Personal Poetry Collection
My poetry collection:
Short Lifetime
My youthful lifetime exotic companion.
next to over.
Remember running
Grueling grief
Forever promise evaporating
Going,
Gone,
Eventually your replaced.
Dog
That’s all you were.
But I Work so Hard
What am I doing wrong?
I give them my all
Put in my delicate time
I work so hard
I give them my all
They take me for granted
Am I not good enough?
What am I doing wrong?
I put in my delicate time
Day and night in the studio
At home practicing in my bedroom
Am I not good enough?
I work so hard
They don’t see my love for this sport
They treat me like just another body
They take me for granted.
Another body
One for them to judge
One for them to benefit from
What am I doing wrong?
I Won’t Apologize
I’m sorry but,
You can’t control me.
It’s my life not yours.
Why do you treat me like I–
I’m the one that
Did something wrong.
It is you that did something wrong.
I know I did not.
So why do you treat me like I did.
You dictate who I spend my time with.
I have so little of it.
I can do what I want with
My
Precious time.
Not yours.
I’m sorry but
I will do what is best for me
Not you.
My Loves
These two people give me gratitude
Soulmates, that’s what they are
One of which I met at the ballet barre
The other of a different magnitude
They bring me solitude
If I could, I would give them a star
I hate when they are so close, but feel so far
They have a perfect attitude
They’re who I want to spend my time with
Day and night
They are the only ones who treat me right
Their own souls so divine
Platonic and romantic soulmates are not a myth
Life, they are meant to be in mine
Family
Forever type of bond
Aren’t always blood
Mean the most to me
Individuality differentiates you
Love that is so obtuse
You are, what I’m thankful for.
When I Leave
When I’m gone, always know
That I traveled the world;
Found the place I was meant to be.
Kind to those around who swirled.
Those who kindled made me weak;
Nor am I weak, I have beat.
Smile outward stomping on ones antiques.
Taken over by winters, blessed with a suns heat.
Swallowed in triumph, shed it away like snakes;
Soul connection to my place I tag as home.
She is proud of memories that were given;
Her sights and sounds; along many mistakes.
Friends spread out across, further than Macomb.
With all she had, produced a vision.
Wasted Time
We would bake
We would dance
We would laugh
Then we would argue
We would cry we would bicker
Then you were gone
We wasted our time
I miss when we would laugh
I even miss when we would cry
We spent time hating each other
We should have been spending our time in love
Because now our time is up
Your clock ran out
I regret the way we did things
I wish time was reversible
Our good times spent well
But the bad, they’re wasted time
Empty memories
That could have been filled
“I miss you”
I say,
Placing a flower on your new home.
Thoughts
One thought
Turns into many
watching others laugh
I want to laugh
Why can’t I join?
Do they hate me
Think I’m weird
Thoughts that’s all they are
But why\,
God why is it killing me
My insides are shredding
Hoping that I’m loved
Even though I know
God I know that I am
These thoughts
Overpower the truth
Why can’t I understand
That I’m not a burden
I’m loved, why
Just why?
My Home
I’m not ready to say goodbye
Gave it all my time
Since I could walk
I danced
Dance,
Its more than a sport
Or even an art form
It’s a home
The people there
I spend all my time with
They hold me
No matter what
Dancing itself
It feels like home.
I don’t know how I’m going to live without it.
Once I am done
It will feel like nothings left.
Dance is my life I’m about to leave behind.
My Love
Hold my hand
Please my love
Keep me warm
You’re my right hand
My love
You calm all storms
My smile doesn’t stop in your presence
Just looking at you
Everything lights up
With joy
Happiness
And love
Hold my hand forever
Please my love
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Ryenne Ashworth is a senior for the 2022-23 school year. This is her first year writing for the newspaper, but she has been writing for fun for years!...