poems

Treading Water


Say something

Anything

Fight me

Love me

But please don’t forget me

Don’t stop seeing me

Standing here

I am treading water

Stuck

Waiting

No way to move forward

With no way to get back

Back

To where we used to be

A different time

When I was so sure

That I was yours

And you were mine

© Ashley M. Nee 2013

Dreams


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I have been finding lately that I am getting discouraged with my writing. I feel like I never have enough time to do anything. I came across this little motivational tidbit somewhere….Pintrest maybe? When I saw this I realized that I am only 25, I have my whole life ahead of me still to get the things done that I want to get done. I thought I would share it with my loves….save it for when you get knocked down.

~Ash

Just Let Go


This is a song I wrote in 2008….I have it in MP3 and it is acoustic, thought I would share it with you all….the lyrics anyway 😉

 

Look at me

Through broken glass

See the love

That just can’t last

All the times we

Fought and cried

Tells me we’re living a lie

When is it time to just let go

Let the pain wrap around

And not be scared to show

That we’ve both moved on with life

And that we should have never let this

Slow us down

Time will only

Keep moving fast

And this thing was never built to last

So now fly free

Free to be

Whoever you couldn’t be with me

When is it time to just let go

Let the wrap around

And not be scared to show

That we’ve both moved on with life

And that we should have never let this slow us down

It’s ok to be hesitant

And never to want to take a step

But we just aren’t meant to be

There is nothing there when you say you love me

When is it time to just let go

Let the pain wrap around and not be scared to show

That we’ve both moved on with life

And that we should have never let this slow us down

© Ashley M. Nee 2008

A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe


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Alone (1875)

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Retrieved from: http://poestories.com/read/alone

 

I feel it only right to honor Poe today, the day of his birth. He was a great poet and a tortured soul.