AO 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.