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When I see your smiling face It warms my heart When I feel your soft touch It makes me feel as though I can fly The simple thought of you Makes my tummy dance with butterflies You are the sugar to my tea The creamer to my coffee The inspiration to my art The calm to my storm The sun to my sky The stars to my night And the place I call home There is not a single doubt of how I feel No over thinking, just being I wish there was another way To say those words, "I love you" Adore you Cherish you Admire you In my eyes, you are simply perfect In your eyes, I finally see me Who I am, who I can become And the person I want to b

A friendship blossoms With things from the past Reliving old experiences And creating new ones that will last Secrets are shared Stories are told Time passes on by as though it should As things begin to gradually unfold You stirs up the memories Dusting off the cobwebs of everything Off all that was held so dear Please let this last Let this place be my new home Say that you'll always stay near Written by Ashley Lynn© July 31st 2012

I told you that I never Stopped loving you I told you that I'd always Be there for you I took a chance With warm smiles Shared secrets And an open heart I don't regret one second You told me you love me You told me you'll be there I'm at a slow fall Steep, but fearless If I'm asleep, just let me be Please don't wake me If it's all in my head Just allow my daydream Please don't shake me It's all so surreal Passing the time with Laughter and nostalgia Embracing the memories Holding on to who we really are Finding each other in one another In a time that is needed A time that will be cherished My heart mutters little se

When I was hurt You held me close When I cried my tears You listened with an open heart I let myself fall Before I even realized I let you in without question When things are bad I think of you for an escape A smile visits my face A twinkle sets in my eye A flutter touches my tummy You are my sanctuary My home and a place I long to be Here we go again More than just friends I'm glad it's happening This time with more wisdom I wouldn't change a thing For fear of this never occurring I've always remembered Our happy accident On that day in high school On the way to class As friends once again Before we went our separate

My head, it spins in the worst possible way; Trying to make sense of feelings that are kept at bay. My heart, it bleeds and aches While being replaced with a cold, hollow space. Nothing is what it is, Yet everything is as it "should" be. Written by Ashley Lynn© June 20th 2012

You were the one   or so I thought 10 years of friendship Is what we were given   But as quickly as it came   It sadly went Reality finally set in   And everything was bent Twisted, rugged and sharp Like metal from a car crash That became our world When the bell rang for finish Standing there at a pass As though we were blind and deaf We kept fighting, pushing forward Only we were fighting each other And going nowhere Except further down   The darkest rabbit hole Further away from one another 10 years of friendship Is what we had And as quickly as it came It do go, in shattered pieces With a final ba

Are you out there   Listening to my prayers Are you out there Can you feel my love being declared I need you like a rose needs a lover I need you like a story needs a teller Are you anywhere near Found somewhere outside of my dreams Somewhere close and tangible I need you Someone who sees me for me   and loves me as I am Please be here for me Live for me outside of my dreams Be the lover to my rose The teller to my story Be real, my nightingale My knight in shimmering armor Combine dream and reality Written by Ashley Lynn© June 19th 2012

Sitting in a place called the Rogue Building, intensely listening to the wonderful and talented Miss Ursula K. Le Guin read to the eager crowd her latest published poetry. they were written about a place called Steen's Mountain Country resting in part of the beautiful and unique state of Oregon. She writes of such amazing images, paints pictures with her words using language as though it was music notes dancing about the crowd like an unheard classical tale. She takes what most see as mundane and turns it into a place, a wondrous dream, that you wish you could have been apart of. She talks of cattle farming, rattlesnakes

Sitting at a computer The size of a small giant Looking at it Gazing, as though you've Reunited with your long lost friend Pulling from a drawer Filled with other forgotten and rusted items That have become the creation of dust bunnies homes A small black plastic square Taking a few moments To gaze upon it, stirring memories You notice the small metal tab Just along the bottom half There to help protect the soft floppy inside Like a skin, this hard plastic shell Keeps all things tucked away inside Safe and preserved Only a handful of computers are left That hold the key to reading in The rectangular slot This wondrous

He paces when he talks, Soft steps across the floor. I'm guessing This is much how his mind works- Back and forth- Putting pieces together Picking some up where he left off. He carries a humorous tone. Happened upon a happy accident, Now he travels from place to place Feeding his … inspiration. He's a poet, He's a translator, Not a "stone scholarly translator" But one who does as he reads. Wise and cultured We could learn a lot from him. Speaking English, Spanish Italian - the macaroni kind - He can read in French and Portuguese Speaks fifty words or so in Irish. His heart lies in Ireland, But is being stolen by Ind