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Ashtryen S. Poem
Looking at her I see a scene
A scene of fresh roses which bloom
Around green grass and small blue flowers
She is sweet like the honey bees that buzz
and as gorgeous as the Victorian architecture the gazebo frames
she is as graceful as the peaceful water movements which stir the pond
Her hair braids like the plethora of vines which twist around the columns
it swoops around her ears as the soft clouds float
the many shades of brown remind me of her everlasting warmth
tiny white daisies speckled in her hair with their petals open and blooming
her lips as pink as a bouquet of tulips and lilies
the light in her eyes as bright as the north star
Her voice sings in my ears as I listen to her melody
It whistles through the light wind and chirps of birds
She sings with such colour as a royal sunset painted across the sky in the late evening
The scene she creates in my head brings me comfort
I imagine the endless flowers which line paths and benches
And a gazebo where we dance slow to the morning dove’s song
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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The roads I never followed
In the crossroads each of the paths stare at me
One directly leads to success
No lessons learned of hardships to overcome
The other curls and winds around the dense forest
Rocks cover the path and bushes hug the air
Yet the others cry darkly
My feet throw me toward the barricaded road
Thorns tear my skin and rocks trip my steps
While the other goes straight, it is full of fake things
That road I never followed shines brightly through the wooded path I endure
If I were to walk down the meaningless path it would kill me
But now I am running through my clouded visions
Running for my future beyond this road
And running away from who I was
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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My ears listen to the way she speaks
Her warm smile is like the sun on my skin in the dead of winter
Her golden touch around my body
Makes my heart sing and my stomach flutter with butterflies dancing wildly
When I’m with her I feel like a little boy once again
She sets my soul free and lets it fly
Her soul is as pure as a lily blooming by the still water
Beaten and torn she blooms more beautiful than any other flower among the field
Her name of which I sing
I think of her
She’s so ineffably perfect
Always in my mind she lingers
It’s always her.
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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scream in my ear
distract my soul
your bloodless heart bleeds
yet your mouth is the eyes which cry
I watch as your soul shatters before me
like glass, it crumbles to the ground
mixing with the soil
as your tongue dries, I wither away
my raw heart emphasizes with you
I could never imagine your pain,
the thoughts which keep you awake,
or the things you never share
but you still look me in the eye
and loathe my very existence
yet I stand before you
as the sign you must face,
I may be the last human to treat you as one.
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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They stare at me
Realizing I’m not normal
Always, it hangs over my head
Never will I be her
Someday I hope I can be him
Genuinely hurt
Eventually crying
Never will I be him
Don’t want to look at myself
Even as I smile
Reminders fill my head
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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A fragile wall stands between us and the next
Whether made of rocks or wood, it was meant to shatter
This wall separates us… yet Mother tears it down to the soil
She says we must unite as one person,
However, we divided ourselves to remain behind our wall
This fragile wall was meant to fall
As much as we may build it high to avoid one another…
They were always meant to crumble.
Let us embrace our Mother’s wish as she forgives our ignorance
Allow us to unite as one body and pursue Her dreams
We will be a single unit described as HUMAN
For those rocks were meant to break
As we are supposed to communicate with our souls intertwined,
Engage on a level deeper than the walls we cage ourselves in
Mother is sending us a message; we must listen…
So, until we acknowledge Her bleeding before us,
These walls will fall.
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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A person who doesn’t know who he is his
Still lingers in my mind as I sit by the river
He speaks of longing to be someone in society
Today he looks across the water which glistens brightly in the late sunset
Reminiscing of a time when he wore a smile with pride
Yet while I look at him, his face drained of life, I can see it in his eyes which reflected the purple clouds on the river and the late evening sun
Every feeling he’s experienced has been due to worrying for someone other than himself
Nothing more, nothing less, the boy wore his heart on his sleeve but was left to sit by himself
Strangely, the people closest to him only used him for what he could give
After he held his rage under his patience, the emotions eventually exploded
Red haze clouded his vision and he shone the trauma he endured
Gently he spoke with pain, that didn’t appear normal for the foul words which came out of his mouth and tears that rolled down his face and onto his clothes
Even as he cried, his screams were drowned by a hush whisper
Never had he spoken so loud yet so quiet, and never did he emit words at anyone
“Tomorrow,” he started, “will you help me find myself again?” he finished with cracks in his voice.
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Along the shoreline we saunter
Gazing at the bright stars on the water
And the purple painted clouds in the sky
She began to speak with her words barely louder than the restless waves
She talked about how pointless performing for others is
“Never once has anyone congratulated someone for being a fake version of herself.”
Her words resonated deep within my soul
My feet suddenly grounded in the soft sand
She turned back to face me with her shoulders drooping sadly
My body magnetized to her
And my arms wrapped around her warm body and felt her loose-fitted sweater
She ran her nails through my short blonde hair as I cried on her neck
Her calming voice whispered in my ears
And the palm of her other hand heated my back
Gently my tears poured into her light blue cardigan
The water reached our feet as we embraced under the star’s light
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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treasure god, treasure god,
open your wings
fuel my heart
please don’t allow my tears
to rip my soul in two
for my peace would never be known
treasure god, treasure god,
hear my prayers
I cry below your feet
please don’t let my tears
tear my soul in three
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A dancer in white floats across the stage
Her elegance looks as pretty as a swan
Her body moves with momentum and grace
Every motion in her dress flowed like rippling waters
Her arms broke the still air
And her feet danced her body
Her hair twirled and twisted to her head
Braids wrapped like a crown into her crystal tiara
Her blonde hair mixed with different shades of colour
Effortlessly she poured emotion into the breaths of her blue eyes
Her fingers painted and tickled the air that centered around her
Every ripple of her snow white dress floated like clouds
And danced like flowers in the wind
Copyright © Ashtryen S. | Year Posted 2026
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