Candy Cane Fantasy ;)
Category: Writing and Poetry

§ Candy cane fantasy
Minty breath skims the lips.
Tell me can you handle the
Essence of me?
Sticky, sweet.
The romance underneath the sheets.
Red heat sizzles off you and me.
As the white light of ecstasy blinds.
Can you hear my pleasure cries?
Night to day,
Day to night
The excitement rises
Between my thighs.
Wiggle,
Wiggle,
I get you high
With this candy cane delight.
Sugar rush jumping,
Pumping,
We really are some-thin'
Our individual colors combine
Into this scrumptious treat.
Candy cane fantasy
Is where you and I like to meet.

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Cool Breeze Bring The Unknown Soul to Me
Category: Writing and Poetry

§Forever waiting in time
To be able to call someone mine.
My heart aches of loneliness
The echo of soul drowning
In the abyss.

Oh, cool breeze
Will you bring my soul mate to me?
Dare me to jump off the ledge
Into the cool water of desire.
Sooth me with passion
Teach me love.
Bring me a piece of heaven from above.

Unknown soul, give me a chance
To show you how special you are.
How caring a lover should be.
let my touch tease and please.
Feel how my words can douse
Your angry fire.
Let my presence subdue your pain.

Unknown soul look into my eyes.
See that everything is going
To be all right.

Kiss me and hold me tight.
Together we will take this life flight.

Unknown soul you don't have
To be alone tonight.

Oh, cool breeze will you bring
This unknown soul to me?

©Ashlae G.

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Are you one of the blind?
Current mood: determined
Category: Life

§ It's another day
The sun is up again.

In the Sahara another
Emotionally dysfunctional  soul
Walks in the sand alone.

Praying for the fountian of life
To quinch their weary mind.
To fill the emptiness in their heart.
And to finally wash away their pain.

Loneliness drowns them.
Seems like they are forever
Stuck in the sands of time.
Wondering why the others are so blind.

Waiting for true sympathy,
Not superior fake empathy.

Why can't others open their eyes
To the ones who suffer internally?,
To the one's who reach out to be saved?

So please just give me a minute of your time!
Give me a minute to explain the reasoning of this write!

For there is someone out there
Cutting an inch at a time.
Or swinging lifeless in front of the window pane.
Just to get rid of their pain,
To stop the loneliness.


And I ask why?

Why do you wait until it is too late?
Why do some of you choose to be blind?
Why do you let selfishness take over
When someone is crying?

All it takes is a simple gesture....
Stranger or not
You can bring a fading soul back to life
With just a few words of kindness.
You can change their life,
Give them a fresh idea of hope.

Break through their fascade.

So start this chain
To make a change.
To save a soul.

All it takes is one  person
To get this ball on the roll.

I ask are you going to be one of the blind?


© Ashlae G.

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Remember
Category: Life

§

Strength and courage
That's so bright
In many eye's.
The selflessness
That out weighs
The egotistical heart.
Laying your life
On the line
To give us ours.

Day after day
Your friends and family
Pray that you
Make it home safe.
As grief overwhelms
Their hearts
For the one's who
Won't be able to
Say good-bye.

Let's take a knee
For the soldiers ALL over
The world.
Give our thanks,
Give our praise.
War or not
They fight to save
One's they love,
They fight to protect
The only home they know.

We all have the
Same color blood.
Once it's spilled
Who can tell the differance?
For only God and their
Own hearts know
What they really fight for.

Let judgment come after
Their last breath.

Remember....
Remember....
What they could be
Fighting for.

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Take some time and open your eyes
Current mood: drained
Category: Life

This world goes round and round
Just like a revolving door.
Who knows who'll step out onto your floor.
People change as they travel through
The ups and downs of an elevator.
Is there reasonable cause?
Or is it self denial?
Stuck up suits who think they know what to do.
Heres some advice....observe an average joe....
See what they know.
You might be surprised.
They might actually have some happiness in their eyes.

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Good Bye and Hello
Category: Writing and Poetry

§Where's the world gone too?
A blooming rose blackning at the tips.
So much death
So much pain.
To many people getting lost in the game.

Fear is at the wheel now a days.
Telling you we are going this way
And you are doing that.
Money the symbol of power and control....
Might be the death of us all.
It's a slow spreading epidemic that ganes speed.
Once the mass is built,
Everyone look out please.

Don't get seduced into its promises.
Because it is the biggest lie ever made.
It's sad to watch you swirl down the drain.
But you must drown to live again.
Your choice has been made.

Turning your back is the hardest thing.
But the heart can't take the loneliness anymore
Can't bear the pain.
I can't be anywhere near this game.
I must leave now and I'm
Shutting the door.

Good- bye
And hello to new life.

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A Good Girl Once Gone Bad
Current mood: relieved
Category: Writing and Poetry

§ A good girl once gone bad.
Learning from the choices she has made
She decides to take a trip into the past.
Realization as the fear of loss and isolation
Sink in.  She no longer fits in.
People are the same,
Playin' the game all over again.
Trapted for another nine.
Drinkin like a fish just to make the
Old feeling go away.
She didn't know this fear could be so great.
She prayed to her mom saying
This is not the choice I want to make.
As the night rolls by, she get's the courage
To say hey, this is not me anymore.
I've changed and I'm sorry.
I can't be a part of this game anymore.
After the night is over
She has this sudden sense of closure.
I've finally moved on.
The past is the past.
A good girl once gone bad
Is finally done with the fears of the past.

