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Ash Ochoa Poetry
Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Color, Eyes, Iris, Photography, Portrait
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Z (C & BW)
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Her 2
Graffiti Park
Graffiti 7
Graffiti 6
Unwanted
You don't get to decide when you become unwanted by someone... That's not a choice you get to make. You're just left there alone outside a door swiftly slammed shut... That you'd once been able to take.
Returned
You gave me back the stars
that were doomed in my memory.
The constellations which had
left an acrid taste in mouth
now taste sweet.
The bitterness of their
sacred names swiftly dissipating
from my sullen tongue.
Snow in Spring
Snake
My anxiety is a snake slowly constricting the conflicted parts of my brain, increasing the tension on my subconscious worries and pains. It invites in my insecurities to intrusively choke me with doubts, but instead of expelling air it's belligerencies escaping from my mouth.
Droplets/Frost 2
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