Saturday, April 25, 2009

When You Need Me

The days pass by
and you think nothing is changing.
But while you're thinking,
the whole world is rearranging.
Take a look,
the world hasn't turned its back.
But your heart keeps stopping,
and the world keeps turning.
Your dreams have shattered,
but you keep learning.
Hold your chin up,
you know I'll stand by you.
Holding on isn't easy
when you're hanging on the edge.
I'll be here when you're ready,
don't fall off of the ledge.
I can lift you up
anytime you want me to.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

What's Wrong With Me

I'm hearing voices in my sleep,
waiting for some answers
when all I hear are questions.
I'm feeling like I'm headed
for a breakdown.
How did I lose my mind?

When did I begin
correcting myself in public?
I'm tired of looking away,
dodging glances in the street
for no reason.
Who were they,
and who did I used to be?

I hear them whisper my name,
and it makes me think
that there must be something
wrong with me.
I've spent so many hours thinking
that somehow I've lost my mind.
Where did my life go?

No one knows what it's like
to be on the edge of breaking down.
Can anyone pull me back
after I've started to jump?
I've been out of the shadows so long,
I can't remember who I was.
How can I find my way?

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

In the End

Four minutes ago,
I'll never see you again.
The clock keeps ticking,
this could be the end.
How long will it be
before we disappear?

There's a world I see inside you,
it's waiting to come to life.
You've always been a dreamer,
but reality was in your eyes.
Clear away the cobwebs,
do you see me for who I am?

We only have a minute,
I won't take somebody's place.
Turn around for a moment,
can you recognize my face?
Don't you think we've waited
long enough to know?

There's no time left for us,
the clock has run out.
There's no more time left
to wonder or doubt.
Will you be there for me
in the end?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

New Story

Ok, so here's the deal: I wrote this new story, and it's pretty long and hopefully pretty good. But, it's a little like PG-13, if you get what I'm saying. And I didn't think everyone would be too happy with me if I posted it. But If you really want to read it I'll put it up on my personal blog, Story of Ashey; which you can find at: I rated it PG-13 for explisite language, drug refrences, and some adult themes. Ha, sorry I found that kind of funny. But any way, yah, it'll be there.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


A piece fell into our wagon
I didn't move
Not strong enough
Many violent men
An old man
Hand held to his heart
A blow to his chest?
A hidden piece of bread
With lightning speed
He brings it to his mouth
Eyes light up
A smile illuminates the ashen face
But only for a moment
A shadow is throw over him
He cries out, stunned
"Don't you recognize me?
Your killing your father"
Only sixteen...
He collapsed
A small piece of crust
Clutched in his fist
He tries to raise it to his mouth
But the shadow is once again thrown over him
Searched by his son
The crust is taken
The son startes to devour it
Shadows are thrown over him
Two bodies now
Lying dead upon the floor
Only sixteen...