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Freedom
A Poem by
ashleydawn
"I am free to be who I am!" a pleading cry that pierced me through the mumbled arguments Ringing true to your hearts' cry Earnestly Begging fo..
Please Stay Downstairs
A Poem by
ashleydawn
I hear the bubble foaming Before the true boil rang out Voices escalating from the kitchen Competing with the roar of utensils I listened for a wh..
Beggining the Never Ending
A Poem by
ashleydawn
I had just reached the age Where my hariy legs Could no longer be considered Pre-pubescent The time had come for you to teach my the ways of a w..
Help Me to Hold On
A Poem by
ashleydawn
This path I walk is narrow A balencing act 'tis life But focusing on my goal Eyes trained on the prize I walk with ease with one foot in f..
Drunken Calls to Hotel Rooms on My Birthday
A Poem by
ashleydawn
I remember the night of my last birthday party 16 I heard, was a life-changer Mine was clelebrated and mourned with detachment attached as my frie..
You Thought Wrong
A Poem by
ashleydawn
Even with the bowl between us You attempted to make a move Leaning over in hopes of a brush from my shoulder To your dissapointment, I leaned in op..
A Family Graduation
A Poem by
ashleydawn
I realized today, my graduation The late understanding due to a lack of diploma and handshake Now I am no longer counted among the children who h..
College is Different
A Poem by
ashleydawn
You arranged your hat upon your head without the fear of punishment And I realizes then the difference with college.
Love in Music
A Poem by
ashleydawn
My desperate fingers Stroke the side of your neck Playfully experimenting Smoothing down your sides Intrigued Breathing through the hollows of y..
Cold Things in the Morn
A Poem by
ashleydawn
Pulling down the chain to pry open my eyes Groggy and yawning Killing my pupils again Jumping to each rug avoiding tiles on my toes Inescapable ..
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