Chanes Forever• Show poetry

I have posted my myspace as my homepage; feel free to add me. Just leave a message with the request letting me know you're from this website and give your author name okay? Awesomeness.
[my author profile is in the progress of being completely written out okay? Bear with me, It's not all I have to say yet.]
Fair warning: I have a habit of going and going and going when it comes to describing myself, but for people to get a TRUE idea of what I'm like it IS kinda necessary to make such a long profile section. If you have the patience to read all of this...you are automatically amazing. If you don't but you try, you're still awesome.

My name is Ashley, but since 8th grade, thanks to this dude named Danny, I have also been known by the alias "Chanes" (pronounced exactly like the word "chains"). It has grown on me more and more over time, and I absolutely love it. I want to hear people referring to me this way when I'm at my friggin college graduation. XD I'm gonna come back to the college thing eventually. As you'll read, I will make about 10 full circles in this thing.

Speaking school in general, I am the biggest nerd you will ever have the fortune (or misfortune? lol) of knowing. I am pretty much a straight-A student...and I CAN be stuck-up about that, though I do not mean to be. I like nearly every subject I've ever taken, dislike some, utterly despise a few, and worship a few...let's see....Social Studies=mostly fail, although I loved AP US History. That class rocked. Math=so-so. I like it if I understand it. I liked geometry and I was great at it. I can't stand graphs, or nearly any algebra for that matter. Though-and here's just how big of a nerd I am-I liked logarithms. XD...

Science and English...NOW we're talking. There's my flesh and blood. I love reading. I love writing-well, duh, I have this account don't I? Since I was in eighth grade... I used to have many more poems from those earlier days but... I don't like how I was writing at the time. Very, very "unstable" state of mind. Not that I don't have dark material on here now, but at least when it's on here now it's with therapeutic intentions. I'm not just trying to suck anyone into it, I'm not trashing anyone, I'm not hunting down sympathy. Just, if you choose to read it, judge the talent with which I wrote it and if you don't like what I'm talking about, compare the material with who I am at this moment and you'll see nothing to dislike. Hopefully, you'd respect someone who's trying her hardest to keep her head up even when the weight on it threatens to break her neck.....

Whoa. Sorry. I REEAALLY get on my rants sometimes. Anyways, yes. That is the purpose of my writing. I like entering contests lately because they challenge me to write about specific topics-I pick ones, usually, that force me to go all cathartic toward a subject I'd prefer to bite my tongue over. So, I'm grateful for them even if they rip awkwardness out of me. I DO still write dark material when it comes to stories.
*Goes into advertising mode* Speaking of which I have one on this very site called The Artist Starves! I'm working pretty hard on it and I'd love to get comments from people! YES, the material is dark-ish, but 1) Keep in mind that that is not my usual thing and just not ME as a person, period, and 2)Don't say you weren't warned. That is all. ^_^
Moving on again.... I love reading other peoples' material as well. If you comment on ANY of my work-and it happens to be a decent comment-there's a 90% chance you'll receive a comment from me. At least one. I think it's rude to just sit here and expect them all to come to me without giving any in return. I've always been nice like that on this site, and I joined near the end of my 8th grade year... I'm a senior right now. So, it's a long time. I've been on here rather consistently since then, too, and I want to continue to be. This site is pretty much my internet home.

Anyways...Back to the science thing! I love it thanks to Mr. Frevola
My friends rock my world. XD
No, seriously, though... I am lucky. I know awesome people. Quite a few have accounts on here. Back when I started this one we all were actually rather active on here. Now...well, we're all still around, but I'm active the most, and my bestie is a close second.
My bestie's name is Kelsey. She is awesome beastiness. XD We have a LOT in common-sometimes maybe too much... Such as music tastes (I'll come full circle with THAT too!) and we both love writing and reading. AND we're both artistic (I will ALSO circle around back to that!). AND we're anime fans. And dorks. And Techno Twins (If you've seen that AT&T commercial, you know what I mean). XD She's Veeter, the one that looks cool holding the boombox, and I'm Slav, the one who dances manically with a streamer. We also have like 8746987 inside jokes. Allow me to list them, starting with a few in the form of a haiku:

Deus ex pickle.
YOU JUST MADE ME LOSE THE GAME.
Bagel! Bagel! Si.

