Submissions by AshleyRenee (Ashley Renee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 1:33pm
17th Jan 2010 1:33pm
sky high
would you like to be stuck in the sky?
it's awfully nice, won't you give it a try?
just hit the switch,
take a breath,
tell the earth goodbye,
and then my friend,
you will transcend!
and then you'll be stuck in the sky!
it's awfully nice, won't you give it a try?
just hit the switch,
take a breath,
tell the earth goodbye,
and then my friend,
you will transcend!
and then you'll be stuck in the sky!
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 1:30pm
17th Jan 2010 1:30pm
following shadows
a dark dream last night,
i was lost in the city
little girl, dress of white
so preciously pretty.
all the lights would illuminate
was the rain that cried
on streets of man's hate
where the innocent had died.
i flew where my feet would carry me
up fire escapes, even underground
hiding from thieves behind hanging sheets
mixing with gypsies in the circus i found
finally the rain stopped
as i climbed cautiously up stairs
of a building of windows topped
with a smiling bear
ladies in white asked me my name
for the life of me, i...
i was lost in the city
little girl, dress of white
so preciously pretty.
all the lights would illuminate
was the rain that cried
on streets of man's hate
where the innocent had died.
i flew where my feet would carry me
up fire escapes, even underground
hiding from thieves behind hanging sheets
mixing with gypsies in the circus i found
finally the rain stopped
as i climbed cautiously up stairs
of a building of windows topped
with a smiling bear
ladies in white asked me my name
for the life of me, i...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 3:36am
17th Jan 2010 3:36am
simple
just a sweet, light spring rain
barely audible through the night
a pattern of dripping pervades
the calm silence of my shelter
just the hero at my side,
a warm and soft picture of quiet friendship.
each of us gazing out the open window,
he listens, and i survey
a glow of marigold and a hint of periwinkle
the only signs of brightness;
streetlamps and factory lights through the trees.
a chill passes over my skin,
shut the window halfway;
and suddenly the reflection,
this paper my hand caresses,
this pen i grasp in my fingers
are...
barely audible through the night
a pattern of dripping pervades
the calm silence of my shelter
just the hero at my side,
a warm and soft picture of quiet friendship.
each of us gazing out the open window,
he listens, and i survey
a glow of marigold and a hint of periwinkle
the only signs of brightness;
streetlamps and factory lights through the trees.
a chill passes over my skin,
shut the window halfway;
and suddenly the reflection,
this paper my hand caresses,
this pen i grasp in my fingers
are...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 3:35am
17th Jan 2010 3:35am
dead end road #77
walked this exact road before
felt this wilderness in earlier times
found this lake at the end
seventy-six times or so
maybe more, maybe less
but all the same, each time I trick myself
into believing the bridge will be there.
on my first journey here,
i stepped onto a bright, white bridge
but when I reached the middle
it crumbled beneath my feet
and into the lake I tumbled with the pieces.
though to this very path, I continue to return
first step is so tentative
into the tender, fresh forest
second step feels better, so natural...
felt this wilderness in earlier times
found this lake at the end
seventy-six times or so
maybe more, maybe less
but all the same, each time I trick myself
into believing the bridge will be there.
on my first journey here,
i stepped onto a bright, white bridge
but when I reached the middle
it crumbled beneath my feet
and into the lake I tumbled with the pieces.
though to this very path, I continue to return
first step is so tentative
into the tender, fresh forest
second step feels better, so natural...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 4:47am
16th Jan 2010 4:47am
temporary paradise
silver trimmings on black canvas
the night has only just begun
to exist among the flying highway
speeding uncontrollably by my window
who knows where we'll end up
tonight, we're heading south
and there's no turning back
I'll drive when you're tired
you speak when it's quiet
the radio plays familiar songs
so perfectly chosen
to guide us to temporary paradise
the night has only just begun
to exist among the flying highway
speeding uncontrollably by my window
who knows where we'll end up
tonight, we're heading south
and there's no turning back
I'll drive when you're tired
you speak when it's quiet
the radio plays familiar songs
so perfectly chosen
to guide us to temporary paradise
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 4:47am
16th Jan 2010 4:47am
a.j.e.p.l.b.f
Just lusting after your approval
Separating at my threadless seams
You speak from your pedestal
Yet next to you is my seat
Your words weave inside
Fill the gaps left open wide
Though you know your power
You’d prefer us to disregard it;
But you’re aware, I’m sure,
Of your throne, as our Prince.
my favorite secret,
Separating at my threadless seams
You speak from your pedestal
Yet next to you is my seat
Your words weave inside
Fill the gaps left open wide
Though you know your power
You’d prefer us to disregard it;
But you’re aware, I’m sure,
Of your throne, as our Prince.
my favorite secret,
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 11:32pm
14th Jan 2010 11:32pm
a mess
the ceiling hit the floor today
the walls, they seemed to shrink away
but the wall between us, it stood too strong
a mark of everything gone wrong
what will your mind see when you sleep?
how will you dream while not in my keep?
