Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world

I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl

How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?

How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?

Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze

A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play

Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?

We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay

We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell

About the saddest book you ever readIt always makes you cry

The statue’s crying too and well he may.

I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face

I love you my responsibility has found a place

Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words

Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd

“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”

Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake

We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates

A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style

We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by

And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate

In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day

The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays

He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor

He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway

Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench

Life outside a diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend

I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend

A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day

You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”

The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower

Meet you at the statue in an hour

Meet you at the statue in an hour

I'm running out of ways of running away.
And it seems to be problematic.
Every time someone has to say goodbye,
Even if it's just a short term, "See ya later"
I freak.
I stutter, I stammer, I lose my ability to speak.
I usually give a quick hug (injuring me and the other person in the process) Fail to hear exactly what the departing person is saying, And turn and run. And I never look back. Never. I hate saying goodbye. It is such a terrible term. How is "bye" ever good? It isn't! It means the end! Case closed, class dismissed, over and out! I hate endings! I sleep with books for months after I finish reading them, hoping that somehow, more words will appear, telling me what happens next. I mean, just because there are no more chapters doesn't mean the story is over, right? There has to be more! I can't handle the term "no more". And I dread the words "you're out of time". It's so... resolute. So definite. So sure of itself. I never look back, because if I do, I will want to start over. I will want to stop the person from leaving, and hold another conversation with them, which only makes it harder, because I will have to say goodbye again! There is no way out! It's a vicious circle! Everything is a goodbye! And it sucks. It truely does. But, they say that every ending is just a new begining. Yes, it is. And it gives us more chances to say goodbye. But, as it seems, people are catching onto my weakness. They stop me from running. They grab my hand and yank me back, holding me close. Is it because you truely think I'm crazy? I swear, I'm not. Just afraid. Afraid of losing you. Yes, whoever you are, whoever is reading this, I am afraid of losing you. Of never seeing you again. Of being left alone. So, here's the deal. My one and only request. If you plan on being a passing ship in the night; on leaving at any time; let me run away from your goodbye. But if not, tell me so. And mean it. Because if I can trust you, I know that it'll be okay. And I will have nothing to run from. -Ash.

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!
Summer is here.
God, this year sucked.
It was just misadventure after misadventure,
Heartbreak after heartbreak.
Nothing worked out,
Nothing came together.
Everything fell apart.
People left,
Relationships were destroyed,
Things changed.
Things ended.
But you know what?
Who cares?
None of that matters anymore.
The past is the past, and the present is now.
And it just so happens to be presently summer.
Everyone knows that magic happens in summer.
Im ready for some magic.
I need some magic.
I have a shot at something that could be great.
And I am not going to screw it up this time.
Because the past is gone,
And Ill never get it back.
Never get him back.
Time to move on.
And thats exactly what summer means.

For Chance. I know youll see it here.

Chance, listen, I don't know how many times you want me to apologise. I explained everything in great detail. Im am still here, talking to you and being your friend, een though its really not easy right now. I told you when this started that it wasn't a forever thing. im in highschool. youre jujst graduating. we have our entire lives ahead of us, and it's better this way. If you need me to explain it again, i will. call me. after this weekend because imtrying to stay distracted. ill explain it one more time. then you have to promise you'll accept it, because i am so sorry. i neer wanted to hurt you, and what frusterates me most is that you KNOW that. Thats why I did this now, instead of months from now. it would have been harder then. and you know it. But the bottom line is that I had to. For both of us. You don't have to believe me, and you probably wont, but thats the truth. I am sorry. I really am. Very sorry, because you know what I think of you. And you know that I have nothing say about you. And I don't. I HAVE NOT moved on. Apparently you really don't know me at all. If you think I could ever do that, then you don't know the first thing about me. Once again, Im sorry that I had to do this. I hate myself for it. I take full responsibility and I feel terrible. But I had to. And that's what Im focusing on. I cant going on feeling this way, and you shouldnt either. We werent right for each other, Chance. If you spend a little time, really thinking about all the facts, all that happened while we were together, youd know that too. You would see that I was never right for you. You deserve so much more than me. You need someone who can love you and isnt hung up on another guy that she'll never get back. You desere that, so go and find it. I will move on eventually. But I NEED YOU TO KNOW that I have not. I dont move that quickly. It took me a year just to accept another guys proposal after Kyle. It would never have worked. It was wrong from the begining. I broke all my rules. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I loved every moment, and regret nothing. If youdon't agree, or if you're mad or refuse to understand, thats ok. I wont be upset, or angry at you, or even suprised. You should be upset. But you have to try and get past this. Because it happened. And I know from experience that all the tears, anger, depression and wishing in the world cant change whats done. It doesnt bring people back. Im so sorry. Please believe me. I have to end this because im in a trailer at a camp ground trying to enjoy myself. Just elieve me. Youll be fine. -Ashleigh

