Poems by Ashbert, by newest first at All poetry

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Off the Ledge

Grind it down and breathe it in,
wipe the drool off of your chin.

by Ashbert 10 lines, on Feb 5 1:23 AM. In Sad, Other, Dark, My own style
Teenage Wasteland

so were all addicted to drugs now.
and its all we breathe,

by Ashbert 22 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 1 2:44 AM 2008
Cacophony Era

Your pleasure is no longer at my fingertips,
But rather at the edge of my box cutter

by Ashbert 15 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 27 11:33 PM 2008. In Dark, Personal, Pain, Hate, Lost love
Suicidal Children

I hope the suicidal children chew through your flesh like hungry wolfs
I look forward to when they rip and tear your skin to shreds

by Ashbert 16 lines, on Aug 27 11:00 PM 2008. In Angst, Pain, Dark
*Beneath the ginkgo biloba tree

My best friend lies
beneath the ginkgo biloba tree

by Ashbert 25 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 27 10:21 PM 2008. In Sad, Personal, Life, Nature
Sexless Fabrication

Why is it that you always need me
when I’m falling apart

by Ashbert 18 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 27 5:53 PM 2008. In Love, Personal, Pain, Dark
Butterflies of the Season

We do not deserve to know anything humans are merely butterflies with too much leisure,

by Ashbert 27 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 28 6:54 PM 2008. In Personal, Thoughts

The Beautiful Slipknot

You sit there, and you wonder Your brain is deep in thought

by Ashbert 28 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 28 6:11 PM 2008. In Personal, Sad, Goodbyes, Longing
Assasinate

Sugarcoat your truth until it tastes as sweet as blood cry your tears until your eyes are rusted shut from salt

by Ashbert 39 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 28 3:48 PM 2008. In Dark, Personal.
You hit me, We hit you.

Keep those words on your tongue until the sun goes down Keep them there,

by Ashbert 34 lines, on Jul 28 3:43 PM 2008. In Personal, Dark, Pain
Back to Sleep

She screams until her throat bleeds into her chest detesting the life that she leads

by Ashbert 29 lines, on Jul 28 3:36 PM 2008
Into the Sunshine

The moment I saw your face I could never go back to the place

by Ashbert 43 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 28 3:18 PM 2008. In Pain, Personal, Sad, Dark, Angst
Conscience is Clear

The flesh of a plum is the deepest,

by Ashbert 15 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 28 3:07 PM 2008. In Life, Personal, Other