the following poems are written by ashley, of course. we've been through some pretty tough times together, but we're still good friends. love you lots sweetie!!! = )
Bottom Line
Why do people think that I’m not very bright?
I may be blonde, but I still can see the light!
I used to be the same , filled up with doom.
I used to be the one to go back into the room.
You don’t have to lie to me, I wouldn’t of put up a
fight,
Because I used to do the same stuff all day and night.
And I don’t have the desire to do it anymore.
I finally figured it out when I hit the floor.
The bottom line is, you don’t have to lie,
I used to be the same, but I don’t want to die.
The Escape
Sometimes I want to get away;
Get away from all the chaos.
When it all adds up, its hard to stay;
I just want to get away.
When loved ones don’t care,
Or don’t seem like they do;
The obstacles are very hard to get through.
When people don’t pay attention to the pain,
And go on their merry way,
I just want to get away. Lost Love
I wish I knew a way to tell him how I feel,
But I’m afraid if I do, he won’t be able to deal.
Maybe I should just keep it all bottled up inside,
But I think my true feelings have nowhere to hide.
Hopefully , one day, he will be able to see
That the two of us together was never meant to be.
It goes so much deeper than looks and lust,
It’s the two things I need most, love and trust.
He told me that he loved me, and I told him not to
lie.
I think he really meant it, and that makes me want to
cry.
All I need to do is to be brave and be strong,
But when I am afraid, how can I get along? Bad Day
Somedays you just don’t want to smile.
For some people it’s one of those expected things,
But should it be expected all the time?
It’s kind of like people who are athletes, and always
win the game,
More times than not they are always expected to do the
same.
You have a certain reputation to uphold, it’s not
always easy.
It’s like you can’t be different, or even change your
mind,
And if you are or do, it’s a sin you should die for.
You can’t always be happy, sometimes it’s just one of
those days that we all go through.
And I don’t try to, and I’m sorry if I take it out on
you. Surround Sound
Elementary kids quickly shuffling past the doorway
with an important place to go; a teacher, no doubt,
with a loud tapping of the dress shoes; somebody
wheeling a TV down the hallway on a squeaky stand,
surely to watch an interesting video next block; a
teacher again. These are just some of the small
sounds that you can hear when all is quiet in a
classroom with the door wide-open to the outside
world. The daily bulletin being dropped off in the
sink; two girls uncontrollably giggling as they walk
swiftly down the hallway; the upbeat music playing in
the gym; another teacher. There are many small
sounds in the hallway that can distract you from your
work, but only if you let them.
Blank
I’m sitting here staring at a blank sheet,
wondering what to write and tapping my feet.
I didn’t know what to say or even do,
what I should write about, I haven’t got a clue!
I wish I know so my poem could be the best,
but I think this poem can be just as good as the rest.
Love Is...
Love is a fire burning deep down inside,
It makes you tell everything, no flaws for you to
hide.
Love is a precious miracle, and you’ll remember what
you said.
You’ll never think of saying the three words until
it’s set straight in your head.
Love is like a flower petal, it’s fragile and can
fall,
But sometimes can be grown again, like the oak tree
standing tall.
The Right Thing
What will be the same?
What will be totally opposite?
I wonder all of these things,
as all I do is sit.
I sit all alone in my room,
and wonder who will recieve doom.
Does every little thing that we do
make the difference between happy and blue?
Well, of course it does, we all should know,
that what we do reflects the way it will go.
Some things we do will certainly be more important
than others.
And sometimes the little things to us, mean more to
our mothers.
But in the end, you should do what you know is right.
Even if it means giving up one of your nights.