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The Unstructured Soul
Category: Writing and Poetry

§  Take a look into the broken light
There some where in the darkness of twilight
Lies an unstructured soul.
Feeling torment due to self infliction, to the bone.

It's the mind set trickery game that plays
Like the strum of an internal guitar.
Stuck in a rut, desperately trying to break free.
A sliver of a piece at a time
It's seems by then they'll be dead and dying.
Can you understand how destructive one's mind can be?

Looking up the person sees that broken light,
So far to go...the hole is cavernous in this unstructured soul.
Unable to scream for help....cause no one would even hear them.
With each attempt...the person dies a little more
Too much pride blinds another's eyes.

Unable to stop the unstructured soul
Keeps trying until they can try no more.  §


© Ashlae G.

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One day at a time
Category: Writing and Poetry

§

Taking one step....
    in a positive direction.
    to feel happier within.
    to explore the unknown and frightening.
    to rediscover.
                          .....One step taken.

One day at a time.....
    trying to feel alive.
    trying to make a difference.
    trying to learn from the outside as well as within.
                         .....I try one day at a time.

I fall.....
      when fears pierce the heart.
      out of habit....running.
      into silence.....the torture my soul undergoes.
                         .....I fall to continuously get back up.

I love....
      unconditionally....but hardly shown.
      to care...but fear of the abuse.
      to help the weak; but have trouble helping myself.
                          .... Love feels like a dangerous thing to me.

I work....
      to clear the mind...to block out the pain
      to live....and live to work.
      to make an opportunity...cause none was given
                                .....I'm tired of working to be free.

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Short and Sweet Shots of the Mind
Current mood: chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Lyrics That Relate
Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

I just bought Disturbed's Ten Thousand Fists album.  I got to reading their lyrics and a lot of them I can relate to. And there's one song that really relates to Our Oh- so lovely President Bush

Currently listening : Ten Thousand Fists By Disturbed Release date: 20 September, 2005

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My addiction
Category: Writing and Poetry

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blah, blah,blah (blog)
Category: Writing and Poetry

You know I really wonder if I am really crazy...am I starting to end up like my mom?(She was bi polar)  I'm trying really hard not to close up and be secluded. Sometimes I just can't stop it. The real me is the person behind the curtain yelling what the hell is the matter with you? Say something instead of just sitting there tight lipped. I imagine people probably think I am weird because of how quiet I am.....that or I am just being paranoid. Most likely the last one; but that little thought works it way in sometimes.
I don't know what is exactly wrong to tell you the truth; but I can tell you this....I haven't been the same since my mom died.and before that I was already teetering on the edge after the last time my father got busted. But this time I felt like I was buried waist deep in the ground.
Damn a realization....hate it and love it when I get them.
Here's the big thing to my social dysfunction......I am way too mature for my age. I feel out of place to tell you the truth. Out of place with people my own age( and if any of my friends are reading this.......this is not ment as an insult because I really care about all of you. Wether I show it or not.) because I'm not into a lot of the things they do...the whole spontaneous thing...party, make an unplanned trip....been there done that already. I also feel out of place with people that are older than me....I know I am not a lone; but there are times where I feel alone.

This is the only way I know how to communicate this....I dunno...I wish I could just get out of this funk that I have been in for a long time....I honestly don't remember it taking over.

Thanks for listening/reading this ramble.


Ashlae

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When?
Category: Writing and Poetry

§When should we give up
And throw a fit?

When the acid stress boils over
Or when it starts to simmer?

When do we know when
Enough is enough with our own reflection?
When and how do we stop?

I'm lost. Can you lead me to
My boundary line please?
This pain I caused may be the
End of me.

Soul mutilation
It seems like the scars
Jar the door shut.
So, I turn to words
And faceless people
To escape judgement,
Confrontation, and
Explanation.

I avoid awkwardness,
I don't the fake sympathy.

If you care for me truly
Be there for me.
Listen to me.

When is this going to fully change?
I can't give in.
No getting sidetracked again.

Stay by the boundary line.
Stick to my guns.
I don't want to go through this again.

When and if when am I
Going to be woman enough
To make this end?

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This Is The Best I Can Do
Category: Writing and Poetry

§  I sit here and watch
As the days go by,
I see all the faces meet their fate.
My heart breaks
As my soul shakes.
Because I can not change,
Can not save the people
I care about the most
From their mistakes, their pain.

I must watch them fall,
Embrace the bruises they
Are forced to take.
Only to get back up
Stronger and whole.

I don't mean to be distant
And unkind at these times,
It's just that I don't know any other way.
The best I can do is be a friend
And even than I lose sight of
That thin boundary line.

I must be careful of how
Much I give
Cause those that are untrue
May use it to their advantage.

Can you understand?
Can you put yourself in my shoes?

See, I have fears too.

I'm being distant
Not because I don't care.
It's that I care too much.

You're fragile
I am too.
All I can say is that this
Is the best I can do for now.

To all my loved ones and friends
I am trying.
But it's going to take a while
to change a life time of practice.
That I can promise you.
This is the best I can do.

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