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Jade Ashlyn Poem
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Feeling?
There is no sensation
No tingles
No big bang in the center of your trunk
Light?
Maybe
Maybe not
A soul has no eyes
But if there is no sensation
Heaven has yet to be
The moment of crunch
step Whisper step
The feeling
Feel
ing
Of sand under bending toes
A soul has entered
Welcomed
Accepted
Moved
Changed forever
It is no longer a soul of the earth
But the Soul of God
Copyright © Jade Ashlyn | Year Posted 2023
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Why.
A child screams
A mother weeps
A father fears for his life
Bombs go off like fireworks
Homes
Are
Turned
To rumble
“What’s that sound, mommy?”
“It’s just some–um–dear why don’t we play a game?”
“What game, mommy?”
“Let’s pretend we are on a different planet.”
“Except this planet has been destroyed by evil aliens.”
“And the noise you hear is the sound of the aliens starting their ships to get away.”
“Okay, mommy.”
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.
.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, love?”
“Did the aliens take daddy?”
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.
“Yes, love.”
“The aliens took daddy.”
a child screams
a mother weeps
a father dies
3/7/22
Jade Ashlyn
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I close my eyes and count to ten
Hoping, praying, begging
That by some grace of God
my heart will stop loving you
As the earth shatters
Each shed of glass cutting deeper
I beg and plead that the pain will end
So
I close my eyes and count to ten
As darkness grabs me by the throat
And I struggle to keep hold
There is only one way that I can see the light
So,
I close my eyes and count to ten
As I fall into oblivion
As the fire of hell bursts into my eyes
As tears of acid burn down my cheeks
It is only you that I think,
When,
I close my eyes and count to ten
Why is it that when there is nothing but pain
I think of you to light the way
Why is that when I begged God
To forget you
It is only because of you that
I believe that there is a God
I can’t understand yet I still,
Close my eyes and count to ten
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i love to talk-
Yet, i hate the sound of my own voice
i love to speak-
Yet, Everything i say is inconsequential
Lack of substance
nothing i say changes the world
Basically meaningless
All i want to be is a Poet
Writer
Mover
Changer
Yet, i am forever still
Stagnant
Never changing
As the ocean of life tumbles around me
i am utterly alone-
Yet, all Poets are alone
Well, not alone
They are alone with theirFeelingstheirWords
The decapitating and equally enthralling Darkness
So, in retrospect
I am a Poet-
Yet, i am not surrounded by words of substance-
HOW DO I KNOW MY WORDS HAVE MEANING?
maybe questioning is my answer
maybe not
How do I know if I am a Poet
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As I walk through the sun
He who is none,
Calls my name
Time and Time again
I hear the beckoning, of my soul
He says it’s not out of my control
I should sing His song
Who is sung by none other, than the gone.
So alluring and inviting
He says there is no use in fighting
Why fight when it is pure serene
But, I am so close to sixteen.
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Athena
A Goddess unlike yours
Athena, a woman
An intellectual
A child of Zeus, The God
A Goddess of all War
A bird, owl, or a snake
Athena is them all
2/21/22
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Jade Ashlyn Poem
“Did it hurt,” I asked
Lily looked at me her expression unmasked
“Did what hurt?”
“Always having to be on the alert?”
Before she could respond, I continued, “Watching and waiting for the next strike.”
She sighed before saying, “we’re alike.”
“How would you know?”
She breathed out a laugh. “It’s not like you need outward injuries to show.”
I blinked, “what do you mean?”
“Sometimes, the worse cuts are those that cannot be seen.”
She cupped my face with her hand
I could feel my tears fighting to withstand
“You don’t have to be the one abused to feel the effects of an abuser.”
“I know how you may want to keep quiet. You don’t want to seem like an accuser.”
My face trembled in her hand
“And I’m not saying you have to take a stand.”
“But, trauma is trauma, my little flower.”
“And no matter what you do, you should not cower”
A tear slipped from my moist eye
She then cupped my face with both hands before whispering, “it’s important to cry”
I whispered back, “but what if I don’t want to cry.”
“With each tear, you are kissing your hurt goodbye”
“That is why it is so important to cry.”
“I don’t want to admit it hurts,” I sighed
“For I wasn’t the one who was striked.”
“Every time you witnessed, you were stripped.”
“What do you mean,” I asked
“You now have a cut within your soul that cannot be masked.”
“No matter how long the clock ticks, you will always have those cuts within your soul.”
“So, don’t act like you should not hurt because you are no longer whole.”
She squeezed my cheeks with her hands, “Nothing is your fault, that you must not forget”
“You are a victim and have every right to be upset.”
“But I-”
“No buts. You will not feel guilty if you must cry.”
I blinked, for I could not speak
Lily's color began to fade, “I must go now, but remember you are not weak”
“Never forget what I’ve told you,” she said as she lowered her hands from my face
She then tugged me into the most comforting embrace
“Okay,” I breathed
She gave me a soft smile before disappearing, “Okay indeed.”
[Character is Lily Bloom from the book It Ends With Us]
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The definition of normal
Is conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
When I was graduating fifth grade
All of my classmates were crying,
They were sad
To leave.
Leave the school
Leave their teachers
Leave their friends
I on the other hand
Was ecstatic,
I couldn’t wait to walk off-campus and never look back
I didn’t shed a single tear,
And that's not,
Normal.
When I was graduating eighth grade
All of my classmates were crying,
They were sad
To leave.
Leave the school
Leave their teachers
Leave their friends
They were all taking pictures with their robes and saddened smiles
But, I on the other hand
Ran off that campus so fast
My only friend had to call me to come back
So, she could take a photo
I didn’t shed a single tear,
And that’s not,
Normal.
Now, in 11th grade
I have no friends
I spend my lunches in the library
Reading,
I read about
Other’s adventures
Other’s loves
Other’s lives
I can’t wait till I graduate.
I know I won’t shed a single tear,
And that’s not,
Normal.
I want to be normal
I want to have friends
I want to have my own adventures
My own loves
I want to live
But,
I’m
Not
Normal
So, maybe
I’ll always be stuck
Reading
Another’s
Story
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Sometimes I wish I could live in the darkness forever.
At least in the dark
I can't see what I look like
I can't see what other people look like
I can just exist,
In the dark I could just dream
I would never have to wake up
I could just sleep and sleep and sleep
Forever living in a world of my own creation
Forever living in my own personal heaven
Oh, how I now crave the darkness
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I grab your hand,
And take you to a faraway land
Here, there are no worries
Only joyful songs and stories
Your so beautiful, I whisper in the night sky
You look me in the eye and do nothing but sigh,
You have to understand
That we have both seen firsthand
What perfection looks like
But, your beauty is so unlike
Anything I've ever seen
To me, you're neither a King nor Queen,
I don't know what words to use
Because no collection of letters can produce
The feelings I feel, when I look at you
Date: 2/1/22
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