Audrey Ashira

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the rain

In freewrite, poetry on September 27, 2010 at 5:20 pm

The rain that wets our carbon riddled skin
And seeps into our poly-fiber cloths
At once combines the ocean and wind
And packages their souls like music notes.

The rain, it turns the sky to condensation
To pearls that roll across our fingernails
The tears of the all the mythic constellations
That fall in sheets as wide as clipper sails.

highrise

In Uncategorized on September 24, 2010 at 8:57 pm

Meet me on the highrise
Where the cool, dark night
Smooths itself over the sky like
egyptian cotton
like oil paint
like deep blue ink.

Let me sink into your warmth.

Meet me on the highrise
Where the architecture of your eyes
Constructs it’s dreams and plans
In constellations
In bloodveins
Across your strengthened hands
Playing my thoughts like a timpani

And drenching me like rain.

uʍop ǝpısdn

In Uncategorized on September 24, 2010 at 8:34 am

Sometimes I write upside down
out of pure distracction
out of utter boredom
idle spontenaity…
But most generally, when
struck with inspiration
while doing a hand-stand.

squatters

In Uncategorized on September 24, 2010 at 8:29 am

I like to read
in between the margins
where the thoughts/notes
squat in between
like little trolls
guarding a bridge;
middle-aged women
cleaning out their fridge;
little girls and boys
looking at frogs;
cats hiding under cabinets
from dogs

the ocean

In lyrics, poetry on September 23, 2010 at 10:25 am

There was an ocean in between our eyes
Till our silence built a dam
We were tossing in the ocean waves
You carved ‘I love you’ in the sand

I was right
You came back home
You were wrong
I’m not sitting there alone
You left me in the sand by the shore
You came back but I’m not there anymore
You came back but I’m not there anymore

There was a river in between our eyes
The water ran
And it left it dry
We were floundering in search of air
we dreamed what only dreamers dare
I woke up with ocean in my hair
the cure for everything is saltwater
sweat
tears
and the sea

but mostly the sea

I was right
You came back home
You were wrong
I’m not sitting there alone
You left me in the sand by the shore
You came back but I’m not there anymore
You came back but I’m not there anymore

rumor

In poetry on September 23, 2010 at 8:52 am

listen
I’ll send you a secret
Concealed in poetry:
I found a rumor-
That he may still love me.
For the candle-in-the-window
He now realized
Had more fire than his Stella
In her cool dark sky
The rumor said he was coming back
To prove his theory true
Seems he wasn’t counting
on me loving you

triste

In freewrite, poetry on September 22, 2010 at 4:56 pm

Triste.
It looks like jaune-tinged vert to me
yellow-tinged green
jaune-vert leaves in a grey-skied rain-drenched world.

Triste.
It sounds like a whisper to me.
The inhale, afterwards, the frigid breath of night
in feeling

for feeling is acute in sadness

silent words

In freewrite, poetry on September 20, 2010 at 8:34 pm

it’s red
like the blood
on the railroad tracks
and it’s calling you back
it’s calling you back
the blood of my silent lips

Dminor Waltz

In lyrics, poetry on September 17, 2010 at 10:32 pm

Listen to it sung
http://www.myspace.com/audreyashira

Moving pictures on the screen
Play the answering machine
You’re voice, a broken melody
Is crackling like fire

Empty bottles, broken glass
Questions I don’t need to ask
We had dreams, but dreams don’t last
Just make us laugh before we die

Seasons pass like people do
Soon the grass will grasp us too
One touch in time, our eyes- they knew
And Eternity was there

I’m heartbroken they say
But they don’t even know the way
I died at the first word you said
You can’t kill a man that’s dead.

They say as I look out
All that I see
Is through rose colored glasses
But roses aren’t pink
They’re the color of red, red blood

peices

In freewrite, poetry on September 17, 2010 at 11:00 am

peices of my dream world
scattered at my feet
in cut pages of words