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May 17, 2019
 

A little ditty

About Jack and Diane

Takes me back

To when we were seventeen

You owned the beach

In your Oakley shades

And those cut off jeans

If you heard it now

Would it take you back?

And would you smile

And wonder what became of me

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 16, 2019
 

Si me rompo en mil pedazos es por la ilusión que murió en tus labios.

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FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 16, 2019
 

That Rose 🌹 .

You looked at me while I was adoring that rose,

To give me a smile you chose to pluck that rose.

I was in my own world didn't saw you moving towards that rose.

Thud! Ah!! That sound I heard and I screamed as you were not their near to that rose.

Everyone rushed as noone had ever thought that you will fall in  that well
which was hided wth a sheet in front of that rose .

Yes he was drowning just for a smile , for me and for that Rose.

Someone from crowd was braveheart who jumped in a well with a bucket & rope without a second thought .

Few minutes later he gave little push to  rope string ,
other's quickly pulled that bucket and of course it was him .

He got some bruis...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 16, 2019
 

it’s funny, the things remembered most.
too often, i exist in a dream-like state, pictures flooding in because some song on the radio insisted that i hadn’t reminisced in far too long. like, the way hank williams songs remind me of learning to drive a stick shift in the pasture behind my great grandparent’s house. or how when incubus plays i’m taken back to that night in the biting wind when we stood against the stage and sang our hearts out to every song. or like whenever strawberry wine comes on the radio, i suddenly find myself under coral skies, moments falling like petals from dandelions.
memories echo in every line
and i get lost in them every single time
- ashley jane

VINYL
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May 15, 2019
 

           So hard to sleep.My stomach hurts, my heart aches.
I tried to meditate, I cried, I spoke out loud to Freddy hoping he could hear me in the after life.
        
           I started looking through my phone and came across a random voice memo of a conversation between Freddy, my daughter and myself that I recorded without them knowing in March 2018. 5 months before he died from Cancer. I never listened to it. This recording went on for almost 20 minutes. We were laughing, joking, with our daughter then she left the room for a few minutes. He and I were alone, we were teasing each other, talking about the show that was on, we were talking politics, being sarcastic, laughing.

...

STAR EXPLODING
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May 11, 2019
 

We were
Celebrating your birthday
Nano
The hole gang was there
And I socialize
And have a good time
And practicing tae kwon do
And play with
Jake the dog
Well into the night
In my backyard
It was a summer evening
The party ended in me running
To the beauty
Of the full
Moon
What a night.  

ENDLESS STARS
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May 11, 2019
 

In the summer night
My father and I
Blew bubbles in
The night
And stargaze
Having a jolly good time
While my mother
Dealt with a meeting
As the we go for a walk
The stars in the Dipper
Grow brighter and brighter
When we return
The meeting is terminated
And we go into our house
As I feed on a tart
I am positively haunted
With bubbles and
Stargazing.  
Still am to this day.  

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FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 11, 2019
 

Dear Summer,

I was at the office today... I wanted to gather my things and leave, I opened my bag and I Felt something tucked in there, thats when I remembered, that the letter you gave me when we last saw eachother was there.. Never left my bag since the night you gave it to me. I froze for a moment, not knowing what to feel and after a while I gathered my thoughts and left. 

I reached home, sat down and I was staring at my bag. As if it was pandora's box, I reached to grab it knowing that my heart will race. I opened the inner bocket I kept your letter in, knowing that the shell that I've been trying to build for months now to protect us will fall apart, and then... 

Your perfume was s...

LAST HUG
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May 9, 2019
 

             ~ SMILING ANGEL~

Bruised and hurt ,
Ripped  clothes barely covered her.
Sobbing and struggling,
She decided to end her life .
  ............
She looked upon her life for one last time
And  her movie  played in the half open eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~
Born in small and poor clique .
Insouciant, she was always dressed with wide smile ,
An etheral soul she was.

Soon she was 14, bleed for the 1st time,
And same day sold to new life ,
With the promise of future and full belly.

All alone she entered in the real world
Smiling naively , unknown of the darkness, she will cross all alone.

On her premier she was angelic, descended from heaven ,
fair complexion , black eyes and pink lips ....

PERFECTION
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May 9, 2019
Macul, Chile

Hay cosas que olvidamos... Y hay cosas que no podemos olvidar, es gracioso, no sé cual es mas triste...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 5, 2019
 

When wind played with your skirt
The naughty boys began to mock
Then, do you remember what I did?

