AO Poetry

Mission Door

How many hands have held this handle? TX 9/21

October 3, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Architecture, Doors, Photography, Texas Leave a comment

Floored

Go ahead... 

Try to gain my attention through your sociopath facade... 

Because your knowledge of my favorite foods and movies... 

Leaves me speechless in awe. 

(Sarcasm)

Okay I'll be honest...

I'm actually left quite floored... 

That such a knowledgeable narcissist like you...

Thinks I still give a fuck anymore.

October 3, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Narcissist, Poetry 3 Comments

5000ft

October 2, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Clouds, Photography, Sky, Travel 6 Comments

Disassociated

Empty eyes
staring blankly. 
 
Focused only on 
the disregarded 
imperfections 
on a painted 
plaster wall.

September 30, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: depression, Disassociated, Empty, I need to fix that, Poetry, Spaced, Walls 9 Comments

Hibiscus

September 29, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Floral, Flowers, Hibiscus, Photography, Texas 4 Comments

Austin, TX

September 24, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Austin, City, Kayaking, Photography, Texas, Traveling 3 Comments

Mission Walls

Taken by me at Mission Concepción, Texas. 9/21.

September 22, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Architecture, Mission, Photography, Texas 5 Comments

Obsolete

My thoughts are stagnant 
and my words obsolete.  

My expressions are ignored  
and my strengths muted. 

My feelings are degraded 
and my emotions gaslighted. 
 
And my worth... 

Completely meaningless to you. 


But as soon as that whiskey 
sits in your hand... 

And you take a couple swigs... 

It's interesting how fast 
my worthlessness to you 
can never be recalled.