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The more I fade the more I cave the more I crave.
The heart I feel doesn’t feel like mine.
The pieces are tainted by human remains.
The soul a grey cloud of ectoplasmic stains.
The more I fade the less I feel. The less I feel the less I care and in God’s hands to yours. The more I fade the more I turn into a black hole that sucks all of you in. To feed the child, the child of God or to deprive him of all love. This is the war you started.
Ashes Thorn
Death is walking through life alone
No place feels like home
No reason to be, to care or to see
Living just for me
Is the worst agony
Living just for me
A vampire dead to everyone including to me
A Lover's Guilt
Her eyes were the color of honey, she glanced at me with such sweetness.
I to shy to show her myself for the I has been through such discourse.
The blush of her cheeks - her lips a sultry wetness.
Has filled my emptiness.
But like a war that I have endured,
and times that I wish I could go back and change.
If she knew the real me, would she still be in awe of me?
Far too young was I to learn my fate.
A lonely wanderer doomed to repeat a past life mistake.
Forced to see from within, as though someone reached into my being just to unwind
my mind.
Enriched to find that my yesterday would be tomorrow’s day. And each day passing by
the same sequence as though trapped in a lullaby.
My dear sweetness how you do sing to me. Like the flowers blossoming in Spring.
My ballerina spinning among the grass. Like a daydream I find myself in a trance.
Is she real? Could this really be? Is this real? Has she come back to me?
I’ve been through war, the war in my mind. I’ve been defeated by all that I did find.
I’ve been consumed by each soul that crossed my path. For me the vision of her was
just that and a love I lost in the past. For nothing good does come to me, Could this
really be?
Ashly Thorn
01/01/2023
The Angel by Ash Thorn by Thornashly
Vampire Notes pg 2 by Ashly Thorn
My lover where has thou been all these years? Hiding away the pain and the tears? Has life not treated you well? Have you no love to call home?
My lover did I not touch the sky to come back to you from previous lives? Did I not convince the Heavens of my love for you? For the chance to prove to you the only love I have is for you?
My lover …
My lover …
Vampire Notes - Ashly Thorn
It was all a dream…
The centuries past before me as if time did not exist. Her shadow a vacant memory so close yet so far away.
Withering as the old oak tree who has seen life one too many times. Feeling the birth of decay repeatedly. As if only all a waste of time. A soul as weak as mine falling victim to my own crime.
A memory engraved into the fabric of my being. A love whose love was not strong enough to overcome the changing seasons. I find myself the lone wolf once more, without a pack to love to adore.
And as time has passed me by with no love nearby, my veins run flat as though poisoned with a toxic dose of reality. As tears pour down my face my entire life a disgrace. No hero here today. I watched my love slip away…
I watched sinking in the sand, her falling into other people’s hands. I watched with no words to say. Love me! Love me! Who could possibly love me? Did I even love myself? It would take centuries for a Vampire like me to actually find the meaning in the word Love.
And centuries did I wait, just to realize I am too late. A nothing I will always be to the woman I love. A nothing is me. A nobody. Does not even exist. I don’t even exist not even in memory.
It's the glare from the reflection
Making patterns in your eye
It's the looking back in anger
For every second slipping by
Undertow has come to take me
Guarded by the blazing sun
Look at everything around us, well
Look at everything we've done
Please, anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here, please
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here, please
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here please,
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
There's a tiny little window
Swarms of locusts fill the sky
Maybe I'd just disappear
If I can't keep my head above the tide
Please, anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here, please
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here, please
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
I'm drowning here please,
Anyone?
I don't think I can
Save myself
Let Go by Ash Thorn
What does anything matter if you’re always alone? I feel my heart beat in different time zones.
I cry alone when no one is there, my life a constant despair.
The only comfort I have are the dreams in my head the thoughts as I lay in bed.
Sometimes fire sometimes rain.
Sin as single as a life well lived,
I breathe the fire from my chest to my head.
This war I have with human kind
Not a kind I have yet to find.
And love a battle from within.
Because I love you
I’ve had to let you go
Because I struggle
With these choices I have no control
Because my desires are of good intentions
Trampled by demonic possessions
Because I love you
I had to let you go
Perhaps we’ll meet again as souls...
“In a bilingual Sumero-Akkadian him, the Goddess describes herself as ‘heavy breasts in Dadumu’ and ‘a beard in Babylon’— both refrences to the two genders that Ištar could be worshipped in—but she declares ‘yet I am still Nanaya’ […she] is often invoked in love-incantations […] where she is called Na-na-a belet kuzbu, ‘Nanaya, Lady of sexual attractiveness’.”
