like the kids with huge sad eyes
on television.
they ask me to tell them a story
like Wendy's brothers
and Peter Pan.
they are longing to be filled,
to envelop the joy
and the melancholy.
they are longing to mirror me,
and my longing
for a literary diction
that rivals my crisp,
singing tongue.
to mirror my longing
for a feeling of flying
while being completely grounded.
for the smoothness not to be wasted,
to be so appreciated
that the technologically absorbed...
they beg me for food
like the kids with huge sad eyes
on television.
they ask me to tell them a story
like Wendy's brothers
and Peter Pan.
they are longing to be filled,
to envelop the joy
and the melancholy.
they are longing to mirror me,
and my longing
for a literary diction
that rivals my crisp,
singing tongue.
to mirror my longing
for a feeling of flying
while being completely grounded.
for the smoothness not to be wasted,
to be so appreciated
that the technologically absorbed...
669 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 8:44pm
2nd Mar 2012 8:44pm
The Nightly Show
barraged by the deafening
blasts
of weaponry and shouting
only to be paralleled by
private jokes and the exchange
of pointless lingo.
my smile has become nothing
more than what a clown
paints on his face.
it feels as though I am slowly
sifting through sand;
the wire pierces, yet draws no blood.
I would give anything for that first look,
or the sensation of
feeling you fall in love with me
once more
I never minded before
when I was a part of everything,
when there was time for a
sweet stolen kiss,
or a whispered...
blasts
of weaponry and shouting
only to be paralleled by
private jokes and the exchange
of pointless lingo.
my smile has become nothing
more than what a clown
paints on his face.
it feels as though I am slowly
sifting through sand;
the wire pierces, yet draws no blood.
I would give anything for that first look,
or the sensation of
feeling you fall in love with me
once more
I never minded before
when I was a part of everything,
when there was time for a
sweet stolen kiss,
or a whispered...
614 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Oct 2011 7:39pm
3rd Oct 2011 7:39pm
My Father's Secret
A/N: This is a story I wrote for my creative writing class. I'm just hoping for some extra feedback from you lovely people in addition to the "college level" suggestions and criticisms I'm bound to receive! Thanks for reading.
My Father's Secret
I snuck back to Green Harbor today. What an exciting feeling, rebellion. And honestly, I don’t think I could have stayed away for long anyway; the place had a way of calling me back, like magic. My father doesn’t want me to go there because he said the hippies will...
My Father's Secret
I snuck back to Green Harbor today. What an exciting feeling, rebellion. And honestly, I don’t think I could have stayed away for long anyway; the place had a way of calling me back, like magic. My father doesn’t want me to go there because he said the hippies will...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2011 5:22am
29th Jul 2011 5:22am
disconnected
a voice crushed by the conductor
as if its song reeked of only
failure and mistakes
a force banished by the stubborn,
the disbelieving,
and the uncouth
a spirit, lost to the winds,
twisting uncontrollably
through everything and nothing
while the continually discontent
breaths of the skies
cast it aside,
pushing it one way
and another
and another
with no hope of holding on
to anything at all,
until one final gust of air
annihilates it completely
july 12, 2011
as if its song reeked of only
failure and mistakes
a force banished by the stubborn,
the disbelieving,
and the uncouth
a spirit, lost to the winds,
twisting uncontrollably
through everything and nothing
while the continually discontent
breaths of the skies
cast it aside,
pushing it one way
and another
and another
with no hope of holding on
to anything at all,
until one final gust of air
annihilates it completely
july 12, 2011
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2011 3:55pm
27th Jul 2011 3:55pm
infection
a haunting in the silence
insisting on a takeover
a twisting unkindness
harnessing many different forms
its hatred burrows inside,
burning
its lust consumes the body,
tempting
its trickery induces hope,
misleading
slithering over the surface
injecting a venom so powerful
it pushes from within
and outside, it suffocates
a wild entanglement
that appeared so wonderfully
mouth-watering
weakens at a mere glance
and crumbles at a touch
march 12, 2011
insisting on a takeover
a twisting unkindness
harnessing many different forms
its hatred burrows inside,
burning
its lust consumes the body,
tempting
its trickery induces hope,
misleading
slithering over the surface
injecting a venom so powerful
it pushes from within
and outside, it suffocates
a wild entanglement
that appeared so wonderfully
mouth-watering
weakens at a mere glance
and crumbles at a touch
march 12, 2011
797 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2011 3:53pm
27th Jul 2011 3:53pm
normal.
yesterday i wished a dream
of some new place i'd never been
where what you see before your eyes
may not be pretty, but it doesn't lie-
where you're no longer
constricted
to a rhythm off-beat and out of tune
you deflect the spear of dryness
piercing throat and lung
your steps are no longer heavy
and out of time
you're impervious to
the spell that clouds and disguises
that transforms all thoughts and words
into evil whispers
and despairing cries of intricate sorrow
a place where you can escape from
the blank canvas
the...
of some new place i'd never been
where what you see before your eyes
may not be pretty, but it doesn't lie-
where you're no longer
constricted
to a rhythm off-beat and out of tune
you deflect the spear of dryness
piercing throat and lung
your steps are no longer heavy
and out of time
you're impervious to
the spell that clouds and disguises
that transforms all thoughts and words
into evil whispers
and despairing cries of intricate sorrow
a place where you can escape from
the blank canvas
the...
