Ash Ochoa Poetry

Frost 2

December 26, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Frost, Leaves, Nature, Photography, Texture 5 Comments

Frost 1

December 25, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Frost, Leaves, Nature, Photography, Texture 1 Comment

Sultry

Her eyes appear 
sultry and smooth 
as they gaze, 
with those green-
gray irises lost 
in a daze. 

Black-winged and 
smokey-eyed they stare 
back in eloquence, 
masking her insecurities 
with a falsified confidence.

December 24, 2022October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Confidence, Eyes, Hiding, Mildly Fucked, Poetry, Thank the makeup 6 Comments

Delicate

December 23, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Flowers, Photography 4 Comments

Nameless

In the darkness 
we are all the same... 

Nameless, 
faceless, 
and meaningless 
to everyone 
but ourselves.

December 22, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Anonymous, Darkness, Meaningless, Nameless, Poetry, Us 16 Comments

Winter Road

December 21, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Nature, Photography, Road, snow, Winter 2 Comments

Viridian

I never settled on gray... 

I settled on viridian. 

I settled on a 
romanticized intensity 
seeped in tender 
sophistication, 
in hopes to cloak 
the darkness and 
cravings for desolation...

December 19, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Craving, Darkness, Envy, Gray, Me, Mildly Fucked, Poetry, Viridian 16 Comments

Sconce

December 17, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Architecture, Black and white, Milwaukee, Photography 6 Comments

First Snow

December 16, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Photography, Seasons, snow, Tree 14 Comments

Temporary

If I'm not fought for, 
then I know I'm just a moment.  

A moment in your life 
when you needed someone 
and I was there.   

A phase...  

A chapter...  

A temporary filler 
for whatever hole 
you couldn't manage 
to fill yourself.  

Used, released, and left to question 
everything I must have done wrong.

December 14, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Friends, Me, Past, People, Phases, Poetry, Used 17 Comments