and tonight i'll turn away from you
tonight i won't lie next to you
and though i choose the path in shadow
sometimes, allow me a guide to follow
we're halting time, like grinding gears
i've seen your mind, and held it dear
entertain me, firefly
flit about me in the night
because tomorrow you'll cry out for me...
the walls, they seemed to shrink away
but the wall between us, it stood too strong
a mark of everything gone wrong
what will your mind see when you sleep?
how will you dream while not in my keep?
and tonight i'll turn away from you
tonight i won't lie next to you
and though i choose the path in shadow
sometimes, allow me a guide to follow
we're halting time, like grinding gears
i've seen your mind, and held it dear
entertain me, firefly
flit about me in the night
because tomorrow you'll cry out for me...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 11:31pm
14th Jan 2010 11:31pm
puppet
from what once was
over seasons, has changed
to what is now
force that down
wear a smile
jump the gun
puppet, puppet
pull the strings
do what you wish
where i've been, where i stay
evidence of what i didn't say
don't invest, one caress
hook and drag behind your carriage
god forbid i take the reins
inside, become simple soil
plant what you see fit,
[sure i'll be okay with it]
if you are the ocean,
i'm lost in the tide
if you are the meadow,
i've nowhere to hide.
over seasons, has changed
to what is now
force that down
wear a smile
jump the gun
puppet, puppet
pull the strings
do what you wish
where i've been, where i stay
evidence of what i didn't say
don't invest, one caress
hook and drag behind your carriage
god forbid i take the reins
inside, become simple soil
plant what you see fit,
[sure i'll be okay with it]
if you are the ocean,
i'm lost in the tide
if you are the meadow,
i've nowhere to hide.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 8:06am
14th Jan 2010 8:06am
pirates drink rum
for the pirates in my life; rum drinkers and shipmates alike
peek-a-boo, little treasure in the grass!
oy there, young laddie, fill up my glass!
ahh, if my pals were to be pirates and wenches,
would i plunder, pillage or dutifully occupy benches?
say i, "i say, could both i be?"
"nay," i say, "i belong to the sea."
on free, open hills of water,
whose movements shall not falter.
with me thievin' scallywag fellows
we'll avoid havin' ourselves tossed in the gallows
travel Davy Jones until there is no light
steer...
peek-a-boo, little treasure in the grass!
oy there, young laddie, fill up my glass!
ahh, if my pals were to be pirates and wenches,
would i plunder, pillage or dutifully occupy benches?
say i, "i say, could both i be?"
"nay," i say, "i belong to the sea."
on free, open hills of water,
whose movements shall not falter.
with me thievin' scallywag fellows
we'll avoid havin' ourselves tossed in the gallows
travel Davy Jones until there is no light
steer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 8:04am
14th Jan 2010 8:04am
something real.
to the end of it all
feel
what you know to be true,
as much as it tears away at you
hear
the things that need to be said,
as much as you're overwhelmed with dread
see
what has to be done,
as much as you might [----] someone
"say
what you need to say"
as much as you think you'll lose your way
know
that you will be alright,
as much as it might hurt tonight.
[hurt]
[need]
[hate]
[want]
[miss]
[love]
[lose]
and the wind will blow away my leaves,
still i stand a lone ash tree;
feel
what you know to be true,
as much as it tears away at you
hear
the things that need to be said,
as much as you're overwhelmed with dread
see
what has to be done,
as much as you might [----] someone
"say
what you need to say"
as much as you think you'll lose your way
know
that you will be alright,
as much as it might hurt tonight.
[hurt]
[need]
[hate]
[want]
[miss]
[love]
[lose]
and the wind will blow away my leaves,
still i stand a lone ash tree;
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 5:32pm
13th Jan 2010 5:32pm
night vision
whirlpools of lights and color
pass by, seems like there's no glass
between here and that painting
exposed, but still warm, glance happily,
there, a symbol of peace lies on my wrist.
footprints pressed to pavement by
invisible feet, of monsters, perhaps,
the wood grain pattern on that door
moves like fluid, but never out of the lines
images that can't possibly exist.
muscles far from tense, every movement
like spectacular, watery motion
with one hand searching for it,
finding it, grasping it, smile
a treat of cherry, most delicious.
pass by, seems like there's no glass
between here and that painting
exposed, but still warm, glance happily,
there, a symbol of peace lies on my wrist.
footprints pressed to pavement by
invisible feet, of monsters, perhaps,
the wood grain pattern on that door
moves like fluid, but never out of the lines
images that can't possibly exist.
muscles far from tense, every movement
like spectacular, watery motion
with one hand searching for it,
finding it, grasping it, smile
a treat of cherry, most delicious.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 5:31pm
13th Jan 2010 5:31pm
paper bag poem
a quest through twilight
guided by memory
encouraged by raindrops on stone steps
curiosity can make a man jealous
generosity could make the girl cry.
of all the things i must endure
i pray you will not die.
guided by memory
encouraged by raindrops on stone steps
curiosity can make a man jealous
generosity could make the girl cry.
of all the things i must endure
i pray you will not die.
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