I hate school. I hate lying. I hate just about everything I have going for me. This is a more personal write. - 06 February 2006


Hey the smiling faces


Placing their lively embrace;


But rusted in with captivity


So prevailing to be.


I never tell them why,


If things were greatly cleaner –


I wish to any lord


Ease this only pain of mine.


Said you’ve got to do better than that,


A one ballad soul to beat the bad.


The soul sore and raw,


I’m tumbling down for no vanity.


I’ll only be the picture –


Thus my life’s second-hand;


And he’s mused in his own land


Of anything; disagreement.


I keep on trying,


At last I’m leaving.


Firm with my lines –


Happy mask most of the time.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-02-06 at 20:57

Tags Captivity  Vanity  Deep 

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I have days. And on those days I share those sentiments.
It's good to see you again.
And great to be reading your writes again :_)