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Ash Schiele Poem
You’re asleep next to me right now
Drunk after only 4 tallboys
While a 6 pack and 2 tallboys has me Barely buzzed.
I don’t know if you remember,
But I tucked you in
Put on some cartoons
And caressed you
Until you
Fell asleep.
You’re snoring
But every time
Your breathing lulls
I pull you close
Until
The snoring starts
Again.
Some may find it annoying,
But I know
It just means
You’re ok with me.
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Ash Schiele Poem
I am but a child,
Sitting in a
Garden,
Eating the dirt.
I told
The fairies what
You did
And how you
Hurt me.
I hope that
In another life,
You are an ant
And I am a child
With a
Magnifying glass.
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Ash Schiele Poem
There’s something at the bottom of This bottle.
I know it.
Not quite sure what it is yet,
But there’s something down there;
There has to be.
Is it a solution?
God no.
Is it a sense of satisfaction?
Most definitely not.
But the process of finding
Whatever it is
Sometimes gives me
A temporary sense of peace.
Sometimes.
Most times though…
Let’s not focus on that.
Focus on the warm and fuzzy feeling
I get from my search.
If it feels this good now,
It has to feel that much better
When I find whatever’s down there.
I don’t know what’s down there,
But I’ll drown trying to find it.
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Ash Schiele Poem
What is here?
What is now?
Suffering is
Here
Now.
Pain is
Here
Now.
Why do I have to
Be Here Now?
I want to escape.
I want to
Tear off this
Meatsuit
And be free of it.
But Ram Dass said
I have to
Sit with
The pain.
Sit with
The suffering.
And
Be
Here
Now.
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