Menlo 3
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Menlo 2
Menlo B&W
Even More
The stanza that follows is short but true... I love him even more, because of you.
Stopped
If we stopped, where would we go from here? Would we be complacent as we watched our lives be stripped down to normalcy? Would we scream inside ourselves as the cravings for more consumed us? Or would we cower... fearful of being led back to where we were always meant to go.
Someday
Someday I won't be here and I'll exist only in your memory. You'll be here, surviving, picking up the pieces of everything I left behind. You'll remain stoic, with your head held high, as you remind yourself to stay strong. You'll be sad as grief dehisces your delicate wounds each time they begin to close. But eventually you'll move on, and that'll be okay... Knowing we'll meet again in the end someday.
Menlo
Hibiscus
Nail in a Coffin
They say ending a chapter is like putting a nail in a coffin. It's done, final, over. But what if the wood splinters and cracks in the process? The once definite and absolute finale now stands in disrepair. There's fragments hanging, pieces missing, and it's unsuitable to be laid to rest in peace. However, there's still a choice to be made... Do you try to fix all that has been broken and bury it at ease? Or do you just let the whole thing go down without a second glance?
Exhausted
If I'm being honest with myself, I'm tired. I'm tired of splitting up fights between the thoughts in my mind, and the redundancy of my habits that are anything but fine. I'm tired of living for the days I think are worth waiting, just to see them come and go as fast as I'm fading. I'm tired of the facade that I'm feeling okay, when inside my strength has begun to decay. I'm tired of the cycling through the lies in my head, and the words I have spoken that I wish were never said. But now I've lied once more and said that I'm just tired... When exhausted was the word I should've used when this started.
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