fuck – Page 2 – AO Poetry

Easier with Ink

I want to
put it on paper
and write it
all out,

Because nothing
sounds right
when it comes
from my mouth.

May 8, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Blah, Emotional, fuck, Poetry, Trying 34 Comments

Breathless

I just can’t
understand when
people tell
me to rest...

How can I
stop my mind
from running
til it’s out of breath?

April 19, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Cant stop, fuck, Poetry, Thinking 23 Comments

Unraveling

The threads
around me are
slowly unraveling,

But this fabric
seems to be not worth
salvaging…

April 18, 2020October 11, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Chaos, fuck, Please stop, Poetry, Unraveling 26 Comments

Lead Balloon

You filled me up
like a lead balloon,
but I couldn’t float
when I was full of you.

I would rise up
but then I’d fall,
because to you
I was nothing at all.

April 13, 2020October 15, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Flying, fuck, Here I go, Me, Poetry, Yes 6 Comments

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Blowing out the candles
and making a wish…

I want year twenty seven
to beat twenty six.

April 7, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, Just want to dance, Plague Birthday, Poetry 16 Comments

Narcissist…
I see you,
and your frail ego.

Fishing for compliments,
and screaming for attention.

Showing your incompetence,
and increasing the tension.

Today marks the day
I caught you
in all of your lies.

So now I’ll
have to choose
to stay or say goodbye.

March 25, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Caught, fuck, Liar, Narcissist, Peotry, You 13 Comments

Accomplice

I was
just an
accomplice
to your
misery.

I was
unknowingly
the Bonnie
to your
Clyde.

March 13, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Accomplice, Bonnie and Clyde, fuck, Misery, Poetry 5 Comments

You Saw Me

You ran your
fingers over my past.
and felt the frayed
edges of my heart.

Your eyes lingered
over my flaws
and you still were
able to see underneath.

And you saw me.

You saw more
than the girl
hiding behind humor
and sarcasm.

You acknowledged
and accepted me
for everything I
was trying to hide.

And you loved me.

And I loved you.

March 8, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: acceptance, Flaws, fuck, Hidden, love, Past, Poetry, You 10 Comments

Sunset Beach

Right now…

I want to be sitting there with you again…
On the patio with our white rockers.
Watching the constellations travel above us.
Under the most pristine night sky.
Completely unmarred by light pollution.

I want to be gazing there with you again…
The moon sitting high off the horizon.
Spread out like a vast canvas.
Painted midnight blue.
Perfectly studded with stars.

I want to be chatting there with you again…
Waves crashing into the shore.
Loud and abrupt like thunder.
Soft beams from the lighthouses spinning.
Dancing along the eastern coast.

Right now…
All I want is to be in Sunset Beach again.
With you.

February 25, 2020February 25, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, I Miss You, Night, North Carolina, Poetry, Sunset Beach 7 Comments

I’m Sorry

There's so many things
that I wish I could say.
But I know they'll come out
all wrong anyway.

February 12, 2020March 23, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Apology, fuck, Poetry 16 Comments

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