Did you care?
Did you truly want to help?
Did you want me to breathe?
Or did you want me to drown?
Did you like my tears?
Did you want to cause me harm?
Did you want my wrists to bleed?
Did you want me to leave...
and i never came back
WMS Poetry Club
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
ok
kaylen i understand u miss me and trust me i miss you too all of u but forreal dont let my absence keep you from posting poems we hav fb to chat on i say this with the utmost respect lol ^.^
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
not a poem
okay you guys i'm all the way in texas and were only keeping in touch by this here blog so start posting
okay? i miss all of you and you better buckle down and get in gear ^.^ ...plz (heh i cant even be stern without saying please...i'm too nice)
-sincerly
Ashley R.
okay? i miss all of you and you better buckle down and get in gear ^.^ ...plz (heh i cant even be stern without saying please...i'm too nice)
-sincerly
Ashley R.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tune
melody stuck in your head
you whistle the tune
a deafening blast
you spin see red liquid
dripping slowly down a brick wall
image burned into your mind
adds another note to the tune you whistle
you whistle the tune
a deafening blast
you spin see red liquid
dripping slowly down a brick wall
image burned into your mind
adds another note to the tune you whistle
Waiting
dark gloomy night
wind whistling through the trees
sitting alone i watch
watch as the rain falls
watch as a car passes
headlights hurting my eyes
giving me a headache
Its so quiet,
so...
quiet...
i almost,
almost,
fall asleep
but the howling snaps me
back to reality
i look out the window again
watching,
waiting,
waiting
something thumps into the window
i start to get frightend
something touches my shoulder
i jump
but its only him standing behind me
wings the color of snow outstreched
blue-green eyes glowing
hair blowing gently in an imaginary wind
i sleep then
safe with my guardian angel close by
watching,
waiting for the morning light
and for safety
wind whistling through the trees
sitting alone i watch
watch as the rain falls
watch as a car passes
headlights hurting my eyes
giving me a headache
Its so quiet,
so...
quiet...
i almost,
almost,
fall asleep
but the howling snaps me
back to reality
i look out the window again
watching,
waiting,
waiting
something thumps into the window
i start to get frightend
something touches my shoulder
i jump
but its only him standing behind me
wings the color of snow outstreched
blue-green eyes glowing
hair blowing gently in an imaginary wind
i sleep then
safe with my guardian angel close by
watching,
waiting for the morning light
and for safety
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Diary
blue ink stains perfect lined paper
white washed backdrop
lines are written spilling all secrets
nothing hidden anymore
skin illuminated with floresent light
reflecting her soul
she hides the paper well
its not enough
the paper is found and read
secrecy is lost
white washed backdrop
lines are written spilling all secrets
nothing hidden anymore
skin illuminated with floresent light
reflecting her soul
she hides the paper well
its not enough
the paper is found and read
secrecy is lost
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