Audrey Ashira

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sole necessity

In freewrite, poetry on December 28, 2010 at 12:36 am

I don’t need anything
But the low lilt of music
And silent eyes

sister dear

In freewrite, poetry on December 27, 2010 at 11:33 pm

I’ll tell you a secret
Like a child would
Come under the covers and I’ll whisper it in your ear
“I’m afraid of the dark.
I’m afraid of the empty silence.”

I’ll share my life with you
Like blood-brothers
Prick our fingers and press them together
My blood’s in your veins
_Your blood’s in mine
And our hearts beat to the same time

I’ll fall asleep with you
Like a sister would
My head melting into your shoulder
My hands indistinguishable from your own
In the not-so-empty dark
As I listen to the beating of your heart

I’ll make a wish with you
Like a dreamer would
Like an old-fashioned fool
“One – two – three.”
We’ll cast our wishes into the blue sky-sea
And God will send a shooting star
By way of the shining Myths.

And I will get my wish:
“I love you,” Your eyes say.
“Goodnight.”

he sat with his thoughts in his hands

In freewrite, poetry on December 27, 2010 at 10:08 am

Get deep into your thoughts and walk around;
Get out and find a way to feel the ground.
It’s a funny human trick we try to play.
We get tangled in the words we do not say.

like children

In freewrite, poetry on December 13, 2010 at 11:02 pm

We are like children
Afraid of the dark;
Trying to not scab our knees
Or our hearts.

Love is a Seeker
And we’re all at play.
Love, he will find us
Someday.

We are like children
Caught in a game
That we have invented
That we cannot name.

Life is a teacher
And we’re in his class
With more questions
Than we can ask.

We are like children
Learning how to play
Laughing and falling
Unsure of the way.

God is the father
Holding us tight
Urging us off
Into flight

Out to fight

We are like children
Afraid of the dark;
Trying to not scab our knees
Or our hearts.

Love is a Seeker
And we’re all at play.
Love, he will find us
Someday.

if you don’t keep the door closed

In freewrite, poetry on December 9, 2010 at 11:07 pm

if you don’t keep the door closed
the noise will come in
the voices will choke you
the words, form a noose

if you don’t keep your shoes on
the splinters will prick you
the thorns will stick in you
the bleeding begins

if you don’t keep the blinds drawn
the light will blind you
the sun will burn you
the neighbors observe you

if you keep all the wind and the water and love out
no one can hurt you
cause you’ll be long dead

peices of short story

In scrap-paper snippets on December 8, 2010 at 2:37 pm

Maybe you don’t write letters. Maybe you don’t have someone worth writing them to or receiving them from. But maybe you do, and maybe, just maybe, you find absolute delight in lined paper scrawled over with ball point pen – because you love receiving a little piece of a person’s heart and a person’s soul, in a plain-white post-marked envelope.

The death of a loved one

In freewrite, poetry on December 4, 2010 at 4:25 pm

Where are the black veils?
Where are the torn cloths?
Why aren’t the streets hushed?
Why aren’t the stores closed?

Why are the ashes swept up
Into our hearts to hide?
Are we really too fragile to break a little
When a part of us dies?

burning desire

In freewrite, poetry on December 3, 2010 at 5:15 pm

Your eyes, your eyes are cigarrette smoke
…there’s no hope in them.
But there’s a flame, don’t you know?
That can light a fire within.

That will consume your fears.
Cause love is a fire, kid.
Don’t you know?
There’s a Love that longs to captivate your soul.