Audrey Ashira

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smoke

In freewrite, poetry on November 27, 2010 at 3:14 pm

I wrote them out on paper-
My wants and my woes –
Set them flaming with a taper
And I breathed the smoke

And it stays in my lungs
Yes, it stays in my lungs

– Like a prayer candle –
in a chapel
long ago

notes for you

In freewrite, poetry on November 19, 2010 at 9:33 pm

I’m better with music.
When the lyrics don’t come out.
When the words get choaked up
In the silence and drown.

convincing

In freewrite, poetry on November 19, 2010 at 3:35 pm

this isn’t happening to me
on no, it’s not
this isn’t happening to me
it’s just a papercut
oh this is all a dream
and I’ll wake up
this isn’t happening to me
it’s all I’ve got

to breathe…..
to breathe…..
to breathe…..
to breathe.

star-crossed

In freewrite, poetry on November 19, 2010 at 3:34 pm

stars and angels
who’s master to our fate?
only us
only God.

there lies the paradox.

guns and devils
who’s mother our hate?
only fate
only loss

there lies the paradox

oblivious

In freewrite, poetry, Uncategorized on November 9, 2010 at 11:02 pm

we were oblivious,
giggling under the covers,
that we would watch our dear ones die,
that we would fall in love.

autumn

In lyrics, poetry on November 9, 2010 at 12:38 am

We’re dancing in a technicolor storm
We’re dying in a technicolor storm
The movement keeps our frigid bodies warm
The colors keep our souls alive.

We’re singing in a technicolor storm
We’re flirting with the technicolor storm
The words on our lips keep our frigid bodies warm
We’ll rake and dive
Into the leaves until we die

the sky and the sea

In freewrite, poetry on November 5, 2010 at 2:46 pm

I was the sea
You were the sky
Both of us
So blue
So far apart

I evaporated into you
And you rained down on me
Until we couldn’t tell between
Because we’d drenched eachother’s hearts.

trainrider

In freewrite, poetry on November 5, 2010 at 10:56 am

Trainrider,
You’ve been running from yourself so long
You can hardly see where you’ve started from
But the reason you left
Still haunts you at night
And makes you scratch your arm…

You’re scratching scars
And it makes gashes in your heart.

Trainrider
You’re cold at night
Cold and tormented
Guilt is a cold, heavy coat,
And every day you’re filling up the pockets…

There’s blood on your hands
And it’s stained your soul.

Trainrider
You’ve been dying for atonement
The blood is crying from the ground
And you can’t silence it.
The blood belongs to it’s Maker
But the blood has been paid for.

That one star in heaven…
It’s yours, Trainrider.

Your sins are forgiven.

fools

In freewrite, poetry on November 2, 2010 at 9:20 pm

Me and myself
talk to eachother
When you’re gone
When you can’t argue with us
About things that are not wrong.

alternative

In freewrite, poetry on November 2, 2010 at 8:41 pm

The poetry withers,
The words go stale,
The blood from us biting our lips
Leaves a bad taste in our mouth.
Because we’ve lost all sense of rythm
And the rhymes are overused.
So our poetry’s coming out prose –
Abused, stark, and broken.