For the maths once you got zero
While entire class burst into laughter
Then, do you remember what I did?

Once your rhythmic walk to home,
Flirting eyes from the street screened you
Then, do you remember what I did?

Together we sat, together we rest
Yet our most wanted words we hid
That's the blunder ever we did.

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CREATIVE WRITING
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May 3, 2019
 

this distance tastes
like crimson and clover,
like whiskey on the rocks,
like m e m o r i e s
i swallow them down,
waiting
underneath the stars,
tethered to your deception,
to empty promises
and elusive dreams,
to illusions of love
that were only skin deep
i stand
beneath broken skies,
holding out for you
to say something true
but, we both know
that was never something
you knew how to do
- ashley jane

MARTHA LUCIA
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May 2, 2019
Philadelphia, United States

Her touch replaced the feeling of that needle society would put in me to trigger the monster inside
Her presence healed my mind to revision those dreams trapped inside those broken liquor bottles side effected with over crowded thoughts
The care in her eyes with the sound of the pain-free voice she wished for me innovated a cold clouded soul to rose
For she is my “rose in the concrete” amongst these ghetto streets
As the purity in her melodies within her heart sings to capture my freedom even the devil could not resist
such a beautiful sound her conscience displays faints out the cage surrounding me
& seals off my last piece of rage with a kiss
For she said “I wanna b your peace of min...

CREATIVE WRITING
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April 25, 2019
 

        She kept thinking of him every now and then. Each moment. She was stuck in the memory loop and was sinking deep into the pool of memories trying to find him somewhere...to talk...at least to look at him and fill herself with the sight. But then, all that she was, was buried deep!

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FIND PEACE
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April 23, 2019
 

Flipping through the dusty pages
I discovered stories i read before ages

Inked in black letters
Snow White lived in tatters
Cinderella cried in vain
The baby bear was in pain

The small little forgotten book
Took me back to the picturesque brook

There read dad Snow White's kindness
There he warned me about Goldilocks' carelessness
He said Cinderella was gracious
Who kept going with patience
Imitating the characters voices
He taught me to make the right choices

Flipping through the dusty pages
The monotonous textbooks looked like cages
For the real lessons were learned by the brook
With no teacher but my dad and the fairytale book!

@soniyaa

HAPPY EARTH DAY 2019
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April 21, 2019
San Antonio, United States

ShowTime
the music was loud and although i was excited to see the band, i was feeling really sick. the vibrations from the speakers were slowly pushing up my meal from earlier that night. punk shows are the best because you can puke right there on the floor as lanky teenage boys scrimmage about instigating a mosh pit. falling in the regurgitated remains just adds to the punk charm. immediately after i spewed my dinner, a stranger handed me a drink and said "you're still not drunk enough". i accepted the free beverage but i retained the fact that i was ill not drunk. i downed the drink in less than a minute hoping to cure my ailing condition. i lost my friend in the crowd and it was far too p...

CHIRAYU
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April 19, 2019
San Antonio, United States

My Troubled Youth,

i was 15 years old and my brother, tony, was 16. we left home one weekend and ended up staying in a border town in mexico for two weeks. it all started when we met a couple of guys from laredo. they were looking for a ride back home and my brother’s friend, elise, promptly offered up her car. they requested that we first stop off in austin. it was the opposite direction of where they were headed but being the naïve teens that we were, we willingly drove them. the two guys ventured out to sell what they smuggled in from mexico. (apparently, the pills they had were a huge success in austin). meanwhile, elise’s car was having some issues and when the damn thing died, i had t...

CALVIN & HOBS
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April 18, 2019
Albuquerque, United States

My momma used to
Tell me
To keep certain body parts to
Myself.
They were for me alone.
Inappropriate
Was her grown-up word.
My momma used to
Warn me
About those untrustworthy
Older boys.
I was smart- I understood
Inappropriate,
I would scream if they tried.

She said we should
Play house.
She pulled me under the
Covers.
Alone.
For
Months.
We were little girls
We had play dates.
Play.
We played with
Our bodies.
But didn't I know better?
Hadn't I been taught?
But.
Older
Boys
Didn't sound like
Younger
Girl.
Not when life
Experience
Was limited to just
Six years.

I never told
My mother.
Her warning
Didn't
Protect me.

VISIONS
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