How am I supposed to trust you?
You don't trust me.
My intentions are always honorable.
I think Im doing things right.
I think Im finally getting on your good side.
And then you start yelling again.
You never give an explination.
You just start yelling.
I have never done anything you would object to.
Except for that one car ride last memorial day weekend.
Other than that, my record is spotless.
Ive never betrayed your trust,
Never snuck out of the house,
Never drank,
Never smoked,
Never even liked a guy until I was sixteen.
You don't know how lucky you are.
I'm a good girl.
Ask my friends.
I dont even curse frequently.
I go to church,
Say my prayers,
I'm pacient,
I listen,
I am constantly doing things for you,
Taking care of your children,
Sure, my rooms a little messy at times,
But that sure isn't why youre constantly mad at me.
If that's all it takes, then I will never make you happy.
Althought I am already pretty sure I never will.
Nothing I do satisfies you.
Nothing I say you actually hear.
You cut me off,
Yell some more,
And scream at me when I inturrupt, begging you to let me say one thing.
Yousay you trust me,
But you're a liar.
Don't know why.
Ive never done a damned thing wrong.
And now,
I really want to.
I want to so bad.
I want to destroy your trust,
I want to piss you off to the ends of the earth.
I want to go get drunk,
Sleep with a guy I met at a truck ralley,
And contract some rare, but not life threatening STD
So that every time a doctor calls,
You are reminded of it.
I want to do something you will never forgive or forget
Because you deserve it.
You make everyone loathe you.
My mother ends up paying, as well as everyone else in the house.
All I want is to enjoy the last bit of time I have with you,
And Im pretty sure you want to destroy what's left of our relationship.
I want to leave,
But I couldn't do that to them.
They dont deserve it.
Im not here for you.
Im here for them.
No, I dont hate you.
I think you're a dick and an arrogant ass hole,
I can't stand you most of the time,
And yet,
There is some inherent human instinct telling me to love you.
Because I am your child.
And so, I do.
I have those fleeting, and yet wonderful memories of us having fun.
Fishing, hiking, camping, playing guitar by a fire.
Yea, its hard to believe now that those things actually happened.
You must have prepared for an adolescant rebellion,
And freaked out when I didn;t rebel.
So you forced me too because thats the way this is supposed to go.
Well done.
I want to rebel.

S.O.S

Suddenly I am two different people.
One of me
(we'll call her Ash)
Wants to make this work.
She keeps saying,
Think about this.
He's sweet,
He's trying really hard,
He cares about you deply,
And most people would kill to have a guy like that.
You're being silly,
Not seeing what you have right in front of you.
And my God, those eyes...
But
The other part;
Leigh;
She says
Get out while the goin's still good.
She is constantly screaming
This isn't right,
He's not the kind of person you need.
You need silliness and space,
Oxygen,
Room to breathe,
Independance.
You're trapped.
And the longer you wait,
The harder it will be.
You don't want to go through this again.
Remember when we were single?
Remember how much fun we had?
Ah, the good old days...
And so while Ash and Leigh are batteling it out,
Ashleigh is stuck in the center,
An optimistic, sweet heart on her right shoulder,
A freedom loving angst poet on her left,
And Ashleigh is slowly losing her mind.
I don't know what to do.
And I hate not knowing.
I wish I could give a deffinite answer.
My gut says one thing,
And my heart says another.
My deep desire for lasting connections,
Companionship
And comfort
is saying;
Stay.
Wait it out just a little longer.
Then, my need to be free,
To be able to joke and play and run
Says that its time to go.
And the pit of my stomache says something's not right.
!@#(&#$%^&^*&%^%$#
Relationships suck.

In This Dust That Was A City

Can you miss a nuclear explosion?
I know, it sounds rediculous.
But just think.
What if, at the moment of deployment,
You blink.
For an instant.
Just once.
At the exact moment.
Do you miss it?
It is possible for you to just...
Skip over it.
The blink of your eye takes you to the other side.
From a street with buildings freshly painted and standing strong,
To ruin and destruction,
Without actually putting you in the action.
Well,
I think it must be.
Because how else could all of this stuff happen?
How else could one go from flying high
To sinking under?
I just don't understand it.
I didn't see that moment.
I missed the last straw on the cammels back,
The tipping point.
I missed the fire,
And somehow was left burried in ashes.
I know something happened.
Some catastrophic disaster that caused irreversable damage,
But I don;t know what that disaster was.
I can't find the key that broke the lock.
And what good is that?
If you're going to live through hell,
You want to remember the sight, right?
If you have to be permanently damaged,
Defective,
and out of sync,
You at the very least,
Want something to hold on to.
Some image of terror,
That reminds you of why.
I don't know why.
All I am sure of is what is.

You're so far away.
I want to hold you too.
I want to be with you too.
But you're so far away.
As I sit alone,
Silenced in silent corners,
My mind drifts.
It drifts to being close,
Being held,
Being safe.
And you're so far away.
I am my own enemy.
My worst nightmare.
The one thing holding me back.
And you're so far away.
So far away that my nerve endings itch.
Desperate for warmth,
Solice,
Comfort.
And you're so far away.
I had a plan,
Damnit.
A good one.
I was going to be independant.
And you're so far away.
I was going to be somewhere,
Doing something,
On my own.
I was going to live free.
Im so far away.
Now I just want you to be closer.
Sooner.

