ashleydawn : Writing

Long-Awaited

Long-Awaited

A Poem by ashleydawn


Closing my eyesat your commandI turned to my earsincuriosity.I heard you turn aroundand rustle in your bag,spinning back to mewith another instruction..
"What's the Worst That Could Happen?"

"What's the Worst That Could Happen?"

A Poem by ashleydawn


He asked me,"What was the worstthat could happen?"and we collectively agreedthat fruit could be thrownin my general direction."And what is the best?"h..
Prayer

Prayer

A Poem by ashleydawn


You suffered and diedYou took every hitwithout retributionand I'm fretting aboutspeaking Your nameto the group?Give me the strengthmy pathetic backbon..
Inspiring the Younger Set

Inspiring the Younger Set

A Poem by ashleydawn


Lately it seemsMy footstepshave been echoedby pitter pattersof a younger generationThey shyly experimentand look with pleading eyesfor approval.I enco..
I Want One Like My Daddy

I Want One Like My Daddy

A Poem by ashleydawn


Nervously I satTapping my heel on the tileGlancing at my watchIrritation set inThis meeting was important to meLife-changingWhere was my cosultant?As ..
Creation's Symphony

Creation's Symphony

A Poem by ashleydawn


The stage is set for the orchestra to come and take its place Each chair arranged to perfection and each music book is opened To Creation's Symph..
This Train is Moving

This Train is Moving

A Poem by ashleydawn


This train is moving forward Set paths for destinations Everyone has been given the map and we are well aware of the plans We signed the ledger a..
Help Me to Take Your Scarred Hand

Help Me to Take Your Scarred Hand

A Poem by ashleydawn


There are two hands set before my face Each calling for me to grab hold. They'll help me out of the hole I'm in If I just grasp thei hand One i..
Judgement of Ourselves

Judgement of Ourselves

A Poem by ashleydawn


"Do you see that man, the one behind bars over there?" "Why yes sweet child, I see him." "He killed a man once and is runnin' from the law. Isn..
I Was Made a Golden

I Was Made a Golden

A Poem by ashleydawn


There is a line in our society A line that seperates the golden children from the rebels The A's from the C's When I was born my mother placed..