Imperfection is a mirror image of buety in anothers eye's
the abstract self in a shattered mirror of tears, filled with lust and pain
the grain of sand in the hourglass halts
as the pool distilled with hope of Love remains
until the faithful day of reckoning is upon us, we wait
we wait for anothers light to shine the way
and bridge the gap between loss and faith
we wait silently as if nothing is there
till the ultimate power of truth guides the way
out of the darkness of within
and out to explore the world of buety and hope
we find our way together, our lives intertwined
to find our way sweet spot, happiness is mine
till that final day i will be there
always and forever to care
until death does us part
Written by:Ashley smith 16/11/09
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The Girl Accross The Way
to scream out load, yet not make a sound
with senseless looks and the glow in her eye
we part our ways, but the feeling dwells
when nobody speaks, yet enough has been said
when she walks away, and the night creeps on
we know she's mine, yet she doesn't agree
the mark has been made, and the scar will remain
the thought will be there, until we meet yet again
the moves will be made and the winners remain
till that faithful day, i wait alone
the hope will linger, until faiths all gone
she rocks my world, and things will be done
the smile on her face, will not be alone
and once again our lives's be intertwined
with senseless looks and the glow in her eye
we part our ways, but the feeling dwells
when nobody speaks, yet enough has been said
when she walks away, and the night creeps on
we know she's mine, yet she doesn't agree
the mark has been made, and the scar will remain
the thought will be there, until we meet yet again
the moves will be made and the winners remain
till that faithful day, i wait alone
the hope will linger, until faiths all gone
she rocks my world, and things will be done
the smile on her face, will not be alone
and once again our lives's be intertwined
Luck
A faithless hope, a lack of shame
Too many drinks, this girl ain't mine
to think to much, and act to little
to on to hopeless faith, yet to loose your mind
this life is cruise, if you let it flow by
but to act is human, why should we let it go by
to want, to feel is emotional faith
which we allow ourselves to deny each day
when feelings are felt and wishes go by
how can we see when love is so blind
when crowds get rough, and girls flow by
why won't he act, instead she walks by
now here's his chance, to win over her love
to be himself, and hopefully not fail
his heart races fast, as she approaches
she speaks but a whisper, and he is hers
now to seal the deal and win her over
the light dims out well, and the noise creeps away as he touches her slowly
there is a glow in her eye,
the battle is won and they both end up home
now to see where it goes and hopefully not gone
Too many drinks, this girl ain't mine
to think to much, and act to little
to on to hopeless faith, yet to loose your mind
this life is cruise, if you let it flow by
but to act is human, why should we let it go by
to want, to feel is emotional faith
which we allow ourselves to deny each day
when feelings are felt and wishes go by
how can we see when love is so blind
when crowds get rough, and girls flow by
why won't he act, instead she walks by
now here's his chance, to win over her love
to be himself, and hopefully not fail
his heart races fast, as she approaches
she speaks but a whisper, and he is hers
now to seal the deal and win her over
the light dims out well, and the noise creeps away as he touches her slowly
there is a glow in her eye,
the battle is won and they both end up home
now to see where it goes and hopefully not gone
Our Imperfect World
why can't we escape it, a reality of pain and suffering to be so close yet to stray so far we choose our path but look back on our scars why can't we be happy, to run and to flee through the dreams filled with hope and wonderful glee
dreams where the clouds are a soft orange and the moon creeps slowly toward it's goal
where the tree's sway with meaning and the birds fill it all
dreams where water is soft and cools down your feet
and the grass is blanket of green, bladed with sweetness
this place we shall go, for ignorant bliss
a place where we're welcome, to live and to speak
this world is like no other, we shall not remain
for this world is not ready, to leave behind all this pain
for when we return, from our wonderful adventure
we shall not be angry, nor violent by nature
we shall live as one, and accept one another
but who are we kidding it's not human nature
for now we must live, among the chaos of all
and struggle through life, to we reach our goal
one day we look back, and see what we've done
and hope all is well from these deeds that have come
so when we grow old and think all is well
we shall remember our dreams and put them up on a wall
for the youth is next to make our mistake's
or maybe they'll learn and live without regrets
Written BY:Ashley Smith November 2 2009
dreams where the clouds are a soft orange and the moon creeps slowly toward it's goal
where the tree's sway with meaning and the birds fill it all
dreams where water is soft and cools down your feet
