Seeing him make me think

of dingy bars and old guitars

I’ve never really liked those things

but his thin fingers pluck the strings

and I stare

Seeing him makes me think

of ratty shoes and dark tattoos

I’ve always liked the classy types

but his jeans tear below the thighs

and I blush

Seeing him makes me think

of tape cassettes and cigarettes

I’ve never been a retro girl

but his hair has an old-school curl

and I burn

Seeing him makes me think

of rusted keys and antifreeze

I’ve always liked the uptown rides

but his has scratches on the side

and I sigh

Seeing him makes me think

too much

#poetry #romance

When the light starts to fade

and it goes pitch dark.

You’re filled with hate

and you have no way out.

Alone, in this universe

where no one cares

about your existence

and you feel scared.

But don’t forget,

there’s always someone

who will give you light

and lift you from your sorrows.

You don’t have to hide your feelings anymore...

You are a strong person

to have held all the pain,

doing your best to

brighten up someone’s day.

You have put others’ needs

before you,

forgetting that

you deserve love too.

Now it is time

to return the deed

I’ll be your listening ear

when you’re in need.

If you feel insecure,

this will be the last.

No need to back out anymore,

you don’t have to be an eccedentesiast.

Don’t be afraid,

there’s nothing to hide

No one will judge you

you are just fine.

You don’t have to

pretend anymore.

Take down those walls,

and connect with the people

who deeply love you.

To whoever’s reading this,

Go on now, and treat yourself

to a cup of hot cocoa,

and a good book

because you deserve it.

A virtual hug from me to you

Love yourself, because I do too :)

I listened to the sound of you breathing last night. Its steady and consistent flow so equally balanced with each inhale and exhale. As it seemed to be rocking my soul to sleep.

While you were away, I grew accustom to the way your house speaks at night. The refrigerator makes a running noise that can only be heard right after the knock that follows the air conditioner kicking off. There are also two owls that often speak to each other after the sun goes down, which is also about the time the crickets begin to sing. And, if you listen closely enough, you can even hear the rumble of the train moments before the sound of its whistle can be heard in the distance. Yet tonight, the only sound I hear is you breathing.

My head laying under your arm and my hand resting over your heart, I am rising and falling at your pace as our breath begins to syncopate. I looked up to see you in a peaceful slumber just as a beam of light from the full moon began illuminate your face. I paused and thanked God for allowing me to experience this moment with you. Then I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of you breathing.

I am silent. Standing here trying not to fall — or break. Trying to put the broken pieces of my life back together. It had been a while since I had been really bothered by something — too long, I suppose. Enough time had passed that the just a bit of bother broke me. I am trying to stay. I am not very good at staying — I am better at looking away, and running far. I would rather be free of any pain, free of any ... me. Reflections make me sick, I try to avoid them — and simultaneously, I avoid myself. The less of myself I see, the less of myself I am forced to save — over and over again. It is always something. I am always the damsel in distress and the hero who saves myself in the knick of time. What has this life come to that I would rather lose my lungs and heart than face myself? I would! I would lose everything all over again. This face I see is hideous. Always hiding the sins of a girl who never knew better — but I learned better and I was happy in paths I had traveled. I like the dark cold nights — the ones that leave you shivering in your sleep. They make me feel less alone and more understood. I am always running. Always fighting against my own skin and bones, trying to take the torn bits and make them into a whole person again. I may never be whole, but I will never allow myself to die for sins I did not commit. I will never be able to fully save myself — the monsters always come back, the pain never stays away for good. No matter how far I run — I am stuck with myself. And if I have ever run from you, I hope you know I was not running from you — I was running from who I was, who I am becoming — Who I see when I look inside of myself. Pain doe not make beauty, and darling, struggle doe not make a savior.

-AshleyAnne

Sometimes your presence

Numbs me, makes me feel 

Less than whole. 

Sometimes it completes me, 

And I wish I could spend forever

With you. 

Then again, 

Forever is an obscure word to me

Written only in poems of love. 

This is not a love poem. 

Sometimes I have a burning hate for you, 

Which spreads in tingling tightness down my whole body

Until I am completely paralyzed. 

Sometimes you don't speak to me, but you see me

There, waiting

For you.

This is not a love poem. 

I've wasted too many words with love, 

And love is not an emotion

I want to waste on you.

Sometimes your presence

Unhinges me, breaks me, cuts me open, and pours me out

But I don't feel the pain of it

Till you're gone.

My passion for you

Burns white hot

High in the sky

As the noonday sun

Wear my crown of thorns

For you

You stoke the fire

Of my desire

With the bellows

Of your kisses

I bare in my body

The scorch marks of your touch

French:

Ma passion pour vous

Brûlures blanc chaud

Haut dans le ciel

Comme le soleil de midi

Portez ma couronne d'épines

Pour toi

Vous attiser le feu

De mon désir

Le soufflet

De tes baisers

J'enfanta dans mon corps

Les traces de brûlure de votre contact

Rob; you sweet, perfect being,

Your eyes are what my dreams are made of,

The way you walk when ya don't see me watching,

You are a gentle sensitive soul who lives with conviction and strength,

I see you taking action to keep your life improving,

Still making time for those you love and their path and their needs.

If I observed you without ever interacting,

I'd know a rare treasure was standing in front of me,

You have strong  passion,

Keep an open mind to new things,

Anywhere you go, you become a part of someone's day,

Your beautiful spirit flows out of you-genuine,

Into every conversation,

Curiosity fuels your interests,

I love your level of commitment.

I'd be fired as a guardian angel,

There'd be no way to hide me falling in love with you,

You'd know a pure love from my heart,

Because I saw someone live and laugh and love so hard.

I couldn't stand knowing about you from afar,

Fortunately we are how we are,

There's something else about you,

It catches my attention and it's obviously active,

That quality that makes you very much a man,

You're rugged and brave,

And not much bullshit you tolerate,

When you act and speak with authority,

I bite my lip- submissive to your virility.

You're not just strong and smart and sweet,

When you  let loose it makes me feel free,

You're kind of a bully and you got mad jokes,

I used to try to play mad but my character broke,

And usually at some point in the night,

When I don't expect it you grab me tight,

You tickle me, kiss me, say 'Let's look at the Stars',

I love you always,

Baby this world is ours.