Gray.

Which Way is up
Which way is down
Which is the quickest
Escape out of town
Things fall apart
And spyral and sink
It happens in seconds
So I try not to blink
Nothing else matters
To me anymore
Nothing is helping
I can't find the cure
If nothing can stay
And everything ends
What is the point
Of trying again???

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@#$%^&*

I'm Sorry.
I don't know what to think,
Or say,
Or do.
You are three steps ahead and I'm falling behind.
And you're getting impacient
And frusterated.
And you should be.
I suck miserably at this game.
And I feel worthless and horrible,
Because I want to think of you constantly,
And whisper sweet, soft words in your ear.
And do silly little things to make you crazy.
I WANT to love you.
You have no idea how much.
But.
Yes, to every good story, there is a but.
I am someone.
Someone whom you may never fully understand.
Because my mind is a complicated web composed of the fibers
that developed from connections
With friends,
With family,
With words,
With rhythm,
With sound and music,
With him.
I hate it.
HATE it.
It infuriates me that I can't silence my mind.
And I hate him!
For all of this
I blame him, damnit!
I was fine.
Perfect.
In love with life.
I was independant, growing stronger.
Then I was pummeled to the ground
By a worthless guy who blinded me.
Stripped me of my Passions,
My Hopes,
My Imagination.
And now, I can't be that girl for you.
Someone who really deserves it.
Because you're beautiful.
And amazing
And flawless
And charming
And smart.
You know just what to say.
He never cared about me like you do.
Never asked me where I was going,
Or told me to be careful.
He never begged me to call him when I reached my destination.
He was reckless,
Detached,
Distant,
Unconcerned.
You're the opposite.
And I don't know what to do.
Because I'm realizing,
I am just like him.
I want to run.
Please don't let me.
Hold me back.
Every time I start to inch away,
Grab my collar and pulll me in.
Call me Lucky and put a metal tag around my neck.
I need a protector.
Someone who can save me from myself.
Not the world.
I'm so sorry.
Please forgive me.

A Warning.

You don't want to follow in my footsteps.
I walk into walls.
You deserve much more than this,
Cause you deserve it all.
I don't have the slightest clue
As to where this road will lead.
Promise me one thing my love,
Turn away, don't follow me.

Taking a Chance.

Listen.
I'm new at this game.
So far, I've only lost.
It's not something I'm confident about,
Or even sure I want to be a part of.
But I like you.
You seem to make me want to try.
One more time.
Maybe it doesn't suck as bad as it seems.
Maybe it doesn't have to end the way it did before.
Maybe two people really can be happy together,
Living in the little dream world that we have created.
I hope this is true.
But you have to go slow.
Don't rush me into anything because I'll run.
I'm known for my speed and agility when things get complicated.
As specially when I get scared.
I'm no fighter.
No amazon.
I'm afraid.
I'm weak.
My heart is not bullet proof and I don't stare down the enemy.
I run.
Faster than lightning in a raging storm.
So please,
Don't.
Don't scare me.
I'm already trembeling.
Just.
Breathe.
Enjoy what we have and don't look to far into the future.
I can't even tell you about my tomorrow.
I'm risking it all.
For Chance.

To Someone

I run with you
In meaddows of tall grass,
past the swings and merry-go-round,
and into the coolness of the forest.
Under the canopy,
I run with you.

I walk with you
bare feet on hot pavement,
down the hills and up,
humming melodies of summer.
Under the ceaseless sun,
I walk with you.

I dream with you,
beneath a blanket speckled with stars,
Cool grass beneath us,
endlessness above us.
In wonder and contentness,
I dream with you.

I'll wait for you,
until the sun of the last day has whispered goodbye,
the ground below breathless and barren,
ceasing to exist in time and space.
Forever, Cara Mia,
I'll wait for you.

It's like, standing in a loud, crowded room, people laughing and talking and carrying on, when suddenly, someone yells "Fire!" and everyone runs out except you.

I am forcing myself to write about something so I have inspiration. Its always interesting to see where this goes. One can wander down some interesting roads when just randomly putting pen to paper. Lets see, right now I am feeling-lonely, but suprisingly okay with that. I am thinking about-Where the Music Leads You and him, and all the problems that encompas him, and the fact that I shouldn't be thinking about him anymore. That's enough. Im done. For some reason, this blog makes him come to mind. Could it be because every word is about him? Hmmm, I wonder... I am wishing I was-In New Jersey. But then again, New Jersey is different now. Doesn't hold the same charm and wonder that it used to. And now Im depressed. Today, my only regret is that- i wont remember it tomorrow. I have no inspiration because- I am seriosly distracted. I need to focus. I want to write. I am going to go to facebook... wow, this post sucks.