— A Dictionary of Ancient Near Eastern Mythology by Gwendolyn Leick
Happy Pride Month Everyone 🏳️🌈
Poet of the Day - Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
“The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Meaning
Inscribed on the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor, this sonnet may have the greatest placement of any English poem. It also has one of the greatest placements in history. Lazarus compares the Statue of Liberty to the Colossus of Rhodes, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Like the Statue of Liberty, the Colossus of Rhodes was an enormous god-like statue positioned in a harbor. Although the Colossus of Rhodes no longer stands, it symbolizes the ancient Greek world and the greatness of the ancient Greek and Roman civilization, which was lost for a thousand years to the West, and only fully recovered again during the Renaissance. “The New Colossus” succinctly crystallizes the connection between the ancient world and America, a modern nation. It’s a connection that can be seen in the White House and other state and judicial buildings across America that architecturally mirror ancient Greek and Roman buildings; and in the American political system that mirrors Athenian Democracy and Roman Republicanism.
In the midst of this vast comparison of the ancient and the American, Lazarus still manages to clearly render America’s distinct character. It is the can-do spirit of taking those persecuted and poor from around the world and giving them a new opportunity and hope for the future, what she calls “the golden door.” It is a uniquely scrappy and compassionate quality that sets Americans apart from the ancients. The relevance of this poem stretches all the way back to the pilgrims fleeing religious persecution in Europe to the controversies surrounding modern immigrants from Mexico and the Middle East. While circumstances today have changed drastically, there is no denying that this open door was part of what made America great once upon a time. It’s the perfect depiction of this quintessential Americanness that makes “The New Colossus” also outstanding.
source
http://classicalpoets.org/10-greatest-poems-ever-written/
Welcome by Ash Thorn
I knew her once before my love to whom I adore. Like a memory that has gone but has not faded away.
My memory of her has always stayed. And she is perfection in the eyes of the Lord. She is perfection in the eyes of everyone.
I will not put away these thoughts of mine for they have been building up for some time and If only she knew how true I am, perhaps she’d understand these feelings.
I have kept to calm like the sea in storm. I have shied away from her form. I have given her space to learn to grow to see. That no contemplation could every separate her from me. And I have loved her in my every move, I have only wanted her for all the world to see.
The power of love the Chalice of Christ, and in her Holy Ghost I feel most alive.
The dreams of Angels she has shown to me, I have seen her wings and I do believe.
But do not be dismayed my love for I have not given up on us. I have only stepped aside so you may decide.
I have not shown you my complete love; because I wanted for you to feel first before you opened up.
Before I opened up, yet here I am at your mercy, spilling my soul unto you.
For the real me stays quietly away in silence to understand more of you.
The real me a shy nerd who reads Byron and listens to Bach.
The real me who has worn an armor made of steel not letting anyone in.
My love I let you in.
Ash Thorn. 2018
Be but my love for I may show you what Happiness can exist,
Be but my love for you I cannot resist.
Be but my love for my heart to you is one.
Be but my love for my soul to you has already entered Heaven.
Ash Thorn. 2018
Love’s Sweetest Bliss by Ash Thorn.
Her wings were the most magnificent I had ever seen, yet she could not see them.
I prayed to Heaven to open her eyes to the Beauty that lay inside her, so she may believe.
I have found no beauty quite as beautiful as hers and yet she doubts her own being.
I say with the knowledge of the stars and the wisdom of the ages that she is by far the most beautiful.
That I may lay my head upon her breast and seize to know the world exists for just a moment of her time. Just her and I.
And as Angels whisper into my ear “She is quite the one…” I gasp at her beauty each time.
I see no other but her in my mind. Have I fallen grave to my own possessions that she has become my obsession? Do I even know where to end where I began, to count the days that in my heart she has stayed?
The spell has been cast upon my soul and I try to run but find there is no place for me to go, and I try to hide and I try to lie to myself that I am on my own. Fidgets and faeries have stolen my thoughts and trapped me in some mystical place where I get so lost. Where I can only see the beauty of her and the love of me. Such a place is such bliss yet such misery. For I yearn for her touch and I yearn for her lips upon my lips. That I may feel this bliss.
Ash Thorn. 2018
Love by Ash Thorn
Whatever love there was or is or has been or never was. I am not too sure.
For the heart wants a connection and wilts to egos vanity; yet the mind wants to disconnect.
Pain will cause the most loving to fall to their feet in reaction to their defeat.
I have been defeated by this thing called love. Love…
But wisdom reigns where hearts once loved in vain and dreams remain of the Angels that came.
I have never given up on the one true love, my heart where ever it’s desire has remained.
In some other world in some other dream. I have never given up on love.
Love. By Ash Thorn. 2018
