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Lost

Lost amongst the tattered ruins of yesterdays dreams I wander uncertain of my own fate. Screams in the distance pull me back from the edge of loneliness.

 I hold onto the pain to stay alive.

Cruelty is my companion as i journey to a destiny yet to be revealed. Strength escapes me on the coldest of nights huddled alone with my memories. The tears fall drowning the giggles that once filled my ears. His face a distant longing. I almost wonder if he was ever there at all.

The pitter patter of tiny foot steps echo in my fears.

Please I wish for them to leave me, and yet I so cherish their haunting lullaby so I can remember what it is to feel joy.

My son you are lost, but I will find you. 
A mothers love never dies.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016



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Sandbox

If I put you in a sandbox you couldn't dig deep enough to find cat shit.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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So This Is Finally It

So this is finally it? 
It is in this moment that I will choose to use or to quit.
Do I remember or do I choose instead to again forget.

For so long you have been the direct cause for so much of my pain,
and yet I still cling to you like an infant to its' mother.
So completely terrified of the world just beyond her grasp.

A decade ago I was converted by your power, 
I have since then been one of your most devoted followers.

The back alley bible is what you preach. 
A gospel so alluring that there is no barrier you can't cross,
No soul soul out of your reach.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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Twisty Twirl

"One is too many and a thousand is never enough", is the thought that I am thinking each time I puff puff this sickening sweat stuff.
 
Your power is alluring, in your presence I quake. For just a moment with you I offer my life, it is yours to take.

All I need is a puff puff then deep breath, please make it all better my sweat Crystal Meth.

With a calm steady hand I prepare you with grace, in just a few moments you will take me away from this place. A religiously practiced twist and a twirl over heat I make you swirl. A few puffs out of the top let me know that it's time. Inhale slow and deep, be patient in seconds everything will be fine. 

Twisty twirl puff puff then deep breath, you have made it all better my sweet Crystal Meth.

Exhale, now the ritual is complete, I lay back and enjoy the tingle that runs from my head to my feet. I watch the world become brighter as everything inside of me is now lighter. I know that this has already taken its' toll, but for every second I am with you I gladly pay with a piece of my soul.

Twisty twirl puff puff then deep breath, you make it all better my sweet Crystal Meth.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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I Remember, Do You 7-11-16

Do you remember when we were small, so small?
All of us together in the years when Mom was still happy and He was still called Dad?
Back when they both were still young enough to see the beauty in all of lifes cruelties. The years before He gave into himself, the years before She had the wisdom and insight to understand the empty twisted eyes She had all along been gazing into.
It was when we were all loved, and we were still all of us together.
Do you remember? I do. 
I remember the cookies She helped us make every year for Santa. Do you remember?
I remember the balloons, the cake, the candles and the gifts every year made special just for us on our day. The day She made sure we each knew just how happy she was that we were hers.
Do you remember?
I remember picnics at so many different parks, all of us together laughing together, parks with swings that He once pushed us on, and merry-go-rounds that he once spun just for us.
Do you remember any of it? Can you?
No, most of you probably can't. I was just moments old enough while most of you were just moments to small.
I remember watching the slow decay of the bond that held us, all of us together.
I still remember when Mom began to cry quietly alone more than she laughed.
I still remember as our home and lives had become less and less all because He began taking more and more. Eventually stopping to provide for us all together.
This is when He began the progression to no longer and never again be known as dad. When He started to become no more than a name that today we do our best not to speak.
I remember every cruel word, broken promise, and raised fist. 
Do any of you? Any of it?
I remember when Mom was frantic for so long, desperate to just hold us together, to just keep us all together. Her love for us, all of us, was/is so indescribably deep and her pain as we all began to disappear without logic or reason was so overwhelmingly intense that it darkened the light around her. Stronger souls have crumbled to nothing faced with the weight of lesser pains. She never gave in, a true testament to her own strength.
I was there, I watched, I remember.
I remember watching as He twisted her love, her pain, and her fear into something He could use. As Mom cried wolf He already had them crying witch. I remember when I was all alone because of Him. I also remember that I survived Him. That Mom survived Him, that you survived Him. Remember, that one day we all will be able to remember that all of us survived Him.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016



