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Draw in your hand,
and speak your desires,
upon the thin paper of my heart.

Let me compose them into songs of the creek, let's feel
the sound of the cricket's chirp, all week.  We'll get lost,
And fly away like a dream into the night, forgetting the cost
Of freedom, for by the dawn our time will only be revealed.

We'll run up  upon the towers and dance into the amber sky,
for we will renew the earth by the light of songs.
We'll watch as the world turns cold, as our hearts fly with such power.
For like my jacket that covers you, let my voice always hold you.

In the embers of your heart, let me receive all of you.
Like the red dress that sings about you, let me forever

love you so.
This is my 4th poem. hope it's a joy. :D
 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
Sjr1000
A
single flower
on a young peach tree
glowing neon pink
in the morning sun
a single promise
of
what we all can be.
 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
Untitled
They said that the monsters came from under the bed
I say there are more monsters inside my head
They said that the closet held demons of sin
I say the only thing in my closet are skeletons
They said watch out for ghosts in the dark
I say the only dark place is my heart
I was inspired to make this from something I found online
 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
wordvango
it seems came her

adrift on mellow breezes
faintly scent o' strawberries

red dawn golden lashes  in rhythms
upon a meadow painted by
Emerson words and Van Gogh splashes

so lightly afoot
so not to spoil any of nature

listening
relaying

being
her.
 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
12:19 AM

Sitting on my bed staring at my screen.

L o s t

Not only in my emotions but in a plethora of words and thoughts running through

M y

complex, depressed, and hopeless

M i n d

Sitting on my bed staring at my pathetic words on my pathetic screen

12:28 AM
i cant...
Iv been floating around city to city since i was born
was physically there but emotionally torn
mourning the loss of my long lost friends
the older i got i hated doing this over again
afraid to fall in love cuz disappearing after a kiss
or make new friends but a year later all their birthdays i will miss
and they write that they miss you and you want to reminisce
but 18 years in a new place and the loneliness really hits home
and  it must be in my heart because that where my past friends have grown
This cigarette box holds comfort, secrets, and weakness
when i open the top and stop when i spot what she wrote...
*Do You Really Need It ?
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