a giant that feels as if
it's been graveled as i
run my fingertips around it;
a giant that makes me
relaxed because
it smells of sweet maple;
a giant that stays
in one place but sways
and swishes in the wind;
a giant with needles
as hair, green and stiff as
they poke and prick my fingers
a giant that stands
straight up in place
with many that surround
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Today, i admit, i am scared.
I am scared for tomorrow,
I am scared for the ones close to me
Today, i admit, i am scared
Right now my heart is not at rest
It beats, faster, and faster,
at the sound of your elevating voice
Right now my heart is not at rest
If you would listen, i could stop crying
you could take my advice
or even decide that it is not worth your time
If you would listen, i could stop crying
I know you steal from me,
you stole my heart
the one that keeps me going
I know you steal from me,
you and i are so much alike, you don't even know
i ignore everything good coming at me
and jump at the things i cannot have
you and i are so much alike, you don't even know
This is my darkest hour
you are no longer keeping me going
you are tearing me down,
this is my darkest hour.
I am scared for tomorrow,
I am scared for the ones close to me
Today, i admit, i am scared
Right now my heart is not at rest
It beats, faster, and faster,
at the sound of your elevating voice
Right now my heart is not at rest
If you would listen, i could stop crying
you could take my advice
or even decide that it is not worth your time
If you would listen, i could stop crying
I know you steal from me,
you stole my heart
the one that keeps me going
I know you steal from me,
you and i are so much alike, you don't even know
i ignore everything good coming at me
and jump at the things i cannot have
you and i are so much alike, you don't even know
This is my darkest hour
you are no longer keeping me going
you are tearing me down,
this is my darkest hour.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Hello my name is Ashlyn.
There are 3 people in this world that i can NOT stand, the rest of you, i put up with.
i guess.
there are a handful of people that i love, '
the rest of you are a lot short of being loved.
I get upset easily, but you'll never know because i hide it.
im not a jealous type, it often gives off as though i do not care.
and if i get dumped im the one whos upset for 2 seconds,
and than realizes that it was for the best.
i dont date people twice, ive made that executive decision.
I hate boys, yet i like one.
he broke my heart, yet i dont think he knows.
my parents unfortunately think that i am an ungrateful child.
I dont know what a full night's sleep is anymore.
I start school at 6:30 and get out at 3:05 everyday. its a pain in the ass.
why did i chose it be that way though?
im insane.
now you know me kind of not really.
i guess.
there are a handful of people that i love, '
the rest of you are a lot short of being loved.
I get upset easily, but you'll never know because i hide it.
im not a jealous type, it often gives off as though i do not care.
and if i get dumped im the one whos upset for 2 seconds,
and than realizes that it was for the best.
i dont date people twice, ive made that executive decision.
I hate boys, yet i like one.
he broke my heart, yet i dont think he knows.
my parents unfortunately think that i am an ungrateful child.
I dont know what a full night's sleep is anymore.
I start school at 6:30 and get out at 3:05 everyday. its a pain in the ass.
why did i chose it be that way though?
im insane.
now you know me kind of not really.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The
deep imprints on my sofa,
comfort
the sweat stains on my pillow
nightmares
The kinks in my neck
stress
i leap, i swing, i fall
i am a tangled tarzan
i roll, i scratch, i wound
i am a second rate superman
the nights i spent gloomy over you
the days i spent nostalgic over you
they were never worth the days
that i spend content with you
comfort
the sweat stains on my pillow
nightmares
The kinks in my neck
stress
i leap, i swing, i fall
i am a tangled tarzan
i roll, i scratch, i wound
i am a second rate superman
the nights i spent gloomy over you
the days i spent nostalgic over you
they were never worth the days
that i spend content with you
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