Ashley

Joined January 2021

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I'm just a girl...putting words on a page

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Two Strangers
Across the street is a bar A woman sits alone sipping jack and coke A man walks in from the rain These were two people who had never met before
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Addictions
Everyone’s an addict, they just don’t want to admit it to themselves Addictions are big and life controlling Addictions are drugs
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
She Flies By Her Own Wings
She flies by her own wings, soaring through life Going down the paths no one’s dared before Because they look hard yes
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Love Is...
There are so many different types of love, where does one begin… Love is… Love is Happy With ourselves, with another person
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Across the Hall
Across the hall lives an old lady, she bakes me chocolate chip cookies weekly Across the hall lives a single dad, he works nights and I watch his daughter
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Sadness
Sadness is refusing to look in a mirror Because you hate what looks back at you Sadness is refusing to eat Because mommy says you’ve gotten to big
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Too Late
Is it too late I’m twenty seven years old is it too late I don’t want to believe it when I’m told so I’d like to believe I can still make something of myself
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Voices
The voices in her head were getting to loud Telling her to do things she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t see another way
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Moment of Freedom
My moment of freedom only profoundly affected my life and happened on three different days…in three different years. The first moment of freedom- I was thirteen years old standing in a police station, the officer had just walked in and told me that my stepfather could never touch me again, he was just arrested on six counts of endangerment and molestation…I fell to my knees sobbing as the pressure on my chest both lifted and got heavier.
By Ashley 4 years ago in Confessions
Sit With Me
Sit with me Sit with me and talk Sit with me and listen Sit with me Sit with me and smile Sit with me and everything’s okay
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets
Wars
A man once told me his definition of war was when he laid in a ditch next to an unnamed man believing he wasn’t leaving that ditch
By Ashley 4 years ago in Poets