Words From My Scrapbook

[Ashley]

Here's a few poems, comments are appreciated.

Dip me in a bucket, and call me blue
I sit here, in patient agony
A cell inside my head
Missing you
My love

Tar me with the same brush that
They tarred you
Oh, how painfully much
I love you

The sweetest taste, you are
The greatest place, you've taken me
Lies right here
I couldn't breathe a breath of
A life without you
My love

Dripping with this paint, so blue
I yearn to know what it is
You are doing, my dear
And why you are not here
Together, yet apart we are

My love

 

[Ashley]

I'm a hop, skip and a jump
Away from catching that train
The one that goes nowhere worth going
Good thing I missed the bus

Tease me more you vicious fiend
I'll take the cuts if you watch them bleed
I gave you my heart, a piece of me
You were supposed to be gentle
It's a piece you don't wanna break

Try as you might, you just try
To fracture what I gave you and
Throw it in my face
Not this time, not with you
That's all I've got to say

On a holiday, away from having to pay
Every dollar I have to ease the pain
Of losing every game
You want me to play

 

[Ashley]

Sure, you can walk away
Kiss it goodbye, bid it good day
But don't touch the stove again
Remember? It's hot

Pry all the things apart
That you left behind
When you skittered off and
Dropped a book of a tortured soul

Dance like a butterfly
Dream as you glide
Through the water like nothingness
On which you fly

Become what is golden
You already have
When you bloomed, you blossomed
A flower, so beautiful
So rare

 

[Ashley]

The missing sound of your
Rose like voice
The coated promise of
Utter faith
Was it a mistake?
A journey I had to take
To find where I fit
In this crazy game?
Surely not, I wager
There must be more than that
But what you ask
Can't you even guess
An inactive moment, a glimpse into time
A flash of recognition might dance in your mind
When you reach there
I've been here before
But I've lost track of the score
Can't put my finger on what is going on
Oh, but it's been so long
Since I've sung along
To the harmony of your voice
Since I've even had a choice
To hear silence

 

[Ashley]

Indecision, it'll eat you alive
Forget the outcome, don't fall and slide
Away from the notion that things will improve
Into the darkness, the confusion, the gloom
Play cards with the joker and watch him smile
As he calls your bluff and sneakily hides
His hand

Spot a drifting memory, as it flies
Through the space and through time
It echoes through the night
Falling on deaf ears that don't even notice
The recording of a moment
Floating out in the open
Air

A burden of madness, surely a curse
Think how you lost it when it wasn't even there
Now open your purse
It'll cost you a dollar, you know you can afford
To chance the distance between friends
And find out what it cost to
Know

 

[Ashley]

The grandfather clock has a pocket watch
And he keeps an accurate time
You duck and weave through minutes
But the hours, they never lie
How can you escape from nowhere?
With nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
When is someone coming to rescue me from
Certain suicide

Why would I watch the world as it goes by
And scratch my head as I wonder why
Things are the way things are and who
The fuck am I and what the fuck we are
Time can throw somebody else in that cell
As time always has and time always will
Not me though, not again
I consider myself a patient man
To have sat through that before
But I will not wait again

Peace and inner freedom, I strive to obtain
A gift of the darkness sitting in my palm
An end to the restlessness of my pain
A gift perhaps, something to gain
Let us find out what lies across the sea
The other side of what they call reality
Are you coming, or is it just me?

 

[MemphisX3]

i enjoy your writing. i think its obvious what they are about but i will leave it out of my post.


btw this was brilliant imo

"The grandfather clock has a pocket watch
And he keeps an accurate time
You duck and weave through minutes
But the hours, they never lie
How can you escape from nowhere?
With nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
When is someone coming to rescue me from
Certain suicide"


i love it

 

[Ashley]

i enjoy your writing. i think its obvious what they are about but i will leave it out of my post.


btw this was brilliant imo

"The grandfather clock has a pocket watch
And he keeps an accurate time
You duck and weave through minutes
But the hours, they never lie
How can you escape from nowhere?
With nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
When is someone coming to rescue me from
Certain suicide"


i love it

You're so sweet. Thanks MemphisX3!

I'm really quite surprised by the feedback I've gotten from my writing. It has only recently just helped me encourage to write more. Everyone's kind words are deeply valued.

What do you think this recent work is about? Just curious, cause I can see a pattern in the more recent stuff.