We also have... MR. YUM-YUM! ~ The XD chain! ~ Moof! ~ Wicky wicky! ~ *waves hand in front of automatic paper towel dispenser* THANK YOU! ~ Uber Paper Towel Man! ~ What happens in art class..... ~ MINDFREAK! And... JAZZ HANDS!..... ~ *with lisp* Sailor! ~ SORRY ABOUT THE BROKEN GLASS! AND THE TOILET! WE'RE IN TROUBLE! ~ What's Up Billy?! ... Zetzoubou People. ~ etc... Trust me, I'll add more as I remember or as they are spawned...
We liked doing this neat thing in art class that I call experimental psychology. Because to em it was kind of psychological AND experimental. Though it's most likely the wrong label for it. But what we'd do is we'd share head phones and listen to a song, and we'd think of some abstract art mental image while listening. Then we'd each describe the colors and patterns we envisioned to match the song. Sometimes we agreed completely, sometimes almost completely, sometimes barely, and sometimes not at all. I don't know what the hell her method was (forgot XD), but I based mine on the notes and scales. I can identify them by ear, yes, though it may take me a couple seconds. Two examples:
The Wife, the Kids, and the White Picket Fence - by Fair to Midland: Scale ~~~ primarily C major. I associate C major scales with some light or bright shade of green. So, I see green. The bridge of the song almost changes the song to an F major scale. I associate the F scale, period, with some sort of blue. So I see a little blue, too. Darroh Sudderth, their FREAKING OUTSTANDING singer, has this amazing voice that soars through the song. I associate vocals like that with blinding white. So... My "painting" of this song: Bright green with bright pale blue splatters within it, and white swirls throughout it as well.
Under My Feet - by Celldweller ~~~ D minor scale throughout the whole song. D I tend to associate with some sort of gold-ish color. Bright if it's a major scale, but since it is not... I see dull, faded gold. The song has this emptiness quality to it, which, like the amazing voice of Darroh, makes me think white. Something about Klayton's voice tends to make me think of LIME LIME BRIIIIGHT green when I hear him - any song of his I've tried this with, I see that color somewhere. AND the minor scales sometimes make me think of black. So... Final product: A blank white canvas painted over with these graceful dull brass stripes strecthing through it from a few different directions, with sudden large black splatters and smaller, plentiful neon green ones.
Enough of that now. Back to Kelsey... She rules. I mentioned she loves writing like I do. I FORGOT to mention that she's totally amazing at it.
http://allpoetry.com/Euphy
GO LOOK!!! She writes the prettiest things and she refuses to hold back. I love it!
And while I'm posting links here, why the hell not...
Remember that dude named Danny I mentioned who gave me this nickname? He writes, too. And he has a LOT of poetry. It's very good poetry, too. :3 He also tends to be brutally honest about what he writes and so... yeah. Go look.
http://allpoetry.com/Sergeant%20Awesome
And Jackee-Lin! She writes good stuff too. Go look!
http://allpoetry.com/jacklyn
They're the only ones still active on here otherwise I'd have more links for you but that's it... OH WAIT! There is one more person... His name is Michael. He isn't much into writing (yet), but his short stories are amazing. He wrote one titled "Absolute" that I'd love to see him post on here...It was incredible... He has a poem called "Meaning" on here, and... I'M its subject. I apparently gave his life meaning.
How it was ME who did so, I'll never know.
But, trust me, I have no complaints whatsoever.
In fact...
Here's how I feel about him...There are so many things that I see, hear, whatever, that somehow remind me of you. No matter how small or even silly. I see someone with a wristband, I think of yours. I've heard MANY songs that make you come to mind and I even associate entire bands with you. I hear someone make a certain kind of joke somewhere and I think to myself that you'd probably laugh at it. Already told you that spring water, to me, tastes like you. I wear those hoodies you gave me around a LOT and when I have nothing to do I sit around and either keep my head in it and close my eyes or lay down with my arm and the sleeve against the side of my face. I never, ever take off my favorite necklace you've given to me. Never. Even if it gets tangled I un-tangle it without taking it off. I wear the ring nearly everyday too. And if I didn't need to use my hands and it wouldn't get in the way, I'd never take it off, either. I've worn every piece of jewelry you've ever given me at once, more than once. I almost always try to imagine you being near me when I'm tired or trying to fall asleep. I have literally gone through full days where whatever was going on at. that. moment. was second-priority in my thoughts. You, of course, were first. For the entire day. You know I've written more about you than anyone else. There's even been times that I say to myself, "Now don't overkill", but then I go write again and think it just isn't enough. I wonder if, metaphorically speaking, I tore myself open, would every single word I've said and haven't said and thought of and never said or just never even thought of finally come out? Would I run out, ever? I don't know. But for now, I just love you.

This is the end of my fun fact about me now. XD Thank you for getting to know me. You rule.
Forever Chanes,
CHANES FOREVER





A Perfect Circle = Gravity


Lost again
Broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to
Just let this go

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live

I fell again
Like a baby unable to stand on my own
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go
High and surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live

Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
Help me survive the bottom

Calm these hands before they
Snare another pill and
Drive another nail down another
Needy hole please release me

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live






Incubus = Drive

Sometimes, I feel the fear of
uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask
myself how much I'll let the fear
take the wheel and steer.

It's driven me before, and it seems to a faint
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
with open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
I'll be there...

So if I decide to waiver my
chance to be one of the hive,
will I choose water over wine
and hold my own and drive?

It's driven me before, and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
with open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine,
hold the wheel and drive...

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
with open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,
I'll be there..





80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".

20% actually mean it.

If you honestly are in the 20%, paste this into your profile.


To every guy...

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait"
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours
just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful
no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared
through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything
so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her
when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy
even if you are not with her.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not re-post this because they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy re-post this with "We're a Dying Breed "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
re-post this with: "To Every Guy...