704 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2011 4:42pm
26th Jul 2011 4:42pm
soul shadow
why can't I write you,
oh, elusive words,
I grasp for you
desperately seeking to form you
into something brilliant
and inspiring
you taunt me
with your dance
and your clever escapes
and always, when it seems
I have finally learned your magic
you weave another spell
right before my eyes
and suddenly
you are gone again,
traveling some distant, exotic road
just beyond my reach
may 7, 2011
oh, elusive words,
I grasp for you
desperately seeking to form you
into something brilliant
and inspiring
you taunt me
with your dance
and your clever escapes
and always, when it seems
I have finally learned your magic
you weave another spell
right before my eyes
and suddenly
you are gone again,
traveling some distant, exotic road
just beyond my reach
may 7, 2011
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2011 4:39pm
26th Jul 2011 4:39pm
wanting-
a sense so animalistic
its magnetism is enough
to provide an electric charge
so deep it distracts from the claws
you remember when it began
and what its roots are
what you can't seem to grasp
is from whence came the feeling
that it is the cure to everything
your reliance is nearly that
of an addict
you attempt to change it,
to give it an even deeper meaning
but its then you realize
you've reached the furthest point possible
on your own
this force
must be seduced
and confronted,
the same way it has
seduced
you....
its magnetism is enough
to provide an electric charge
so deep it distracts from the claws
you remember when it began
and what its roots are
what you can't seem to grasp
is from whence came the feeling
that it is the cure to everything
your reliance is nearly that
of an addict
you attempt to change it,
to give it an even deeper meaning
but its then you realize
you've reached the furthest point possible
on your own
this force
must be seduced
and confronted,
the same way it has
seduced
you....
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2010 7:45pm
12th Dec 2010 7:45pm
the blind
it follows much more closely than you’d imagine
infiltrating the deepest of your desires
as it twists within and sticks to you,
as the scent you breathe daily
and the melodic words blend together
inside of you, nesting in pockets of
your brain, your skin, your lungs-
you develop a liking for it,
a need, almost
sometimes you’re so used to it
you forget it’s there
burrowed, deep underneath the layers
and you let it pass by you
though it’s right in front of you
begging for your attention, your appreciation
fanning its...
infiltrating the deepest of your desires
as it twists within and sticks to you,
as the scent you breathe daily
and the melodic words blend together
inside of you, nesting in pockets of
your brain, your skin, your lungs-
you develop a liking for it,
a need, almost
sometimes you’re so used to it
you forget it’s there
burrowed, deep underneath the layers
and you let it pass by you
though it’s right in front of you
begging for your attention, your appreciation
fanning its...
879 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2010 1:54am
27th Oct 2010 1:54am
for, my heart
blue are the eyes of the tall, quiet man,
whose thoughts he writes in the early A.M,
tinged with green in the warm rays of sun,
grey like the ocean when coldness comes.
unto the bright eyes of his girl they linger,
caught in the forever blue, he can't resist her,
she, in turn, is captivated by his charms,
happiest when she is held in his arms.
together they form an incomparable pair,
writer's minds, piercing eyes and...flawless hair ;)
over seas as pirates and adventurers they'll go,
and live by day as wizards in a castle built of snow.
whose thoughts he writes in the early A.M,
tinged with green in the warm rays of sun,
grey like the ocean when coldness comes.
unto the bright eyes of his girl they linger,
caught in the forever blue, he can't resist her,
she, in turn, is captivated by his charms,
happiest when she is held in his arms.
together they form an incomparable pair,
writer's minds, piercing eyes and...flawless hair ;)
over seas as pirates and adventurers they'll go,
and live by day as wizards in a castle built of snow.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 3:30pm
27th Aug 2010 3:30pm
sidewalk
feet grinding on an uneven sidewalk
that never ends, and starts in the middle
scenery repeats itself as the pavement keeps rolling by
to step off of this bludgeoning sidewalk would mean
certain death
destroyed by wheels hurtling by
out of control
and to open one of the many doors
on the opposite side would cause nothing
but a grand illusion
leaving the beholder miserable and weak
feet keep dragging over the sidewalk,
day after day;
perhaps one of these mornings
they'll get around to fixing it
re-laying the squares
and finishing...
that never ends, and starts in the middle
scenery repeats itself as the pavement keeps rolling by
to step off of this bludgeoning sidewalk would mean
certain death
destroyed by wheels hurtling by
out of control
and to open one of the many doors
on the opposite side would cause nothing
but a grand illusion
leaving the beholder miserable and weak
feet keep dragging over the sidewalk,
day after day;
perhaps one of these mornings
they'll get around to fixing it
re-laying the squares
and finishing...
730 reads
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