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Ashley White Poem
Dear world,
You stirred life
Up inside my soul simply
To let go.
Breath in my lungs you inserted
And though I flirted with death
You kept me grounded, surrounded
By love, laughter, life. But now
It seems your fleeing.
I’m not seeing
how I belong here anymore.
The set is different, the scene
Is changing. Rearranged
Arrangements., postponed plans,
Cut ties, loose lies, oh world
You look so different now.
You are no longer my
Playground. You no
Longer hold the answer,
Look, my mom has cancer,
My father you’ve let go.
You are no longer what I’ve
Known but for sure what I
Know is that you don’t want me here
Any longer, you’ve made it impossible
To stay. My love ones fade away, and my
Love? I await the day ill find him.
Perhaps all things have become a lost
Cause world. I remember being
Just a girl and you containing all things
Simple. How my little sisters dimple
Would warm my soul, but how that
Hole has grown cold, her tears have filled
It in mourning. I miss
how the atmosphere was right
Even in the wrong places, and how
Out of no way a way could be created,
But now there really is no way out but death,
No way out but theft, no
Way out but debt.
Did you disguise your true colors?
Were you corrupt all along?
Copyright © Ashley White | Year Posted 2014
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Ashley White Poem
I wanted to write poetry for you, but
Knowing you weren’t deserving I refrained.
And yet as I write I’ve done
Everything but scribble your name.
Imagine my shame.
I strive to fame
The love we gained
Through pain
And strain yet
You remain
Callous.
Imagine my shame.
Main topic.
Same conclusion.
An illusion is our love.
Confusing how what was
Once blessed has
Progressed into nothingness.
Remembering when your mere
Hug, mere kiss would incite
Shivers, how you’d deliver
an electricity so sick to me
It’d take my energy. So poetic
The force, so magnetic
Of course. Yet Pathetic.
Like art should have been
Our love, a mosaic of
Fireworks, lightening
Stars, how prosaic, how
Day to day we’ve become.
We are one and 2
We should be 2 as one.
The lines of my stanza
Were drawn when my
Poetry became too beautiful
To describe you.
Copyright © Ashley White | Year Posted 2014
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