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Cat and Mouse

Cat you are a glorious beast, but I nor any other need tell you that. So content within your given domain. For the most part you are a genial ruler. Tolerating the occasional intrusion of your space by the ones who brought you to this place, the bringers of food, and who gave you your purpose. Softly swishing your tail from side to side, patiently waiting for the sounds. Then you hear it, a soft knock within the wall, another and then another. It is mouse, your reason, your purpose. A handful at least scurrying within your walls. The mice seem oblivious to the fact that they are not welcome as they engineer their micro world. As far as Cat was concerned the mice are invaders to his kingdom. Cats whole body surged with excitement as the patterned knocks moved closer to the gap between the floor and the wall. A single beam of golden light illuminated the very spot. Cat was as calm as he was tense, his entire being focused on the task. Cautiously out crept mouse. An obvious kink in his tail from previous encounters with Cat. Without hesitation Cat attacked. Mouse was caught. Mouse emits a scream that Cat found to be rather irritable. "such a cowardly group of creatures", Cat thought, "Always stealing, hiding in shadows, and leaving behind trails of filth." This mouse was young. Usually youth is the advantage in life. Giving naive bravery where there should be fear. For this mouse lack of fear proved to be its' most costly mistake. Mouse fought hard to free its self from under Cats paw, not seeming to have an iota of understanding that soon it would all be over. One bite and it was done. Mouse no longer moved and Cat looked down into the one visible eye of his catch. Seeing the dilated pupil and blood shot iris of mouse cat knew as well that it for certain was over. Cat won't eat mouse the very thought was absurd as far as Cat was concerned. Instead Cat carried his prized catch and left it at the door for his people. Cat knew they would appreciate the generous gift. Satisfied Cat meticulously groomed his brilliant Orange coat. Cat lived an admirable life by a cats standards. It's not always a kindly affair, but it is what was expected. SO forever in Cats' Kingdom would be the order of things.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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I Drink

I drink when I am happy. I drink when I am sad.

I drink when I get angry. I drink when I am bad.

I drink to increase my pleasure. I drink to decrease my pain.

I drink for peace of mind. My mind is now in pieces once again.

I think I drink. I can't think because I drink I think.

My days are a haze. My nights are a blur.

This cycle I am in is pure torture.

Help me please I can't put down my drink.

I am alone and scared. 

Into this bottle I sink.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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Nonsense

Being the panicky insecure confused beings that we are, we tend to try to make sense of that which is senseless by inventing nonsense. 
Such stories on scales of grandiose that there is no way to argue yes or no.
Here is how part of one of those stories in laymen's terms go.........

A man who obviously forgot to shave was just lounging about the clouds one day when out out of the blue he exclaimed " I know what to do. I will use my divinity to create little versions of me, and I will place them in a garden to indulge in all they see. All of course except my precious apple tree."

Looking to his left hand man he further elaborated on his master plan.

" For those who refuse to obey me, sinners they will be. I will cast them into burning pits I will call hell for all eternity. Lets go and get started my dearest friend, I promise this will be fun. You will never forget the day humanity begun."

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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Lint 8 Ball

My spoon is full my bags are bursting,
yet more and more the dope fiend in
me is thirsting.
So once again I hit the floor,
combing each strand hoping to
find just a little more.
The sun it will rise.
The moon it will fall,
and all I have is my 
glorious lint 8 ball.

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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Loving Us

I saw you today and you almost saw me watching from behind our eyes. I was only a brief flicker in your reflection but still you saw me, I know you did I saw it in our eyes. You no longer remember me and sadly that’s why there was no moment of recognition just a subtle sensation of dejavue. I could have made some attempt to be found. I could have looked directly right back into you and let you see that the missing part of you was always me.  I wanted to make us whole again, more than anything we have ever wanted but I can’t, not yet, we are not ready to look into that kind of truth. . It’s better to be a whole piece of something than to be a shattered whole.  I know some part of you must remember something of the times before us, you are just still not able to face that we are not what you once were. I was there the night it happened, with you still as you.  It was the last night you still loved yourself and still knew who you were.  He came and took it all away. He took our ability to love our self and I hate you for letting him. I hate you for not fighting harder. As the fear began to consume us I broke free and consumed the fear. I took in all the pain and confusion. I detached from you and fell away deep inside taking with me that night and every night after. You no longer feel whole and never will again. You will always wonder what is missing and I will always know that it is me who was once the other piece to the entirety that was you. I love you from inside of you, way deep down so that my screams from the pain and the fear cannot be heard, where they are forever too deep for you to feel. Every now and then as you glance at the mirror or gaze into a pool of glassy water I will be looking at you loving you hateful and eternal

Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016

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