February 2023 – AO Poetry

Goodbyes

The unwanted goodbyes 
leave only emptiness. 

They leave plans half-full, 
memories half-empty, 
and force us into a bitter, 
half-assed form of acceptance. 

They leave us feeling numb 
and stagnant in our sorrow... 

As we realize what could have existed, 
but never will.

February 28, 2023October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Goodbyes, love, Memories, Not ready, Numb, Poetry, Unwanted 9 Comments

Cloth

February 27, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Cloth, Colors, fabric, Pattern, Photography, Texture 7 Comments

Inevitable

The feelings are inevitable   
coming quickly and without cause, 
destroying my self-worth 
while focusing on my flaws. 

The emptiness remains as 
they sabotage and consume, 
disintegrating my happiness 
so my despair can be exhumed.

February 26, 2023October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: #Mildamountsofdepression, fucked, Meh, Mental Health, Poetry

Glasses

Those rose-colored glasses 
had changed to blue,  

So previous perceptions 
no longer came through. 

Each pink-tinted lens had 
been graciously replaced, 

Providing me the clarity 
that revealed my mistakes.

February 25, 2023October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Clarity, Memories, Mistakes, Perceptions, Poetry, Rose-Colored Glasses 4 Comments

Blinds

February 24, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Blinds, Photography, Reflections 2 Comments

Collided

We didn't touch, 
we collided, 
with an impact 
violent and fierce. 

Without hesitation, 
our bodies melded 
and merged 
into one. 

Leaving us both 
unable to separate 
and unwilling to try.

February 23, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Collided, Fierce, Melded, No Seatbelt, Poetry 20 Comments

Worn

February 21, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Leather, Photography, Texture 9 Comments

Helpless/Hopeless

Helpless, 
she lays awake 
in the dangers 
of darkness with 
a lonely mind 
trying to rebel. 

Hopeless, 
she forces sleep 
upon herself to 
prevent the outcome 
that she knows 
all too well.

February 18, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Bed, Forced, fuck, Lay vs. lie, Me, Melatonin vs. depression, Poetry, Sleep, Who will win? 12 Comments

Envy


Green irises 
remain fixated 
in a state of 
obscene envy. 
 
Glassy 
and glaring, 
they stare 
motionless 
and resentful. 

Absorbing the 
coveted details 
they'll never see 
when they look 
at themselves.