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Hey everyone! My name is Ashley.Im an 18 year old girl from California who loves to just hang out and have fun. I love my boyfriend Anthony so much. He took the time to look behind my man hating bitterness and loves me for who i am and i love him so much for that. I love my friends so much and without them i don't know what i would do. Not only are they auesome people they are auesome poets Here are a few of them that are on all poetry...

Curious Beauty *My Mary*
sToRyOfMyLiFe *Kayla D*
FoRsAkEnHeArT *Cassie Aue*
OutOfMyHead *The Rockieness*
Azazel *Cupcake*
YourBrokenLullabye *Bri*
Lyndie7 *Lynn*
mystic 17 *Cristina*
Rollor Coaster *Sari*
Ziggy2007 *Ziggy*

Music is my life!!! I love all types of music from country to hard rock. The Matches are my favorite band tho.

THE MATCHES
"Eryn Smith"

If you ever go down to Huntington,
there is a girl there that is named Eryn.
She's got ADD, but isn't bored with me.
At least not yet, she said.
With a 'zine in between
her bohemian jeans,
half sober.
She's a dog in heat
and proud of that cliché. ok-ok, ok, ok
She's a can of mixed nuts
with a damn nice butt.
It's over.
But more and more,
she tries to make me stay, ok-ok, ok, ok

Eryn Smith, I don't want you to hate me.
You should know you educate me.
You should know you make me want to say,
You're bitchin'
And I just want you to hold me,
though I know we'll leave here lonely,
'cause in the end, it's meant to be that way
anyway.

She hacks her hair shorter on the left side
'cause if you called her cute
she'd be horrified.
She says you're gonna eat popcorn in the dark
And pay ten bucks to watch her life one day.

With a 'zine in between
her bohemian jeans,
half sober.
She's a dog in heat
and proud of that cliché. ok-ok, ok, ok
She's a can of mixed nuts
with a damn nice butt.
It's over.
But more and more,
she tries to make me stay, ok-ok, ok, ok

Eryn Smith, I don't want you to hate me.
You should know you educate me.
You should know you make me want to say,
You're bitchin'
And I just want you to hold me,
though I know we'll leave here lonely,
'cause in the end, it's meant to be that way
anyway.
Let's go...

You should know I think so much of you.
You should think I don't think of you much,
But that's not true.
You're the dimple in my cheeks
that I can't spit out.
You're the smile in my eyes
that I can't cry out
The word "subtle" is not a word that goes with
Eryn Smith-


The Matches
"Track 11 (Scratched Out)"

wake up and waste a day
chase away
a day at a time
and waste away
clean-faced today
clean taste today
toothpaste makes my
orange juice sour
waste an hour
or so
my shower
is slow
the flowers
that grow
outside of my window
are blooming
I'm assuming
that you're comin' over soon
it's almost half past four
and you called here at noon
'cause there's a picture
that you wanna see
now I'm not even good at
being me
anymore.

She got nicotine-basted
lungs
wasted thumbs
and one of them asphalt
tastin' tongues
she wakes up
to alarm
her make-up
is still on
and she can't remember
why she set the damn thing
her heart is a machine
art is meant to be seen
not felt
not heard
it's just paint
they're just words
and fingers are for feeling
fists are for beating
scabs are for healing
and blood is for bleeding
that's just how
I used to be
but I'm not even good at
being me
anymore.

I wake up and waste an hour
pace and glower
at the TV set wasting power
and aching in my head
I'm banking in the red
and compulsively charging cd's to my account
So come out
Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait
now it's too late
in the day
for a matinee
and I ain't got the
money to pay
for you anyway
what should I say?
I know it ain't how it
used to be
but I'm not good
at being me
anymore.
Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls
like to make boys wait

The Matches
"Sunburn Vs. The Rhinovirus"

Trade your demise for mine
A tissue for a cigarette
I'll miss you when you're gone
I'll mourn you still
I'll kill you yet

My eyes are dry
My eyes are dry
But on the inside, I'm all wet

I'm de de decomposing
I'm de de decomposing
Below my clothes
I'm starting to decompose

I blow my brains out
I blow my brains out
Through my nose

Grandma sleeps on a bed of ice
Why does Grandma sleep with open eyes?
No one knows we've been crying
We're living in the ocean's brine

Our world's all wet
Our world's all wet
But on the inside, something's dried

I'm de de decomposing
I'm de de decomposing
Below my clothes
I'm starting to decompose

I blow my brains out
I blow my brains out
Through my nose

I picked a bad day for the beach
Crowds of scarcely clad sides of meat
In spite of sunburn, I had a head cold
I blew my brains out through my nose

I blow my brains out
Through my nose
Oh, oh

I'm de de decomposing
I'm de de decomposing
Below my clothes
I'm starting to decompose

I blow my brains out
I blow my brains out
Through my nose
Oh, oh

I blow my brains out
I blow my brains out
(Blow my brains)
I blow my brains out
(Blow my brains)
Through my nose
Oh, oh

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