Walk In Love
A step into the woods
Little did I know that I would
Walk on this path of love
That would bring joy and hurt
Deep into the woods
I knew that I could
Dance on this path of love
That could bring sorrow and laughs
My hand you took
My breath you drew
My soul you stole
Happy that I took a walk in the woods
Miserable that my heart was lost
This is not
the love I looked
This is not
a walk I sought
I looked only
for a walk in the woods
A walk in love
A walk that I never dared to take
If only
We could walk in love
Not fall in love
Be careful,
We do not walk in love
We Fall In Love
~ Ashley
A park in Melbourne – March 2011 – by Ashley
Believer
They were high above the sky
Shining down oh so bright
Dreams, they were
Dreams, her world
She could fly
Up high in the sky
Rainbows were the tides
The cloud was her ride
She flew so high
Touching the dreams all right
Dreams, she reached
Dreams, were gone
They all came tumbling down
On the beautiful ivory town
There she is
Sitting in the mud
Yet she dreams
For one day she must
Grasp the Dreams
And fly above the ivory town
With her beautiful ivory crown
~ Ashley
Hmm…… Don’t know what came upon me to write such a crappy stuff. Hahahaha…… Still wanted to write it down, hoping that I could improve. Been a while since I last written a poem.
More or less resembling what I’ve been going through. I am a hopeless believer of miracles. I found that I tell myself “tomorrow will be better” very often. In fact, I always think “things will be better tomorrow”. Wounded over and over again but I could never learn. Perhaps, I’m not a quitter by nature.
Great Ocean Road, Melbourne. Taken from my first ever heli ride. Miss the place so much.
习惯
你知道吗？习惯，是很可怕的。
当你习惯天天听见某个人的声音，只要一天没听见，你会觉得很不惯。
当某个人天天陪你吃饭，只要一天不在，你会觉得浑身不自在。
当他天天都给你电话，你每天一定会习惯性的等在电话旁。
当你天天都收到他问候的简讯，只要一天简讯中断，你会习惯性的问他“发生什么事了吗”。
当你习惯了某个人的存在，他的消失，等于打乱了你的习惯。
他的存在，你的习惯便存在。
他的消失，你的习惯也没理由存在了。
习惯，就只剩下执著。
执著，放得下，就是解脱。
执著，放不下，就是束缚。
他是我的习惯。
也是我的执著。
更是我的束缚。
祈祷，别来打乱我的习惯。
我不想解脱。
我宁愿被束缚。
No Fame. No Name.
I seek no fame
But Fame comes knocking
What is your name
Fame is asking
I shall say no name
For name is nothing
A name for the fame
Or the fame for a name
I am not up for the game of fame
I wish only to share
To inspire
And be inspired
It is the inspirations I aim
Not the chase of fame and name
I seek no fame
~ Ashley
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I am lucky and honored to be awarded The Perfect Poet Award for week 39. Thank you for those who took the time to read and leave your brilliant comments. It is the encouragement that I truly need. You guys are brilliant too. I hereby accept the award and would like to nominate Kris (Fiveloaf) for the coming rally week.
Was awarded for my Tick Tock poem. :)
Tick Tock
Photo above belongs to Ashley @ Fish Avenue.
Tick Tock
I hear the clock
Ticking the seconds away
So loud
So clear
Tick Tock
I see the hand
Wiping every minute away
So strong
So determined
Tick Tock
It is merely a clock
Time? I see not
Time? I feel not
It is there, though
Ticking
Slipping
Tick Tock
Silent killer
Time is
Lurking around fearlessly
Bleed not, hurt not
But I am dying
We are all dying
For Time is
Taking away softly
Every second
Every minute
Of our life
Tick Tock
Listen!
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
It’s there!
~ Ashley
Inspired by Kesha and the silence in the office. I’m all alone and waiting for Andrew. Waiting is wasting, so they said. Therefore, making my brain works a ‘lil so that time doesn’t get wasted. :) Or perhaps it does get wasted, in a good way.
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I was nominated last week for The Celebrate Poet of Spring in 2011 Award, March 1, 2011, and was one of the many runner-up’s who are great and creative poets. The nominated poem was My Shallow Mind. I now honor it and would like to nominate Silvertongue for this week.
Poet To Be?
I was pretty surprised when I saw someone commented in one of the poem I wrote. It was a link, and I thought it was some kind of spam again. Out of curiosity, I clicked the link. I’m glad that I clicked it.
Someone was inviting me to join their Poets’ Rally Week.
Well, since I’m determined to pick up my poetry side, no harm to join the group. There are so much inspirations there and I could keep myself motivated.
I am just happy to know that someone out there found me to be inspiring enough. That gives me enough positive push to keep blogging and writing.
Ah…… What a wonderful news to start the week. :)
My Shallow Mind
Poor you
Not knowing the world outside
Having such shallow mind
And your creativity dies
The need to scout ideas
Has never crossed your mind
Nothing new
Nothing fresh
Nothing feels as much
Like a breath of fresh air
Shame on me
Having such shallow mind
Not having the open mind
I see only the shortest sight
Improvise I shall
Be brave I will
Shame on you
Digging only my shallow mind
Feeding on my thoughts alike
Seeing through my shortest sight
Improvise you shall not
Be brave you will not
Fortune favors the brave
I shall have that last praise
~ ~ Ashley
Star Bride
I gaze upon the sky
For stars that once had me mesmerized
None of them in sight
I wonder where they could possibly hide
I gaze upon the sky
For the moon that shines so bright
Lonely like the beautiful bride
I wonder where the groom is tonight
It is cold tonight
It is lonely tonight
I am missing you all night
Hold me tight
Kiss me right
For I am your lovely bride
~~ Ashley
The mood came, so I wrote…… Pretty crappy I think. Not sure why the stars and all that came to my mind all of a sudden. Hahaha. :) Glad that I’m picking it up, again.
DON’T QUIT (via A Day In The Life of a Daytrader)
Found this meaningful poem posted by a blogger in DailyPost WordPress. The author of the poem is unknown.
Do you love poems/poetry? I used to read and write poems, English and Chinese. I’d always go to the school library and look for poems. I used to carry this small note book with me most of the times and I would write whenever the inspirations came knocking. However, I stopped the habit when I was in college. I did try to scratch a few now and then, but they seem so amateur and unpolished. I felt sad when I was struggling so much to write just a 4-line poem. In fact, I still feel sad now. I couldn’t find the lost poetic side of me…… I’ve lost it along the way of growing up. I could never find that part of me again.
Don’t give up eh? Perhaps I have not tried hard enough.
I shall try again. :)
Glory In The Flower
I was watching Criminal Minds, an American TV series. It’s all about profiling of criminals, they call them “unsub”. Unsub in the series stands for “Unknown Subject of an Investigation”. It is interesting to see how they follow each and every clue, determining the characters or personalities of the criminals, and ultimately allowing them to read the criminal minds, think like them, act like them… In the end, catch the criminals. I wonder, do they really exist? Are they really able to read people’s mind, profiling each and every one of us?
Tonight, it was about a murderer who got profiled 4 years ago, went into a coma and woke up now. He has no memories of what he did, it was then a controversial decision arised. Can a man who has forgotten his past be forgiven and set free? Or shall he pay for what he did whether he remembers or not?
At the end of the episode, this poem had me by the heart. It reminds me of my loved ones, who left me for better world, hopefully.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight.
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
glory in the flower.
We will grieve not,
rather find strength in what remains behind.
~ by William Wordsworth ~
It is so wonderfully written!
Ashley
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