Archive for April, 2017

Hope

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

you stand there

in the open door way

watching as the smiling faces pass through

No hesitation

Or fear

But you?

No

you stand there

Paralyzed by your own Fears

Your. IRRATIONAL. Fears.

Get over them!

The bond that once held you together has been slowly depleting for a while now.

But you refuse to accept it.

JUST ACCEPT IT!

The thought of not succeeding creeps into your mind.

The thought of being The First.

but not.

It overwhelms you.

One Shot.

that’s all you get.

You realize

What’s the point in even trying?

It will Always end the same.

With you

Spiraling down that dark, empty tunnel

All over again.

I waited……..

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM, Uncategorized

I waited for a call

a message

a letter

a sign

I waited for you for a long time

I waited and waited

until the guessing game got old

I waited until I could wait no more

Paint

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM, Uncategorized

sometimes I paint

my brush glides across the canvas

it leaves some beautiful smears of color

my mind focus on my worries

the outcome on my canvas

far from a master piece

to me, it is beautiful

the colors I choose

the picture I paint

all of the things that I worry about are all over the canvas

sometimes I paint

so I can breathe

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

Where is my heart?

The answer is….

I don’t know.

But I can tell you where it’s not.

My heart isn’t in it to win it.

My heart isn’t focused on greed.

My heart isn’t in medicine

Or law.

My heart isn’t where it should be.

But that’s only because where it should be..

Isn’t where it wants to be.

So what does one do when their mind is in the middle of a civil war?

Left vs right.

Creative vs analytical.

Which side do you choose?

I don’t know.

And neither does my heart.

 

A Recipe for an Asthmatic

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM

Ingredients

1 pig-tailed little girl
1 cup of asthma
2 loving parents
1 scared older sister
½ cup of tears
¾ cup of fear
¼ cup of sass
2 cups of doctors
¼ cup of cables hooked to a loud machine
½ tablespoon radiation poisoning
2 tablespoons of inhalers
4 cups of medication

Directions
1. Take one pig-tailed little girl, remove packaging and place in pan. Toss in 1 cup of asthma and let marinate.
2. Stir in 2 loving parents and 1 scared older sister
3. In a separate bowl, mix together ½ cup tears, ¾ cup fear and ¼ cup sass. Blend until one solid light purple color.
4. Walk to a sterile room and combine 2 cups doctors, ¼ cup of cables hooked to a loud machine, and ½ tablespoon radiation poisoning
5. Take back to original room and combine all three bowls.
6. Bake for 17 years. Ice with 2 tablespoons inhalers and 4 cups medication.
Best served to a family of 4.

She left

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM

she left without saying goodbye

she left without a sorrow

she left without apologizing for taking my happiness with her

she left to start trouble

she left because she said friendships like ours were useless

Judgement’s Failure

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

Stop

Don’t go any further.

He will get you with his cold bony fingers.

He grabs you.

Pulling you deep into the abyss.

A train whistle sounds.

But you missed it.

Horses hooves pound against the concrete.

Unrecognizable faces pass by.

Energy surges through you.

Bricks crumble

And an icy wind freezes your soul.

Rain blocks your vision.

Cries of agony fill your ears.

Whips thrash behind your head.

Low grumbles erupt.

Sourcing heat suffocates you.

Scales wrap around you.

An finally.

Freezing cold cools you.

The pain seeps away.

And numbness takes over.

Why do the worst crimes receive the least punishment?