I Am From Life
-Ashley Green
I am from long summer nights; lying in the sand;
Watching fireworks over the motionless water;
Games of Frisbee played on the hot asphalt road;
Until well after dark;
Lying on the grassy hill with neighbors watching the sun set,
Turning the sky pinks and purples.
I am from the tears of leaving one home for another,
Never to return;
The loneliness of a new school,
And not knowing where to go;
The fear of a new start,
Alone and outcasted;
The pain on not being accepted.
I am from the sounds of live music
In a small overcrowded theater;
The long bike rides with a close friend,
Never knowing when to return home;
A sleigh ride in a neighbor’s yard,
On a long awaited snow day.
I am from the tears of lost loved ones,
Friends and family alike;
Arguments between us,
Some never resolved;
The scars left in painful times,
Some of which still surface;
Grudges held with no real reason,
Causing bonds never to be made.
I am from the connections made,
Through opening up for a day;
People to lean on in hard times,
Through simply knowing their ‘brother;’
A big sister and big brother,
A close relationship with each;
Stuffed friends to cuddle with,
Because they never get angry at you.
I am from the forgiveness of mistakes;
Second chances,
both given and received;
Secrets kept between us,
Two people who are sisters in everything but blood.
Nights spent on movie marathons,
Broadway plays, horror films, and chick flicks.
I am from childish tendencies,
Things like coloring and legos;
Boyish attitudes,
Desires to do things like hike and run free;
Adult advice,
Give on relationships and school.
I am from secret crushes kept silent inside;
Open love, admitted at just the right moment;
Moments spent alone, happy, calm.
I am from everything I have been through;
Every thought;
Every feeling;
Every smile;
Every tear.
I am from Life.
Feb 28, 2008
A Warm Place
Curl into pillows
Piled on the floor.
The late winter sun
Falls across your body,
Blanketing you in warmth.
The sun falls in the sky
As daydreams drift into a deeper sleep.
You begin to stir
As the blanket is pulled
From your body.
Awake,
To find the afternoon sun
Has fallen into pinks and purples
Painting a winter sky.
Piled on the floor.
The late winter sun
Falls across your body,
Blanketing you in warmth.
The sun falls in the sky
As daydreams drift into a deeper sleep.
You begin to stir
As the blanket is pulled
From your body.
Awake,
To find the afternoon sun
Has fallen into pinks and purples
Painting a winter sky.
Feb 20, 2008
She Flies
She Flies
By: Ashley Green
Fly.
Away from oppression,
Away from pain,
Away from the world.
She flies free,
High above the pain
A speck of silver
Glittering on the blue sky.
Her dress flows
To become a lake
Dancing around her
Making her the bird
Everyone wishes to be.
By: Ashley Green
Fly.
Away from oppression,
Away from pain,
Away from the world.
She flies free,
High above the pain
A speck of silver
Glittering on the blue sky.
Her dress flows
To become a lake
Dancing around her
Making her the bird
Everyone wishes to be.
Alone and Angry
Alone and Angry
By: Ashley Green
Glowing with hatred,
Rage sits alone
Red faced,
Torn clothes,
Everyone has run from him,
Fearing for their lives.
No friends.
No family.
He sits,
Hot tempered
Alone in the destroyed room
Looking for the next thing
To turn his anger on
By: Ashley Green
Glowing with hatred,
Rage sits alone
Red faced,
Torn clothes,
Everyone has run from him,
Fearing for their lives.
No friends.
No family.
He sits,
Hot tempered
Alone in the destroyed room
Looking for the next thing
To turn his anger on
Feb 7, 2008
Orion in December
Orion in December
By Ashley Green
Based on a Watercolor Painting
by Charles Burchfield
Stars look down
Through falling snow
Watching leafless trees
As they hide sleeping animals.
He watches as well,
His belt all that is easily seen.
His place as a hunter,
And his tragic story
Well known by the sleepers.
His story passed through generations.
He watches as a warrior
To keep their sleeping families safe
On any lonely winter night.

(Orion in December by Charles Burchfield)
By Ashley Green
Based on a Watercolor Painting
by Charles Burchfield
Stars look down
Through falling snow
Watching leafless trees
As they hide sleeping animals.
He watches as well,
His belt all that is easily seen.
His place as a hunter,
And his tragic story
Well known by the sleepers.
His story passed through generations.
He watches as a warrior
To keep their sleeping families safe
On any lonely winter night.

(Orion in December by Charles Burchfield)
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