Ash Ochoa Poetry

Regret

Regret hangs like 
a cloud above me. 

It overtakes me 
with nausea as it  
opens up to expel 
sour and sickening 
drops of doom 
into my pores. 

It racks my body 
with waves of heat, 
forceful and deafening, 
as it clings 
and holds 
and follows... 

Only parting from me 
the moment 
I'm brave enough 
to face it.

September 6, 2023September 6, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fucked, Me, Meh, Regrets 7 Comments

Chicago Alley 2

September 3, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Chicago, Photography, Streets 3 Comments

Chicago Alley

September 2, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Chicago, Photography, Streets 11 Comments

Vacant

August 31, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Chicago, Graffiti, Photography, Streets 4 Comments

Chicago Streets B&W

August 30, 2023August 30, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Chicago, Graffiti, Photography, Streets 6 Comments

Fire

When he touched her, 
her veins became fire... 

And everything else 
simply melted away. 

In that moment, 
there was only desire... 

And her mind begging 
for his hands to stay.