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2012

I know it’s really mean of me
But these days the only time I talk to god is to ask him if you can just get hit by a bus and die so I can raise our daughter alone and collect your life insurance
I realise this makes me a bad everything in your eyes
But I think that I can live with that fact far better than I can live with you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

eye on the ball DIVORCE! eye on the ball!

metaphorical murder is almost as bad as real murder

eye on the ball

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I didnt comment on this for a

I didnt comment on this for a loooooong time, even though I felt I really wanted to.
there are things I will leave alone, so I will talk about the poem detached and removed...
this is a very arty piece, it has a strong presence. It's those one in a million where everything just fits. it has Religion, blasphemy, torment and heart and can really fill the emotional page well. Eyes on the prize... Now, Im going to say something you already know and the root of this poem... You will never be rid of this. he will always be the father of your child a partnership for eternity. This is one connection you can never lose. It is factual and grounded. I hope it all cools down, I hope it all moves into a frame of acceptance on both sides for that one jewel that has no wieghting on either side to make any less equal. this is the hardest thing to take. and for twenty years is why I was never the one to make the break that couldnt be made no matter what I thought. Powerful write. more than than the flippancy of this work allows... Tight HugSS.


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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lol my response to your

lol my response to your response could almost be a poem too :)


Much Love

Ashley

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Smoothie never hold yourself back my love

:) thanks smoothie

again I will say, poetry is a free space to vent and get it out. you have to put those thoughts somewhere, if you do not they stay inside your head and you think them. and if they stay there long enough and are thought long enough even worse still is you believe them. and that is something I cannot risk ever believing because if I do what happens to the perfect little girl stuck in the middle? He can let all his anger and pain and rage stay inside, and he can keep trying to drown it with booze, and random meaningless sex, and emptiness. and he will keep hurting her when he means to hurt me, but I WILL NOT do the same. I will do whatever it takes to deal with him in a peaceful, loving manner, that does no harm my child. and if that mans poems about his big bloody gross intestines flying every where death from time to time so be it. an evil hurtful poem from time to time is better then me actually wishing with all my heart, day in and day out that he was gone. I would rather purge those feelings than interact with him like they are truth. and he can hate me all he wants, its just more ink for my pen :)

HUGS
you are the best


Much Love

Ashley

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You are Beautiful,

and keep her safe, I just mean that this sense of being a part of her life is ligit even if he is not. I mean it wont end until, well ;) It is/was hard to be with a stubborn intelligent woman who outshines him in every way. The trophy too hard to maintain, his correction an insult too harsh to bear. thus he folded and crumbled as many robbed of their right to feign manhood do, and try as they might all the cliches, to find their balls again, they hardly ever do. too busy looking for someone else to blame and ways to avoid the truth. :) HUGSS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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oh smoothie my dear...

I had no idea you KNEW my ex! lol oh man sometimes I am just evil, thank God he never comes on this site. I need somewhere to hate him without it hurting him.


Much Love

Ashley

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I know evil honey,

It doesnt live in you. ;)
it tries to get in but intentions with integrity blocks it's way.
vent all you like! its certainly not like I dont! LOL! you dont hate him by the way. its pity. only being forced to interact with pityful ignites such rage! breathe you are clean beause it doesnt stay in to own you! :)


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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:)

oh smoothie I love you! seriously the friendships I have on here are just beautiful!


Much Love

Ashley

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I just love..

The titles to your poems.
^_^
Sucks the reader right in.
Than the way you incorporate it in without actually saying it,
but finding another way to fit it to where you still get it.
WOW half asleep sorry.
To sum.it.up.

FuCkInG rOcKeD!-.^


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

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:) equaly half assleep! high

:) equaly half assleep! high five!

and thank you. I use to hate my writing, then I came to appreceate it in ways, and one of the few th8ings I liked when I learned to appreceate it was my titles, how sometimes they are as much a part of the poem as the body is. It's one of my strengths if you were to ask me, possibloy my only one lol

spelling and typos are one of my BIGEST WEAKNESSES lol


Much Love

Ashley

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Perspective ;-)

Perspective ;-)

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:) P E R S P E C T I V E !

:) P E R S P E C T I V E ! lol

<3


Much Love

Ashley