and the grass is blanket of green, bladed with sweetness
this place we shall go, for ignorant bliss
a place where we're welcome, to live and to speak
this world is like no other, we shall not remain
for this world is not ready, to leave behind all this pain
for when we return, from our wonderful adventure
we shall not be angry, nor violent by nature
we shall live as one, and accept one another
but who are we kidding it's not human nature
for now we must live, among the chaos of all
and struggle through life, to we reach our goal
one day we look back, and see what we've done
and hope all is well from these deeds that have come
so when we grow old and think all is well
we shall remember our dreams and put them up on a wall
for the youth is next to make our mistake's
or maybe they'll learn and live without regrets
Written BY:Ashley Smith November 2 2009
The Man That Died Too Young
through brocken bottle's and shattered dreams lay an empty pool of blood in loss and heartache fear and lust a lonely man lays dead he did no wrong yet suffered well and felt a womans wrath in the end we all go out with no big bang or thrust in life we live with treasured thoughts of hope and living lust we fight and live a for morals in wich we adopt, we must
we find in life we are alone unique in our own way
yet once we find another how can we go astray
in life we live as well we can through each and every day
yet how can we keep going when people like to betray
with this new age of violence and hate how can we expect to forgive when people love to hate
there is no law there is no justice in this world amoung us
so what do we expect to find when judging is thrust upon us
to take these words and think no more is nothing but a crime
but who are we to decide our fate when there is no right or wrong
in the end we choose our fate through decision lay before us
yet who are we to judge and hate when love is all around us
these simple things will do you good if nothing else will work
but keep in mind when things go bad it's not the end of the world!
Written by: Ashley Smith October 23 2009
we find in life we are alone unique in our own way
yet once we find another how can we go astray
in life we live as well we can through each and every day
yet how can we keep going when people like to betray
with this new age of violence and hate how can we expect to forgive when people love to hate
there is no law there is no justice in this world amoung us
so what do we expect to find when judging is thrust upon us
to take these words and think no more is nothing but a crime
but who are we to decide our fate when there is no right or wrong
in the end we choose our fate through decision lay before us
yet who are we to judge and hate when love is all around us
these simple things will do you good if nothing else will work
but keep in mind when things go bad it's not the end of the world!
Written by: Ashley Smith October 23 2009
My Happy Place
Universe of possibility, gathering up the wind-strewn leaves watch as the sun sets and the cloads gather close as the cool dark blanket takes over the orange sarenity like a mother tucking you into bed, there is a feeling of warmth and hope in this magestic buety, soon the stars shine bright and the moon stands tall and proud, as you stare into the depth of it's buety and ponder
thoughts of another come to mind and soon there is lust in the wind
a lust that hasn't been felt in a long time, watch as the tree's move and the grass become's softer as you fall deep into the buety of the night
the wind take's over and the breeze runs smoothly through your hair
the feeling of attraction and need overwelms you as the night carrie's on
to be close to another is soon to be and as you sleep the night take's you in
Written by: Ashley Smith october 23th 2009
thoughts of another come to mind and soon there is lust in the wind
a lust that hasn't been felt in a long time, watch as the tree's move and the grass become's softer as you fall deep into the buety of the night
the wind take's over and the breeze runs smoothly through your hair
the feeling of attraction and need overwelms you as the night carrie's on
to be close to another is soon to be and as you sleep the night take's you in
Written by: Ashley Smith october 23th 2009
A Womans Lie
Diamonds in her eyes, her smile lies
the depth of her soul, could be seen never more
for the fear that lay within could draw the suckers in, but when they came in close, they saw she lost her grace
the tale of her soul, was lost for nevermore and the part that shall remain a ghost of a sinners pain
for one who could not cry, another would share her pain and the tale that once was is lost in a lovers ghost
Written by: Ashley Smith 23rd October 2009
the depth of her soul, could be seen never more
for the fear that lay within could draw the suckers in, but when they came in close, they saw she lost her grace
the tale of her soul, was lost for nevermore and the part that shall remain a ghost of a sinners pain
for one who could not cry, another would share her pain and the tale that once was is lost in a lovers ghost
Written by: Ashley Smith 23rd October 2009
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